Kang Jinxian set down her chopsticks upon seeing this, not knowing what Ji Yunya was up to again. Soon, some workers came in carrying furniture—a big bed, bookcases, coffee tables, and the like—all heading to Ji Yunya’s room. Kang Jinxian understood it all too well and couldn’t help but clench her fists tightly. At that moment, Yun Shen and Kang Jinse returned. Kang Jinse, upon seeing the bustling activity, initially thought something was going on until she saw Ji Yunya directing the workers up the stairs. She couldn’t help but let out a cold chuckle, "Really acting as if this is your own home, thinking you’re someone important." ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ N0veI.Fiɾe.net Yun Ya responded with a faint smile, "Aunt Jiang, whether this place is my home is up for debate, but I can assure you that this is certainly not your home." "You...." Kang Jinse wanted to erupt in anger but held back after a quick glance at Yun Shen’s expression, snorting coldly instead. Ji Yunya, I’d like to see how long you can keep that smug attitude. "Brother, sister, have you had dinner yet?" Kang Jinxian timely asked. Yun Shen turned and glanced at her, and when his eyes met hers, Kang Jinxian’s heart skipped a beat, and she quickly lowered her head. "We’ve already eaten outside with Brother Shen," said Jinse, holding Yun Shen’s hand as they made their way upstairs, "We’re exhausted from filming all day; we’re going to rest now." As Kang Jinxian watched the two of them walk away together, her hands hidden in her sleeves involuntarily clenched into fists. During the day, the servants had hastily prepared a room for her. Although the conditions were inferior to before, it was still liveable for the time being, and all her belongings had been moved there. Kang Jinxian’s heart was filled with unwillingness. Why should she have to suffer inconveniences just because Ji Yunya had returned? Life had been so much more comfortable in the ten years without Ji Yunya. She shifted her gaze and gritted her teeth. If only Ji Yunya would disappear again... This was not a task she could undertake herself; Yun Shu hated Ji Yunya more than she did. Although she did not understand why Yun Shu was so ruthless toward her own granddaughter, years of cautious interactions had gradually made her familiar with Yun Shu’s temperament and style. Yun Shu would not let Ji Yunya live; she just needed to wait patiently. Ji Yunya, with nothing but his looks and hardly any education, was completely at Yun Shu’s mercy. Setting Ji Yunya aside, she pulled out a business card from her pocket and stared at the enlarged name on it. Gu Cheng... Xinghuang Entertainment Company. Xinghuang Entertainment, a subsidiary of the Ye Group, was the largest star-making factory in the country. Almost every prominent star and popular new actor had emerged from this company. Gu Cheng was Xinghuang’s golden agent, having produced numerous award-winning actors, and was hailed as a Midas touch of the entertainment industry. She longed to stand on the highest stage, eager for the day when he would notice her efforts and excellence. After hesitating, she finally sent a message to the number listed on the card. Three days later, Yun Shu received a parcel by express delivery. At that time, Yun Ya was in the kitchen getting a drink, with Cuicui fussing over her with great respect. Yun Ya sighed; the girl simply hadn’t taken her warning to heart and was a bit scatterbrained. Just as Yun Ya was about to leave the kitchen, the ceiling light suddenly crashed down, aiming straight for Yun Ya’s head, capable of causing instantaneous brain damage. "Miss, watch out..." Cuicui yelled, racing over to push Yun Ya, who stumbled backward and slammed heavily against the counter, wincing with a sharp intake of breath from the pain. Cuicui’s arm was grazed by the falling light, which hit the ground with a loud "bang" and shattered into pieces. Yun Ya’s eyes grew colder; they couldn’t wait to make their move. Cuicui, holding her injured arm and looking distressed, asked, "Miss, are you all right?" Yun Ya glanced at her arm, almost soaked in blood, a ghastly sight. "I’m fine, but your arm is injured. Come to my room, and I’ll take care of the wound for you." As the noise attracted the attention of the servants, they hurriedly entered, asking if either was hurt. Yun Ya, with a distant look, swept her eyes over them and left the kitchen without a word. After walking a few steps, she saw Cuicui still standing there confused, and she frowned. "What are you dawdling for?" Cuicui came to her senses and quickly followed Yun Ya with a goofy smile. Yun Shu opened the express package: it was a document, looking quite thin. After reviewing it attentively, Yun Shu couldn’t help but crumple the document fiercely into a ball.