Yun Ya carried breakfast and pushed open Ji Die’s room door. She was still lying on the bed, seemingly in a deep sleep, but Yun Ya noticed her eyelashes trembling slightly. Yun Ya placed the breakfast on the bedside table, walked over, and pulled open the curtains. The glaring sunlight poured in, and Ji Die instinctively raised her hand to shield her eyes. Yun Ya stood in front of the window, turned around. With the light flooding behind her, her face appeared somewhat blurred, but those cold yet gentle eyes shone brightly. "How long do you plan to keep degrading yourself?" The tone was harsh, barely concealing the sternness. To be honest, her patience with Ji Die had worn thin. If it weren’t for Ji Die’s remaining usefulness, Yun Ya would have found a good place for her to live out the rest of her days in comfort, thus honoring their bond. But now... Ji Die pulled the quilt over her head. She didn’t know what exactly she was getting emotional about—was it because of the embarrassing words the young miss said yesterday? Or the merciless ridicule? Was her pride that hurt? Yun Ya strode over and yanked off the quilt, looking down upon her with cold eyes: "I’ll give you two choices now. First, peacefully marry Uncle Qin, be the good wife and loving mother, the wealthy lady of an affluent family. If you choose this, then get up now and eat. Starving yourself is one thing, but starving the child in your womb, what leverage will you have to marry Uncle Qin then?" Pausing for a moment, Yun Ya continued: "Second, I’ll give you a sum of money and send you to a secluded, beautiful place, perfect for retirement, where you can live your life worry-free. But you must cut off all contact with the outside world, and I will never see you again. If you choose this, I won’t care how long you lie in bed. These are your choices. I’ll give you one minute to decide." With that, Yun Ya crossed her arms and coldly turned around to sit on the sofa. That minute felt like a century. Yun Ya coldly curled her lips; Ji Die would certainly make her choice. "Ten, nine... eight...." Yun Ya’s vermilion lips parted slightly, her indifferent voice devoid of emotion, even bordering on cruelty. "Five... four...." Yun Ya idly played with her pinky, counting down nonchalantly. "Three... two...." The final number lingered on her lips when, suddenly, Ji Die sat up straight, grabbing the breakfast from the bedside table and stuffing it into her mouth. Yun Ya smiled, her eyes filled with a knowing ease and mockery. "That’s more like it." Yun Ya walked over, gently smoothing Ji Die’s slightly messy hair, her gentleness striking. Ji Die paused, raising her eyes to look at her: "Young Miss, there’s something I’ve been holding in my heart for a long time, something I’ve always wanted to tell you." Yun Ya raised an eyebrow. Ji Die pressed her lips together, then spoke softly: "Do you know, I’ve always been afraid of you. I don’t know when it started, but you became someone I no longer recognized. The old young miss, though clever, was kind and lovable... The you now, though familiar in appearance, is too terrifying." Yun Ya’s eyes flickered. She bent down, staring directly into Ji Die’s eyes, her voice as soft as a whisper: "Are you saying I’m not kind anymore? Not lovable?" Ji Die instinctively shrank back, her head bowed, not daring to meet Yun Ya’s eyes, but her scalp still tingled with fear: "I don’t know what happened to you that made you so... so full of hatred towards the miss, but young miss, no one in this world loves you more than the miss. You can’t go on being so extreme." "Enough." Yun Ya’s face turned cold. No one in this world was a fool. Ji Die was not foolish; on the contrary, she had always been pretending to be. Official source is novel·fire·net "The real Ji Yunya died a long time ago, killed by Ji Lanyi with her own hands. Do you think I would show mercy to someone who killed herself? If one day she comes back, please tell her something for me." Yun Ya’s eyes flashed with a haunting, mad light. Despite the clear skies, Ji Die felt as if she had fallen into an icy pit, shivering with cold. Yun Ya spoke each word clearly: "One day, I will kill her with my own hands, for me, and for Miaomiao." Ji Die’s face turned deathly pale. She looked at the girl in front of her, so unfamiliar, so terrifying, no longer the kind and lovable young miss of her memories. To say such rebellious words... Yun Ya raised her hand and adjusted Ji Die’s collar, her eyes gentle like the spring breeze in March, as if everything just now was an illusion.