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The main gate of the Yan Family Villa consists of two huge bronze doors, inlaid with countless sparkling diamonds, which is truly breathtaking.

As Yanting entered the villa courtyard, she ran into her brother Yannan, who was getting out of a car at the other end of the fountain.

The man was dressed in a suit and tie, with an exquisite appearance, three-dimensional and deep-set features, and gold-rimmed glasses. He exuded an aura of a strategist and elite.

"Brother—" Yan Ting's voice had barely rang out when she saw the woman behind Yan Nan and stopped abruptly.

Upon hearing the sound, Yan Nan turned around and frowned slightly when he saw Yan Ting's simple attire.

"What kind of indecent outfit are you wearing?"

Yan Ting's expression froze instantly.

I almost forgot that Yan Nan is very particular about his appearance. He feels disgusted whenever he sees someone who is vulgar and lacks manners and etiquette.

"Brother." A timid, soft voice rang out.

The woman had a delicate, pretty face. Her features weren't as striking as Yan Ting's, but they were well-proportioned. She had fair skin and a petite figure. Standing next to the tall Yan Nan, she had a graceful, swaying beauty.

Her little finger gently hooked Yan Nan's suit jacket as she whispered, "Sister probably didn't dress like this on purpose, and the most important thing is that the clothes are comfortable to wear."

Yan Ting pursed her lips.

Even without introducing themselves, the identity of the woman before them was already obvious—Xu Rou, the true eldest daughter of the Yan family who had been left behind.

Yan Nan suppressed the anger in his eyes and reached out to familiarly rub Xu Rou's head: "You're right, the most important thing is that the clothes are comfortable to wear."

Xu Rou raised her little face and rubbed it against Yan Nan's palm. This animal-like gesture made a tender, doting light flash in Yan Nan's eyes.

Yanting had never seen her brother like this before. She stared blankly at the scene before her, feeling as if her heart was being pricked by silver needles, a dense, throbbing pain spreading through her.

The two men seemed to completely ignore her presence, talking intimately to each other.

Suddenly, Xu Rou turned her gaze to Yan Ting. Her eyes curved into crescents, and her expression was incredibly gentle: "This must be Sister Yan Ting. Hello, Sister. My name is Xu Rou, the 'Rou' in 'gentle'."

Compared to Xu Rou's enthusiasm, Yan Ting was much more perfunctory, merely uttering two cold words: "Hello."

Upon seeing this, Yan Nan was immediately displeased: "Yan Ting, is this your upbringing?"

Yanting felt a pang of pain in her heart.

She couldn't understand where her brother, who used to take such good care of her, had gone.

Is blood relation really that important?

Yan Ting lowered her long eyelashes, her voice slightly hoarse: "I only reserve my manners for sincere people."

She has always been very sensitive to malice.

Even though the woman in front of her looked so innocent and naive, she could keenly sense the underlying malice that the other woman was subtly radiating towards her.

She knew that the other party might resent her for taking over her position as the Miss Yan of the Yan family, which she had held for over twenty years.

But she was simply unwilling to accept it.

They were unwilling to accept the double standards applied to Yan's family.

Before Xu Rou appeared, no matter how hard she tried, she could not get a response, but after Xu Rou appeared, she easily received their care and love.

Yan Nan's face darkened instantly upon hearing this.

However, he did not reprimand his sister who was not related to him by blood. Instead, he gave Yanting a slightly warning look.

Yan Ting felt exhausted and didn't want to pay any more attention to the two of them, so she walked towards her boudoir.

The servants in the hall were all busy, and when they saw her, they all bowed and greeted her.

"Miss Yan."

"Welcome back, Miss Yan."

Yan Ting paused in his steps.

The way we address each other has changed.

Like the housekeeper, she used to be the young lady, now she's Miss Yan.

The maids were all handpicked by the housekeeper, and even though Yanting was not related to the master and mistress by blood, they would still treat her with utmost respect.

After all, this is a matter for the Yan family, so the maids should just do their jobs.

Yan Ting rubbed her tired brows and walked towards the third floor, where her boudoir was located.

Yanting arrived at the bedroom door, and the moment she opened it, she suddenly froze.

It was simply because the scene inside was no longer the one she was familiar with.

She couldn't have gone to the wrong room.

How could I not remember what my room looked like after living there for more than ten years?

Just then, a maid rushed over and said anxiously, "Miss Yan, I'm so sorry, Madam Qietian instructed me to put your things in another room, and this room is vacated for Miss Rou to live in."

Yan Ting's mind went blank.

She never imagined that her mother would be so heartless, even giving up her own bedroom for Xu Rou to live in.

The villa is so big, with plenty of nicely decorated rooms, why would they want to take the room she's lived in for over ten years?

After a long silence, Yan Ting smiled coolly: "If she wants to stay, then let her stay. If it were me, I would find it disgusting to stay in a room that someone else has stayed in."

Upon hearing this, the maid couldn't help but shudder. Although Miss Yan usually seemed gentle and mild-mannered, they all felt that Miss Yan had an indescribable coldness and majesty in her bones.

The banquet will begin at 9 p.m.

The Yan family spared no expense in hosting a banquet for Xu Rou, specifically choosing the prestigious Jinbihuihuang Hotel in the heart of Yancheng City as the venue, and inviting many prominent figures from the business world to attend.

The Yan family's emphasis on this matter also made those cunning old foxes in the business world realize that Xu Rou's status in Yan Shan's heart was far higher than that of the previous Miss Yan Ting.

"Brother Huai, now that Xu Rou is back, what are your plans for your marriage alliance with Yan Ting?" The one who spoke was a boy with dyed red hair.

He has handsome features, a roguish air about him, and looks quite young; he should still be in school.

This is none other than Yan Xun, the young master of the Yan family.

Because the Yan family and the Yan family did not have a good relationship, Yan Xun did not have a good impression of the Yan family, including Yan Ting.

Lu Huai, who was feeding the koi in the fish tank, glanced at Yan Xun out of the corner of his eye and said in a calm and deep tone, "Whoever can benefit the Lu family, then we will choose them."

The man has excellent bone structure, but his skin is a bit bland. He has single eyelids, and his eyes are neither too big nor too small, but they are well-proportioned to his body and have a captivating charm. Paired with his thin lips, they give him a gloomy and cold feeling.

This feeling is even stronger when he is not smiling.

Fortunately, Lu Huai always had a smile on his face when he was out.

Sometimes a good expression can save you from unnecessary trouble.

Yan Xun raised an eyebrow and said with amusement, "Aren't you afraid that Yan Ting will be sad?"

Lu Huai paused in his feeding of the fish, and a stunningly beautiful face suddenly appeared in his mind.

After a long pause, he chuckled softly, "She'd be perfect as a mistress."

Upon hearing this, Yan Xun couldn't help but click his tongue: "Judging from the Yan family's attitude, it's quite appropriate to put the chips on Xu Rou."

Lu Huai remained noncommittal.

In his eyes, women fall into only two categories: those who are beautiful and those who are useful.

Unfortunately, Yanting is the former.