"In your eyes, can I only ever be beneath Ji Yunya?" Xue Chengcheng’s tone was chilly, startling Ah Ning, who was taken aback by her gloomy expression—this terrifying side of Xue Chengcheng was something she had never seen before. "No... That’s not what I mean...." Had Chengcheng misunderstood something? "Don’t ever mention Ji Yunya’s name in front of me again," she said, leaving these words behind before getting up to join the intense filming at the director’s call. "Wuuu... life has become unbearable, Lin Sili, you bitch, why don’t you just die... die die die...." "Crash" noises of heavy objects falling echoed throughout the villa, along with the woman’s cursing. In the living room on the first floor, a woman in a white cotton dress, with her black hair draped over her shoulders, held a cup of boiled water and sipped gently. Her eyelashes, moist with steam from the drink, glistened like dew on fresh, delicate lotus leaves, fragrant and refreshing. The woman’s features were picturesque, her complexion serene as if the shouting and cursing upstairs were unheard. Yet, a mocking curve fleetingly crossed the corners of her downcast eyes. "Miss, the second young lady is really going too far," said a girl in her twenties standing behind her, pouting in discontent. "Getting scolded doesn’t take a chunk out of my flesh—it’s fine by me as long as she doesn’t tire of shouting," the woman replied with a light smile, embodying grace and composure. "Miss, you’re really too good-natured. People will take advantage of you easily that way." Lin Sili’s eyebrows arched slightly. If it had been the old her, she indeed would have been a pushover. But she wasn’t that foolish anymore. Nowadays, in this family, Pan Yu and Lin Qianqian were fast losing ground. It’s terrifying when a smart person comes to their senses. Lin Qianqian, with her pig-headed brain, wouldn’t have been anything if it weren’t for Pan Yu’s continuous backing over the years. Regrettably, now Pan Yu had her last shred of decency stripped away by her own daughter, and Lin Peng had very little affection left for her. Sooner or later, she would kick this mother-daughter duo out of the Lin Family’s door. It was just a young model she had arranged to trap Lin Peng, who, to her surprise, was unable to resist the temptation. His shallowness and fickleness were beyond her expectations. Remembering how passionately he loved Pan Yu, even against his grandfather’s wishes to marry her, Sili thought he truly loved that woman. Now it seemed it was nothing of the sort; all men were cut from the same cloth. Pan Yu, carrying her bag, walked downstairs with a gloomy look and glared at Lin Sili, who was sitting on the couch. This bitch, she wanted nothing more than to pounce and scratch her face to shreds, but for now, she had to hold back. Just you wait... Lin Sili smiled, "Mom, are you heading out?" Each time Sili addressed her as ’mom’, Pan Yu’s heart quivered. "Don’t call me mom. I don’t have a daughter as good as you," Pan Yu said through clenched teeth. Lin Sili smiled again, "Mom, no matter what, you raised me for more than a decade. There is no credit without hard work, so calling you ’mom’ is only right." Pan Yu snorted coldly, "Don’t get too smug," and with that, she left, high heels clicking against the floor. Watching her mother’s retreating figure, Lin Sili’s lips curled up, tough on the outside but frail on the inside. I’ll just have to see what sort of waves you can stir up. She subconsciously placed a hand on her stomach. As the months passed, her pregnancy was becoming more and more noticeable, and it was getting harder to conceal. If the news of her pregnancy leaked, the trust she had built with her father would crumble, and Pan Yu and her daughter would exploit the situation with the children. Although she held the largest share of the company, her lack of management experience and understanding of company affairs made her position precarious. She now had two choices: either announce her pregnancy and face whatever storms come her way, or go abroad to have the baby. However, doing so would risk Pan Yu undoing the successes she had started to build domestically. She hadn’t decided what to do yet. As the cursing upstairs grew louder and more intense, she frowned in annoyance. This Lin Qianqian really didn’t have many skills, but she sure had a knack for cursing. Thᴇ link to the origɪn of this information rᴇsts ɪn novelꜰire.net Lin Sili stood up, and Lingling hurried over to support her, "Miss..." Lin Sili waved her off, "I can manage on my own. You can go; I’ve got this." Lingling was someone she had promoted after coming back; diligent, smart, and very loyal to her. Lin Sili had entrusted her with a great deal of responsibility. Lin Sili held the railing, slowly making her way upstairs. After a few steps, she felt a pulling pain in her lower abdomen. She knew the baby was fragile and had been extra careful. Her thin lips pressed tightly together; nothing could happen to the baby.