Ye Yuwei secretly glanced at the man walking over, brushed back a lock of hair beside her ear, revealing her swollen half-face just enough, paired with a pitiful expression that could most easily arouse a man’s compassion. Ning Zijin, such a heartless woman, I refuse to believe you would still protect her as you always do. Thinking this, she slightly lifted the corners of her mouth, even imagining the scene of Ning Zijin being despised and abandoned by Ye Feng. Lady Ye had already promised her that as long as Ning Zijin divorced Ye Feng, she would become the rightful Young Lady of the Ye Family. The man didn’t even glance at her, indifferently walked past her, heading towards Ning Zijin. The smile on Ye Yuwei’s lips suddenly froze there. "Jinjin, does your hand hurt?" Ye Feng walked up to Ning Zijin, grabbed her hand, and gently blew on it near his lips, his manner full of tenderness, as if Ning Zijin was the Princess he cherished dearly, not a venomous woman. Ning Zijin pouted and said delicately, "It hurts, it hurts so much." "Let hubby blow on it, and it won’t hurt anymore." Their show of affection was so sickeningly sweet that even the servant standing aside couldn’t bear to watch. Was it really alright to show off their love like that? Couldn’t they see that Ye Yuwei’s face was twisted with anger, and Lady Ye was almost frothing with rage? Ever since Lady Ye brought Ye Yuwei back, the Ye Family hadn’t had a day of peace. After the Young Lady ran away from home, then the Young Master also left after the upheaval, the couple returned, more inseparable than ever, living like they were on a perpetual honeymoon. This drove Lady Ye, who was bent on causing trouble, and Ye Yuwei, whose scheming nature was written all over her face, absolutely mad. These dramas played out every day, giving the servants immense satisfaction, as the Young Lady, rejuvenated, tormented the petty Ye Yuwei mercilessly, and more impressively, the Young Master remained unwavering in his faith and care for the Young Lady... Emma, the servants found each day’s live family soap opera exhilarating, eagerly awaiting the various ways Ye Yuwei would court catastrophe, even secretly betting on how many days it would take before Ye Yuwei was KO’d and kicked out by the Young Lady. Nails dug into her palm, the pain was numbed, why could a vulgar and contemptible woman like Ning Zijin receive the love of a perfect man like Young Master Ye? She was unwilling, why hadn’t she met Young Master Ye earlier? She was confident she would be better loved by Young Master Ye than Ning Zijin. If she had met him first, she would be the one receiving his unconditional love and care now. Follow current novels on novｅlfire.net Success was just a step away, she couldn’t retreat. Thinking about the people Lady Ye told her about, she calmed herself down again and silently hid behind Lady Ye. "Enough." Lady Ye shouted sharply. If looks could kill, Ning Zijin would have been riddled with wounds by now. Unfortunately, Ning Zijin didn’t care about her at all. "Apologize to Yuwei." "Hehe." Ning Zijin sneered, "Mom, won’t you ask what she did?" "Yuwei just accidentally bumped into you. Why did you hit her? You must apologize to Yuwei." Lady Ye’s attitude was very firm. "What if I don’t?" Ning Zijin, picking her nails, leaned casually in Ye Feng’s arms, raising an eyebrow provocatively and mockingly at Lady Ye. "You..." Lady Ye was so angry that she almost spat out a mouthful of old blood. This vile woman, relying on Feng’er’s favor, had become even more uncontrollable, driving her crazy. Lady Ye raised her hand to slap Ning Zijin’s face, finally unable to hold back any longer. Ye Feng’s eyes turned cold as he pulled Ning Zijin back a step. Lady Ye’s slap missed, and she nearly stumbled. Seeing Ye Feng’s indifferent expression, her rage boiled over even more. This son was simply here to collect debts from her. "Just a servant, Jinjin hit her and that’s that. It was her fault for bumping into Jinjin. You want Jinjin to apologize to her? As the family matriarch, are you disregarding the rules of our Ye Family? Or do you think the identity of the Young Lady can be easily trampled by a servant?" Every word Ye Feng said was like a sharp knife, harshly piercing Ye Yuwei’s heart, bleeding heavily. So... in his eyes, she was just a servant. Yes, she was living under someone else’s roof, forcibly labeled a servant by Ning Zijin. Even with Lady Ye’s backing, in this family, there were two people who could trample her dignity at will. She didn’t realize when she chose to step into this family, her dignity had already been fed to the dogs. Lady Ye was left speechless by the rebuttal, opening and closing her mouth, not knowing what to say.