When Kang Jinse approached her, asking her to record a video to expose Kang Jinxian’s wicked deeds, she remembered how Kang Jinxian had used her, leading to her being disdained by Lady Yan and severely dealt with by Lady Song. She harbored this grudge, so after hesitating for a moment, she agreed. She had not thought about the consequences at all, immersed in the pleasure of taking revenge on Kang Jinxian. It wasn’t until Lady Song pointed it out that she suddenly began to understand. Kang Jinxian was now scorned by thousands, filthier than the mud in a gutter, but her "righteous" former friend had naturally caught the attention of netizens. The internet was abuzz with people trying to uncover her, and though Song Qi had tried to smooth things over, the incident had blown up too much, and nothing could stop those "enthusiastic" netizens. It was only a matter of time before she was exposed. When that time came, she knew she would never be able to endure the public’s verbal attacks and writings, which could even affect Song Qi’s future. In today’s society, public opinion had too great an influence on a person. Lady Song had a clear mind. Realizing all these, she decisively decided to send Song Yiren abroad. After a few years, when things had died down, who would remember her then? "I have no quarrel with Kang Jinse, why did she set me up?" Song Yiren stubbornly asked. Lady Song sneered, "You saw last night’s live broadcast, didn’t you? When Kang Jinxian fell, who stood out the most?" For more chapters visit novelFirｅ.net Song Yiren’s eyes widened in disbelief, "Ji Yunya?" Not too stupid, Lady Song said coldly, "They just set a trap and waited for you to fall into it. Did you think your previous scheme against them was flawless? They knew exactly what happened, and this is them taking revenge on you, killing three birds with one stone. Really clever maneuvering." Any smart person, especially those who knew the grudges between the Yun Family well, could see who was truly to blame despite the fact that everyone held the culprit aloft like a Heavenly Immortal. But that was precisely where their brilliance laid, orchestrating everyone, yet coming out clean themselves, capturing everyone’s praise and admiration. How could such a smart girl not be her own daughter? It’s no wonder Master Yan liked Ji Yunya; even she could hardly stand her own daughter’s foolishness, let alone the Yan Family. Song Yiren said hatefully, "So it was her, I’ll never let her go." "Enough," Lady Song looked at her with an almost laughable scorn, "Did I raise you for nothing? If you want to die, go ahead and seek revenge on Ji Yunya now, show me what you are made of." Always so impetuous, forever doomed to be cannon fodder. Song Yiren clenched her teeth silently, "Then what should I do?" "Study abroad. I’ll arrange everything for you. After a few years when things have quieted down, you can come back. By then, probably not many people will remember." Song Yiren reluctantly said, "But Yan Song..." Lady Song coldly cut her off, "From now on, you’d best forget about Yan Song." Song Yiren reluctantly hung her head. But in her heart, she thoroughly despised Ji Yunya, ’Just you wait.’ Yan Song had prepared a table full of dishes, and Yun Ya and Yun Miao had eaten until they were stuffed. With a boyfriend who could cook so well, Yun Ya anticipated she would gain weight in the future. After dinner, Yun Ya wanted to wash the dishes, but Yan Song never let her do such chores. "Your hands are so beautiful, they shouldn’t be sullied by such menial work." Yun Ya felt sweet inside, happy to be pampered. "But , I’ll become lazy," she quipped, taking advantage of her favor. "I don’t mind," he retorted, rolling up his sleeves, lathering the ceramic plates with detergent, scrubbing them over and over, and then rinsing them off. He was serious in every task, as if nothing could disturb him. Yun Ya propped her chin and watched him, eyes curving with a smile. Being cherished felt wonderful. It should always be , her, Brother Yan, and Miaomiao, forever and ever, endlessly happy. Miaomiao fell asleep on the couch after watching TV for a while. It was almost one o’clock, and she had agreed to meet Ming Han at two. It would take twenty minutes to get to Century Amusement Park, and accounting for a five-minute margin, Miaomiao could still sleep for another half hour. After covering Miaomiao with a blanket from the bedroom, Yun Ya picked up the remote control and turned off the TV. She felt a bit tired too, thinking of going back to the bedroom to rest. She had just stood up when she was hugged from behind, warm breath on her neck, and Yun Ya twisted slightly: "Miaomiao is still here, don’t do this."