She hung up the phone, blocking the caller immediately. "Damn, that’s one ingratitude after another," Gu Yue’er cursed under her breath, her face clouding over. She snorted coldly, feeling thankful that she had been cautious in the past. You dare to burn the bridge after crossing? Then don’t blame me for pulling out the planks once I’m over. We’ll see who lasts longer. Just then, someone approached her: "Yue’er, what’s wrong?" Gu Yue’er swiftly put on a smile and intimately took the man’s arm: "It’s nothing, just a spam call. Let’s go eat." —— Follow current novᴇls on N()velFire.net At night, Lin Sili received an anonymous email containing a video and an audio clip, both clearly edited. Opening them with a chuckle, she found it amusing. When you need a pillow, sleep brings it to you. Who else could own these but the person you would expect? It seemed like a case of dog-eat-dog, a bitter fallout indeed. Well, none of them will escape my grasp. Lin Sili burned a copy of the video and audio and forwarded them to Yun Ya. It wasn’t long before Yun Ya responded with an OK hand sign. Then a call came, "Be at Huiming Law Firm tomorrow to meet someone named Jiang Huiming. Your grandfather’s will is with him, and it requires your personal signature to take effect." An excited thrill shot through Lin Sili, "Alright, I’ll be there for sure." "I’ll send someone to pick you up tomorrow. You should rest early, especially as you are pregnant," came the reply before the call ended. But Lin Sili was too excited to sleep. Her admiration for Yun Ya grew— she seemed invincible, as if there was nothing she couldn’t handle. It appeared that her choice back then had been the right one. Bai Ran had arranged to meet Yun Ya at a café. By the time Yun Ya arrived, Bai Ran was already waiting there. Today, her curls were swept to the side, and she wore a purple figure-hugging dress, looking both soft and elegant—a sight that seemed aged with delight. "Aunt Bai, one is always spirited when good things are on the horizon. Do you have some great news coming?" Bai Ran smiled and shook her head: "You guessed it right." Yun Ya’s eyebrow quirked. Bai Ran pushed a wedding invitation across the table: "You must come to the wedding next month and have a drink." Yun Ya opened it and glanced at the photo of the couple, beaming with happiness and sweetness, and couldn’t help but smile, "Congratulations, Aunt Bai. You’ve finally found your silver lining after all the clouds." The smiles never left Bai Ran’s face. After a brief chat, Bai Ran asked suddenly, "Yun Ya, do you remember the butterfly hair clip I gave you when you were a child?" Yun Ya thought for a moment: "I do, it was very pretty." "Do you still have it?" Yun Ya shook her head: "I lost it a long time ago." "You lost it?" Bai Ran frowned. Xiangxiang had been probing indirectly if the butterfly hair clip was related to the one Yun Ya lost? Without proof, she was hesitant to speculate, so she simply warned: "Be wary of Bai Xiangxiang." Yun Ya chuckled: "Isn’t she your niece, Aunt Bai? What’s wrong?" Bai Ran scoffed: "I’ve cut ties with the Bai family. Their affairs are none of my business anymore. But my niece is quite the schemer, I fear she might do something to harm you." "Oh? She bears me no grudge, why would she harm me? Does Aunt Bai know something?" Bai Ran shook her head: "I know nothing specific, just be on your guard, being more cautious won’t cost you anything." Yun Ya laughed: "Alright, alright, I’ll heed Aunt Bai’s advice." Nevertheless, wasn’t Bai Xiangxiang with Pei Qinghan? Why would she want to harm me? Other than a man, Yun Ya could think of no other reason. Bai Xiangxiang used to like Yan Song, Yun Ya knew that much. But she later got together with Pei Qinghan. Now, there were no ties between Pei Qinghan and her, which was intriguing. Considering Bai Ran’s earlier warning, what role did that lost hair clip play in it? "Aunt Bai, the hair clip you gave me back then, it was one of a pair, right? You gave the other one to Bai Xiangxiang?" she asked tentatively. Bai Ran exclaimed in surprise: "How did you know?" Yun Ya smiled knowingly, she had guessed correctly. Her hair clip was lost when she was with Pei Qinghan ten years ago, and now a decade later, the owner of the other clip was with Pei Qinghan. Was there any connection? With just a few words, Yun Ya had uncovered a clear lead.