Most of the servants in the family had been changed, and many did not recognize Ji Die. Yun Ya simply said she was one of his elders and also a master of the house, who should be well cared for. He declared that anyone who dared to neglect her would not be spared lightly. With Yun Ya’s word, no one dared to look down on Ji Die, although they secretly guessed about her origins behind her back. She shares the Ji surname, could she be a distant relative of Miss? "Madam, this is the chicken soup Miss instructed us to make for you. Please drink it while it’s hot," Aunt Li said as she came over with chicken soup. Ji Die’s face turned slightly red with embarrassment, "Don’t call me Madam, you’re really embarrassing me. To tell you the truth, I used to be a servant of the Ji Family. I watched the young miss and young master grow up. The young miss has a kind heart, she has been looking after me for so many years. I’m fundamentally the same as you all, there is no difference in status between us." Aunt Li suppressed the shock in her eyes. When she joined the Ji Family, Ji Die had already been expelled, so she didn’t know about Ji Die’s existence. To think that she had been a servant of the Ji Family before. "Miss is a kind person, knows how to be grateful. You really are fortunate to have encountered someone as good as her," Aunt Li commented. Ji Die smiled slightly, "Yes, the luckiest thing in my life has been entering the Ji Family and meeting Miss and the young miss." Upstairs, after Yun Ya had put Yun Miao to sleep, he returned to his own room and looked at the overwhelming scandals about Zhu Yangyang on the internet, the corners of his mouth lifting in a smile. It was clear who the person behind it all was. Zhu Yangyang’s recent advances towards Ming Han had obviously infuriated someone. She thought of Ye Wenxing’s somber eyes. This woman... Although Zhu Yangyang held a prominent position in the industry, at the end of the day, she was just a star. Compared to someone like Ye Wenxing, whose net worth was in the billions, she was insignificant. Ye Wenxing could easily crush her with just a flick of his pinky. Zhu Yangyang was truly shooting herself in the foot this time. What she hadn’t anticipated was that Ye Wenxing would be so ruthless, clearly planning to completely cut off Zhu Yangyang’s path. But this was in line with her style. Her fingers unconsciously slid to the WeChat page, opening Yan Song’s chat box. The latest message was from a month ago. "Ahhhh...." Yun Ya screamed, throwing her phone away, then she covered her head with the blanket. Closing her eyes, those terrible memories flooded in. She hypnotized herself in her mind, when an awareness unintentionally enters your mind; the only way is to confront it with your own consciousness. 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