When I received the call from the manor, saying that Gu Jiayin intended to fire everyone there and burn all the belongings of the Qin Family left behind, Ye Zhilin immediately cursed through gritted teeth. "That wretch, why won’t the heavens take her?!" Ye Zhilin gripped the wheelchair armrest, wishing she could chew up Gu Jiayin and swallow her whole to relieve her anger. Qin Yishu did not speak, yet her fists were clenched tightly. She sat beside Ye Zhilin, pursing her lips, her eyes surging with a sinister and sharp light. Gu Jiayin stole her man and her rightful glory. From a young age, she dreamed of crushing Gu Jiayin underfoot, but today she was left so humiliated, her cherished man lost, and her dazzling identity as a noble daughter dimmed like dust. Why could Gu Jiayin live so well while she had to be so miserable? She was unwilling, very unwilling. But she dared not be arrogant anymore, especially in front of Qin Yiheng. Qin Yiheng still harbored feelings for Gu Jiayin, forbidding her from harboring any malice towards Gu Jiayin, beyond helping him lure Gu Jiayin to bed. Now, when she saw Qin Yiheng, it was like seeing a demon. The day he took the president position, he sought her intentionally, pinching her chin with an evil smile, warning coldly, "Qin Yishu, the day you chose to compete against me for power, you doomed your future to misery. Today marks the start of your tragic life. From here on, count the days carefully." He kept his word; these two days made her wish for death. She didn’t want to go home but dared not stay away, so she clung tightly to Ye Zhilin upon returning home, for Qin Yiheng somewhat restrained himself in front of Ye Zhilin. Her present misery equaled her hatred for Gu Jiayin. Qin Xueyao appeared unconcerned, fiddling with her freshly done nails, she gave Ye Zhilin a disdainful glance, "Mom, what’s the use of getting so angry here? No matter how much you curse, Gu Jiayin can’t hear." Her mood was indeed great, for yesterday Gu Jiayin finally broke completely with Pei Nianchen. She was currently waiting to marry into the Pei Family as the Young Madam. Because Qin Xueyao was very likely to become the future Young Madam of the Pei family, Qin Yiheng somewhat esteemed her, treating her fairly well. Thus, he turned a blind eye to her arrogance at home, even indulging it a little. And Qin Xueyao, in her arrogance, enjoyed this indulgence, sneering coldly at Qin Yishu. This differential treatment tormented Qin Yishu as if it pierced her intestines. Qin Yiheng seemed determined to drive her insane. Ye Zhilin couldn’t see, thus remained unaware of the subtle changes between her three children. Feeling enraged by Qin Xueyao’s indifferent cynicism, she lashed out, "Xueyao, how can you talk to mom ?" Yet, Qin Xueyao had lost all respect, sighing deeply, "Mom, you need to face reality." Saying so, assisted by her aide, she picked up her fifty thousand yuan crocodile leather handbag and waddled out. Before leaving, she smiled sweetly at Qin Yiheng, "Brother, I’m leaving to have tea with Aunt Zuo. Dad isn’t here, but when I marry into the Pei family, you’ll need to escort me, brother." Qin Yiheng raised a teasing lip, responding with a smile, "It’s a big brother’s responsibility. The future Young Madam of the Pei family will bring endless glory to us, unlike some people who are only fit to be abandoned wives." Qin Xueyao gave an arrogant yet dismissive glance to Qin Yishu, observing her tense body and face, reaching the limit of restraint, with a gleam of schadenfreude. With a delicate, crafty smile in her throat, she exclaimed, "Sister, goodbye." Qin Yishu was so furious she almost broke the last strand holding her mental world. Qin Yiheng looked at her coldly. Qin Xueyao walked away, swaying elegantly along the spring breeze. Ye Zhilin couldn’t see, unaware of her daughter’s remarkable embarrassment and desperate urge for hysteria. Ye Zhilin knew nothing about the incident between Qin Yishu and Sheng Qianchi on the sea, nor that Sheng Qianchi had completely cut ties with Qin Yishu. After a moment of silence, Ye Zhilin spoke again, "Yishu, why haven’t you gone to find Sheng Qianchi lately? Given you saved his life once, he should favor you. We mustn’t let that little wretch Gu Jiayin triumph so easily." Without waiting for Qin Yishu’s reply, Qin Yiheng chuckled disdainfully, "Mom, you didn’t know, our once grand Miss, the number one socialite in Licheng City, has thoroughly fallen out with Sheng Qianchi. Don’t bring up the so-called life-saving grace; whether it’s true or not, heaven doesn’t know, earth doesn’t know, how could we?" With another sarcastic laugh, he added, "Don’t bother Sheng Qianchi; if he investigates the matter back then, uncovering the truth could be disastrous." Ye Zhilin couldn’t see; as Qin Yiheng said this, his expression was steeped in sarcasm. Such disdainful eyes made Qin Yishu, forever chased by hordes, once hailed as Licheng City’s first goddess, feel like spitting blood. Just when she felt the metaphorical thorn in her back, Ye Zhilin’s words struck, "Yishu, what on earth happened? How could you fall out with Sheng Qianchi? Even if he’s infatuated with Gu Jiayin now, he should hold affection for the Qin Family due to your life-saving grace. But if you’ve fallen out, and Gu Jiayin starts influencing him, then we..." Saying this, Ye Zhilin lamented over her lack of success, relying on hearing to sense, she fiercely slapped her. With a "slap," though it was off-target, missing Qin Yishu’s face, landing near her ear, it instantly left her head spinning and ears buzzing. "Mom!" Qin Yishu stood with grievance, about to erupt. Yet, facing Qin Yiheng’s disdainful yet warning look, she swallowed down this air, her voice turning gentle, "Mom, I didn’t mean to." "Get out!" Ye Zhilin struck the wheelchair’s armrest furiously, "Useless thing, can’t compare to even half of Xueyao who at least carries Pei family’s child, holding an ace card. You haven’t even touched Sheng Qianchi’s sleeve, useless!" New ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄhapters are published on NoveI~Fire.net "Mom!" Qin Yishu tried saying more, but Ye Zhilin’s louder curses showered her, "Get out!" Actually, Ye Zhilin once cherished her children dearly, but ever since Qin Zhennan disregarded spousal affections and kept her locked in the basement, her nature changed, with familial bonds thinning like cicada wings. Qin Yishu’s tears fell in large drops, surging waves of hatred, yet she restrained cowardly suicides, feeling as if being pushed to life’s extremity. She stared timidly at Qin Yiheng, obediently bowing before Ye Zhilin, "Sorry, Mom." Finishing, she wiped away tears while running quickly away. Only Ye Zhilin and Qin Yiheng were left in the living room. Ye Zhilin pursed her lips, taking several deep breaths to calm her agitation, then asked Qin Yiheng in a cold tone, "What about Qin Zhennan’s case?"