Right at that moment, the Yun manor’s doors opened after being shut for so long. The person who walked out was a fashionably dressed, but arrogant-looking woman wearing a Chanel jacket and heels. She was about thirty years old or so, but her figure and appearance made her look no older than an eighteen- or nineteen-year-old teenager. However, her slender eyes were filled with a harsh, demanding aura that intimidated all who saw her. She was even flanked by seven or eight bodyguards dressed in black and holding umbrellas, shielding her from even a single drop of rain in the heaviest storm.

Yun Muqing and Mrs. Zhao’s expressions darkened the moment they saw this woman—Yun Xiaoyue, eldest daughter of the Yun family’s eldest son, firstborn female heir of the family and sworn rival of Yun Muqing.

“What a touching display of the bond between mistress and servant.” Yun Xiaoyue’s lips curled in a sneer while her sharp gaze swept across Mrs. Zhao. Her voice dropped several degrees colder than the wind itself as she said, “Mrs. Zhao, you dare disobey the Yun family orders and privately meet this cheap woman alone? You dare challenge the rules of our family? Are you courting death?” The few bodyguards behind her also stood up straighter, ready to act the moment something unfavorable happened.

Mrs. Zhao’s expression fell and she became a nervous, begging wreck. “Miss, I-I couldn’t bear to see her standing in the rain. Even if the Master wouldn’t see her, she’s still a Yun after all. I couldn’t watch her get a cold in this rain, could I?”


Yun Xiaoyue raised an eyebrow and yelled with disapproval, “How nosy of you. Would I, the master, need you, the servant, to tell me what to do? Slap her.” A bodyguard immediately rushed forward, giving Mrs. Zhao two resounding smacks on her face. The old woman couldn’t possibly take this punishment, so she fell into the mud with a cry and got stained all over; it was a humiliating sight.

Yun Muqing was shocked and quickly rushed to help her up, “Are you alright, Mrs. Zhao?”

Yun Xiaoyue felt immensely satisfied by the scene before her and played with her newly manicured nails while she said, in an arrogant and dismissive tone, “A servant should have the awareness of one. Who are you to play guessing games with your master’s thoughts? Insolent thing.”

Yun Muqing was instantly enraged, glaring at Yun Xiaoyue with her almond eyes. “Sis, Mrs. Zhao watched us grow up and she’s technically our elder. How could you do this to her? Have you no conscience?”

Yun Xiaoyue raised an eyebrow again. “What, you’re interfering in my efforts to educate a servant of the Yun family now? What rights does a disowned sl*t have to stick her nose into the family’s business?”
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