The drug rehabilitation centre is located in the suburbs south of the city, transitioning from bustling high-rises to desolation. A slightly rundown house sits in the wilderness. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ NoveI~Fire.net A gray iron door, incredibly oppressive and gloomy, sits beside a sign that reads "Jiangzhou City’s First Drug Rehabilitation Centre." The impression it gives is not very good. Yun Ya waits inside the car while Du Shan goes to make arrangements. Twenty minutes later, Du Shan comes over, "Miss, it’s all set." They go around the back door through the grass. On the way, Du Shan walks ahead, clearing the stiff path for Yun Ya. "At first, the director didn’t even want to meet, left me hanging for five minutes. I just mentioned Yun Shen’s big name and the other party scurried out. But don’t worry, Miss, this director won’t talk nonsense in front of Yun Shen," he said. Yun Ya hooked her lips into a smile, "It doesn’t matter if he talks nonsense." Entering through the backdoor, a junior police officer comes to guide them, stealing glances at Yun Ya with a mix of suspicion and disbelief. Finally, in front of a door at the far end of the third floor, the officer musters the courage to ask, "Excuse me... are you Ji Yunya?" The young lady smiles gently, truly radiant and soft, making the officer’s heart suddenly "thump thump" race. "Do you know me?" Weiwei tilts her head, her expression carrying a touch of girlish charm. "Of course, I really like you, can I take a photo with you?" he asks, clearly excited. The girl shakes her head, "I’m not a celebrity, nor an actress, so I won’t take photos with others. Thank you for liking me. I’m here today to see my grandmother, so I’m sorry." Just like it’s said online, she’s so pretty, so elegant, so kind-hearted. At that moment, it’s what the officer sincerely thinks. Her reason for not taking photos also leaves him with the impression that she is principled. But what did she say? She’s here to see her grandmother? If she’s here to see her grandmother, that implies her grandma is a drug user. How can such a beautiful and seemingly perfect girl have a grandmother who uses drugs? Before entering, Yun Ya turns and gives him a smile, "I hope you can keep my visit to see my grandmother today a secret. I’d be grateful." Before the man can get more excited, she pushes the door open and walks in. Du Shan shuts the door, standing by it like a guardian deity. The officer looks inside a few more times, longing, but eventually leaves reluctantly under Du Shan’s cold glare. In his heart, he feels this kind of meeting is against the rules, but thinking of that girl, he decides to hell with the rules. He was going to post on social media to lament and also attract the envy, jealousy, and hatred of a bunch of losers. Initially pulling out his phone, he hesitates, remembering the girl’s words. In the end, he puts his phone back in his pocket honestly. The room, about twenty square meters, is even more spartan than an unfinished one, with nothing but a large desk almost man-high and two stools. And there sat Yun Shu, head in hands, on one of the stools. Upon hearing footsteps, she doesn’t move or even look up, seemingly anticipating who the visitor is. Yun Ya looks at the woman who has aged what seems like decades in the short time they haven’t seen each other, and laughs with mockery. "Grandma, I trust you’ve been well?" Yun Shu’s body trembles, she slowly raises her head, and her cold eyes casually fall on Yun Ya. The pitch-black eyes reveal no other emotion, but deep within the pupils, it’s as if a barrage of arrows were launching, almost piercing Yun Ya’s heart with a thousand arrows. Ignoring that slight discomfort, Yun Ya smiles and sits down on the opposite stool, "What? Don’t you recognize me anymore? I’ve missed grandma so much, I specially brought you some clothes to change into and some snacks today." As she speaks, she slides the bag toward her. "I picked these out myself, surely they match grandma’s taste and preferences. Even though we’re in a place as dark as this rehab centre, you should still mind the things you need to. After all, you represent the face of the Yun Family." Yun Ya’s voice is soft and gentle, not hiding the schadenfreude on her face. Yun Shu curls her lips, a terrifying face with skin that once was like creamy jade now covered in wrinkles, resembling crisscrossing gorges or wrinkled tree bark. It was quite horrifying to look at. Under her eyes, the dark circles are severe, her lips are parched and peeling, the hair is carelessly tied at the back of her head, dry and frizzy with strands of white, making her appear nearly like a seventies or eighties old crone.