She goes crazy, he'll cover for her; the darling of the group is someone no one dares to mess w

When the girl entered, there was no one in the downstairs living room.

Aunt Rong was busy in the kitchen, while the other servants were either in the yard or in the small building at the back.

The girl entered the villa without any hindrance, placed the things she was carrying on the coffee table in the living room, and then went upstairs with one of the small jars in her hand.

I walked to the door of the master bedroom and knocked.

at this time.

Fang Li was half-lying on the bed handing over her work to Zhou Yufan when she heard the knocking on the door after a while.

Thinking it was Aunt Rong knocking on the door, she threw off the covers and got out of bed, walking barefoot towards the door. Unexpectedly, when she opened the door, it was the girl she had seen that morning.

Fang Li's grip on the doorknob tightened slightly, her expression indifferent: "Why are you here?"

The girl had clear eyes. Seeing the wariness in her eyes, she suddenly smiled and, without asking for her permission, slipped past her and entered the room.

Fang Li was taken aback.

Just as he turned around, about to say something, he saw the girl, as if she were back in her own home, familiarly go over and sit on the sofa in the room. Her gaze swept around and she said nostalgically, "This room has changed quite a bit."

Fang Li frowned.

"Huh!" She suddenly stood up and went to the display shelf by the wall. "He put this painting here?"

Fang Li's gaze followed the girl and landed on the brightly colored painting on the wall next to the display shelf.

She laughed and said, "It's just a doodle. I never thought he would ask me for it and then hang it in his bedroom."

A casual doodle... hung in my bedroom...

How did she know that this room was originally Han Xi's bedroom?

And her reaction as soon as she entered the door, so she had been here before?

Considering her repeated unimpeded entry and exit from the villa, Fang Li, though unwilling, had come to realize that this girl was different in Han Xi's heart.

The girl in front of me used to live here; now it's her.

Fang Li felt a chill run down her spine, unsure whether she should feel sorrow or honor.

"What on earth are you doing here?"

Fang Li was unaware that while she was lost in thought, the girl had been observing her out of the corner of her eye.

Seeing that her gaze indeed turned cold and revealed a hint of rejection, the guess that had puzzled him since morning was finally confirmed.

A sly glint flashed in her eyes as she walked lightly toward Fang Li with her hands behind her back, saying, "Do you know who I am?"

Fang Li: "What do you want to say?"

"My relationship with Han Xi..."

"That's your business." Fang Li interrupted her before she could finish, "I don't want to hear about your relationship or know anything about it. If you're here to show off, then you've come to the wrong person."

"You don't care? He likes me, which means he lied to you. Aren't you angry at all?"

Fang Li remained silent.

His gaze was sharp and cold, looking at the girl's delicate and pretty face with almost no warmth.

The girl, however, neither looked angry nor afraid. After a moment of silence, she laughed even more heartily: "You're jealous, aren't you?"

"......No."

"Liar." The girl looked at him with disbelief and pursed her lips slightly. "You're really not cute, just like your uncle... humph, always saying one thing and meaning another."

Fang Li felt a tightness in her chest. "What exactly do you want to say to me?!"

The girl smiled but didn't answer. Suddenly, she reached out her hand and said, "Let me introduce myself. My name is Yang Miao."

"..." Fang Li frowned, looking down at the delicate hand without moving.

Yang Miao raised the corner of his mouth, not caring, and withdrew his hand.

She looked at Fang Li and said sincerely, "I should have firmly stopped Han Shiyu this morning when she insisted on taking the dog upstairs despite my objections. I didn't expect there to be someone upstairs."

"..."

"I'm really sorry for hurting you, so..." She flipped her wrist and produced a dusty little jar from somewhere, presenting it to Fang Li like a treasure.

"This is a scar removal cream that I specially asked my dad for. It has an exclusive formula and is only supplied to the military region. I hope it can help you."

Fang Li looked puzzled and remained motionless for a long time.

This time, however, Yang Miao didn't do what he did before. He simply grabbed her left hand and forcefully shoved the small jar into her palm before revealing a satisfied expression.

"Don't worry, if you really get a scar and this scar removal cream doesn't work, I'll take you to South Korea for cosmetic surgery. Medical technology is so advanced now, I guarantee you won't get a scar!"

Moved by the girl's sincere words, Fang Li felt a slight relief and pursed her lips: "This matter has nothing to do with you, you don't need to do this."

"Yes! Why wouldn't we need to?!" Yang Miao looked at her with disapproval. "Although I wasn't the one who hurt you, I was there. If I hadn't failed to stop Han Shiyu, you wouldn't have suffered this undeserved misfortune. Besides..."

She raised an eyebrow and smiled: "We're practically family, especially since you're my...woman, so naturally I have to treat you well, otherwise..."

She suddenly stopped.

family?

Fang Li frowned and looked up at her. "Otherwise what?"

Yang Miao's smile held a hint of guilt: "Ah, it's nothing, hehe, it's nothing."

at that time.

downstairs.

The car screeched to a halt in front of the main house.

The car door opened, and a tall figure stepped out with long legs, walking straight into the villa without saying a word.

Aunt Rong was arranging dinner. She had just finished setting the table when she looked up and saw a man with a gloomy face stride in. She was so startled that her hand trembled and the white porcelain spoon next to her almost fell to the ground.

She quickly helped him up, then hurried over: "Sir."

Han Xi gave her a cold glance. "Where is Madam?"

"Yes, upstairs."

He didn't stop and walked straight past Aunt Rong upstairs.

Aunt Rong's heart skipped a beat, and her face turned pale.

Before he could even take off his apron, he gripped his hands tightly at his sides and hurriedly followed.

Han Xi took a few steps upstairs and strode to the master bedroom door. Before he even went in, he could hear voices inside.

"Do you think that I have that kind of relationship with... him?"

"......"

"I knew it. I felt something was off when I heard what you said this morning. It took me a long time to figure it out. What are you thinking? How could I possibly like him! Only you could put up with a grumpy and arrogant old man like him."

A crisp, clear voice, full of disdain.

At the door, Han Xi's face was expressionless, revealing no emotion, while behind him, Aunt Rong had her head down and her palms were sweating.

A tall figure stood outside the door.

Then another female voice came: "...He likes you."

The woman's voice was clear and gentle, like the soothing murmur of flowing water.

Han Xi listened, his brow twitching slightly.

Yang Miao chuckled: "How can you still not understand? The reason I said this is to tell you that things aren't what you think, and that my relationship with him isn't what you imagine. Actually..."

"What happened to your hand?!" A deep, cold voice suddenly interrupted Yang Miao.