"I want to take a bath." "Okay, I’ll go run the water right now." Aunt Zhang turned and went to the bathroom. At that moment, the cellphone on the nightstand rang. She lay there motionless until Aunt Zhang came out, picked up the phone, and handed it to Ning Zijin’s ear. "Zijin." A gentle voice came from the phone. Hearing this voice, Ning Zijin’s eyes welled up with tears, but she held back, not letting herself cry. "Uncle Si, what made you think to call me?" "Are you crying?" Ning Qinglin sensitively detected something off with her voice. "I’ve caught a cold these past few days. I haven’t yet congratulated you on your upcoming wedding. It’s a pity I probably won’t make it to the celebration, but don’t worry, I will not be shortchanging you on the gift money," Ning Zijin feigned nonchalance. "Zijin, actually, I really didn’t want to trouble you, but..." Ning Qinglin sighed, "I’m really out of options." Ning Zijin sat up, "What’s wrong, Uncle Si?" Ning Qinglin briefly explained the situation, "I know this is a bit imposing on you, but she is Ranran’s niece, I can’t just ignore it. Zijin, even if it means owing you a huge favor." Ning Zijin didn’t like Bai Ran from the start, but she was the woman Uncle Si loved, and soon to be her Aunt Si. Even though she disliked her, with Ning Qinglin standing by, she wouldn’t affront his dignity. "Alright, I’ll do what I can. Send Bai Xiangxiang’s appeal documents to my email later." "Zijin, thank you so much." "It’s nothing, we are family, no need to be so formal." "Zijin, are you doing okay now?" Ning Qinglin asked cautiously. Ning Zijin laughed lightly, "Of course I’m doing great, Uncle Si. You and Aunt Si take care of each other and say hello to Zihuan for me." With that, she hung up the phone. Bai Ran’s niece was involved in a case of manslaughter, and the trial was about to commence, the outcome was predictable. Ning Qinglin meant that overturning the case was now impossible, and this was currently the best solution. Find the newest release on novelFirｅ.net She didn’t expect Uncle Si to be so deeply in love with Bai Ran. Even the usually self-reliant Uncle Si sought her help because of this woman... what was so special about Bai Ran... But who can tell when it comes to matters of the heart? For instance, when she married Ye Feng, she also faced a lot of bewildered gazes; it seemed as if she was marrying above her station, but really, like a fish knows the water’s cool or warm, so only she knew the true state of affairs. As long as Bai Ran could bring happiness to Uncle Si, to her, that woman was a good woman. After some thought, she dialed Jian Junjie’s number. He was her first love, something not many people knew about. However, after they amicably parted ways, they remained friends, which was rare. The matter needed to be discussed in person; it couldn’t be properly conveyed in just a sentence or two over the phone. They agreed to meet at noon since she wouldn’t have time in the afternoon. Jian Junjie was very straightforward. As soon as he heard it was about her matter, he agreed without a second word and promised to be on time for their meeting. After hanging up, Ning Zijin wrapped herself in a blanket and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing out at the scenery, she asked faintly, "Has she left?" The ’she’ was Ye Yuwei. Aunt Zhang, watching the young woman’s lonely back, sighed, "Lady Ye invited her to stay for lunch." Ning Zijin hoped it wouldn’t be so, a bitter smile touched her lips. "As plain as Sima Zhao’s heart..." It wasn’t about borrowing a womb; it was about replacing her position, since what she needed was a daughter-in-law who could be easily controlled, something she could never pretend to be. Not that she couldn’t pretend, she had compromised for the sake of Ye Feng, but it only led to Lady Ye’s even more merciless mockery and oppression. There was a Ye Xiaoxiao before, and once Ye Xiaoxiao quieted down a bit, a Ye Yuwei appeared. She couldn’t fight it any longer. Speaking of Ye Xiaoxiao, rumor had it that her face got disfigured, and she was sent secretly to South Korea by Lady Ye. As for how her face got disfigured, she couldn’t care less, as these people were no longer related to her. "Aunt Zhang, I want to be alone for a while," Ning Zijin spoke indifferently. Aunt Zhang tactfully left the room. The room’s soundproofing was excellent, yet she could still occasionally hear the laughter and cheerful voices coming from downstairs. This Ye Yuwei was more capable than she was; at least she could make the normally haughty Lady Ye burst into laughter, something she fought hard but failed to achieve. It was time to leave. She brought out her phone and dialed a familiar number. "Zihuan, how have you been recently?" With Ziqi gone overseas for his studies, the only person she could count on now was Zihuan, her cousin whom she had personally helped rise. Right now, he was her greatest support.