An Ruo’s heart was a bit flustered, and she mumbled an explanation: "The Young Master said he couldn’t sleep, and I told him I could give a massage, so that’s why he let me massage him to help him sleep." Hearing this, Han Xiaofen’s expression changed dramatically. She widened her eyes in disbelief, so shaken that she couldn’t speak. Seeing her reaction, An Ruo knew that things had gotten serious again. To be honest, she was even more panicked and scared than her. Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭•𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢•𝓷𝓮𝓽 "Han Xiaofen, don’t jump to conclusions. What you said earlier doesn’t mean anything. Perhaps the Young Master doesn’t like other women, and I’m safe for him, so he doesn’t see me as a woman..." In the end, An Ruo couldn’t continue. Her argument couldn’t even convince herself. Did Tang Yuchen really not see her as a woman, which is why he allowed her into his bedroom? Everything from last night resurfaced in her mind... Her face turned pale, knowing she couldn’t stay here any longer. Han Xiaofen took a deep breath, sadly saying, "I hope things are as you say... But Sister An, I’ve been serving the Young Master for a year, and I know he doesn’t like anyone getting close to him or touching him. Even when he’s eating, we can’t be too close. Yet, he allowed you to give him a massage..." "..." An Ruo’s gaze trembled slightly, having to bite her lip hard to suppress the tremors in her body. "Sister An, I don’t know what means you used to get the Young Master to be close to you and like you. But don’t forget, you are a married woman, and even if you weren’t, you’re not worthy of the Young Master. So, please leave him as soon as possible!" How was she not worthy of him? An Ruo, angry, said, "You’ve said so much because you’re afraid he might like me. Actually, you like him and want to have him, don’t you?" Han Xiaofen straightened her back and slightly raised her chin, saying, "Yes, I like the Young Master, and I never intended to hide it from anyone. I truly like him, like the Young Master, and our meeting was fate. Sister An, you should have heard that I look very similar to the Young Master’s mother, whom he loved very much. But the Young Master’s mother passed away and will never return. So, Heaven made me meet the Young Master, intending for me to replace the Young Master’s mother and stay by their side. This is fate, and no one can change it!" An Ruo looked at her in shock; she didn’t expect her to have such thoughts. "Sister An, even if the Young Master has a bit of a thing for you now, I firmly believe that the one he will eventually like is me! I love him deeply and am willing to give my life and everything for him. I am the one most suited to be with him in this world!" After finishing, she turned and left briskly. An Ruo clutched her heart suddenly, feeling an overwhelming coldness as if all the blood in her body had frozen. Was Han Xiaofen and Tang Yuchen’s meeting really fate? Was it that Heaven thought she wasn’t worthy of being with Tang Yuchen, so it sent Han Xiaofen to love him? "No, it’s not like that!" An Ruo crouched on the ground painfully, unable to hold back her tears. She wasn’t dead; she had been trying hard to return to their side. Why did someone need to replace her? But even if she was still alive now, soon she would also... Could it be that this really was Heaven’s arrangement? This realization was a heavy blow to An Ruo, leaving her soulless, limp on the ground, unmoving. "Sister An, why are you sitting on the ground? What’s wrong with you?"