Mommy, don't be afraid, I'll bring you blind boxes and scam you out of a wealthy family to

Shen Yaya was dressed conspicuously today, and because she had been following the Wu family, the guests did not know her identity and praised her as a member of a collateral branch of the Shen family.

She received many compliments along the way, like a peacock spreading its tail feathers, holding her chin high wherever she went.

She was in a great mood, but her smile faded when she saw her parents.

"Mom, what's wrong?" She cautiously approached.

Mrs. Shen's face was full of anger: "I never expected that Ji Zhenglin would actually be in cahoots with the Duan family—is Duan Hetong really the only one who calls the shots in Tan City?!"

Mr. Shen, puffing on his cigarette, said, "Alright! Are you shouting like you're afraid no one can hear you?"

Shen Yaya asked in confusion, "Who is Ji Zhenglin?"

"Speaker Ji, don't you remember?" Mrs. Shen tried to keep her voice down, but it kept rising as she spoke. "He's that consumptive Ji Hui's uncle! He's very powerful!"

Shen Yaya didn't understand what she meant by "speaker" or "chairman".

But when Ji Hui was mentioned, she remembered him.

That older brother was very handsome; that was her first impression of Ji Hui.

However, his excessively pale face, his unusually light-colored eyes, and his icy, indifferent expression truly sent chills down her spine.

Shen Yaya grew up being pampered and adored, so she couldn't stand such arrogance.

She thought, "Brother Xiao Shuo is still the best."

"Xiao Shuo is still the best." Coincidentally, Mrs. Shen said the same thing. "The Wu family and the Ji family are on equal footing, but judging from that consumptive man's attitude, the Ji family is probably going to die out—unlike our Xiao Shuo, who is so outstanding and has a bright future!"

She hugged her daughter, then softened her tone, "Ya Ya, you must get along well with Brother Xiao Shuo, understand?"

Shen Yaya felt a surge of joy at the thought of Wu Shuo: "Mmm!"

"Go on, go on, go find your brother to play."

Mrs. Shen watched her daughter happily walk away, already imagining twenty years later, when Shen Yaya would successfully marry into a wealthy family, and she herself would join the ranks of the most powerful and wealthy wives, being respectfully addressed wherever she went: "Look, this is Speaker Wu's mother-in-law..."

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Shen Yaya walked briskly through the garden.

Her goal was clear and singular: to find Wu Shuo.

Unfortunately, we met Wen Li halfway there.

Wen Li was being led by her grandmother's hand as she obediently greeted the elderly ladies.

Shen Yaya's smile vanished instantly.

How come I run into the person I hate most here?

As Grandma spoke, Wenli stood obediently to the side until an old woman smiled and slipped a small pastry into her hand.

In her childish voice, she said, "Thank you."

"Good child." The old women's eyes and hearts were full of love.

Grandma told her to go play by herself for a while, adding, "Don't go too far."

"Okay~"

Wen Li held the pastries, wanting to find a good place to savor them slowly.

As soon as I turned around, someone blocked my way.

Wen Li blinked: "...Shen Yaya."

Her tone was very calm, as if they had only met during recess at kindergarten.

After calling out the name, I naturally took a step to the side, preparing to go around it.

Shen Yaya stepped to the side and blocked her way again.

Wen Li stopped again, tilted her little face up to look at her, and waited quietly.

Shen Yaya suddenly felt a surge of anger: Why?

Why isn't she afraid of me at all? And why isn't she angry at all?

Those eyes seemed to be looking at a stranger.

She didn't know that Wen Li's father looked at his own parents in the same way.

They were right next to each other, yet it seemed as if they didn't even notice them.

Shen Yaya bit her lip unhappily, then suddenly raised her chin: "Hey, Wen Li, is your father going to marry you off to that consumptive Ji Hui?"

Wen Li was taken aback.

What does "嫁" mean?

What is a "consumption demon"?

Shen Yaya didn't get the response she expected, and stomped her foot: "Hmph, that's definitely how it is!"

Although Wen Li couldn't understand the meaning behind the words, she could understand the tone.

Shen Yaya is saying unpleasant things.

She frowned slightly: "Don't talk about Brother Huihui like that."

Seeing her protecting Ji Hui, Shen Yaya became even more certain of her guess and said smugly, "You'll only be able to do this from now on—I'm different, I'm going to marry Brother Xiao Shuo!"

As she said this, she kept staring at Wen Li, hoping to see envy, jealousy, and anxiety on the latter's face.

Unexpectedly, Wen Li tilted her head in confusion: "Brother Xiao Shuo, who is it?"

Shen Yaya froze.

So you've been showing off for ages, and the other person doesn't even know who Xiao Shuo's brother is?

Seeing that she didn't speak, Wen Li didn't press her for more information.

She looked down at the snacks in her hand, remembering that her grandmother was still waiting for her.

Without even saying "goodbye," he simply nodded politely to Shen Yaya, turned around, and left.

Shen Yaya was so angry she was practically fuming: "Stop right there!"

She was chasing after Wen Li when she happened to pass by a tall flower stand.

On the flower stand, there is a celadon-glazed porcelain vase with two handles.

That was a birthday gift from an old friend of Wu Qiming, and it was quite valuable. It is temporarily displayed here for guests to admire.

Shen Yaya ran too fast and her body crashed into the flower table.

"Oh!"

With a sharp crack, the porcelain bottle crashed heavily to the ground, scattering shards everywhere.

Shen Yaya stood there, stunned.

Several servants who were nearby heard the commotion and rushed over:

"What happened?"

"Oh my god—"

"The master's porcelain vase...!"

Shen Yaya looked at the mess on the ground, her face turning pale.

Just then, she caught a glimpse of Wen Li, who had stopped and was looking back not far ahead.

—Got it!

"It was her!" Shen Yaya pointed, her voice shrill. "She broke it!"

All eyes immediately turned to Wen Li.

Wen Li held the snacks, her little face full of confusion.

She subconsciously pointed to herself, then asked uncertainly, "Li Bao...?"

She looked at the broken pieces on the ground, and for a moment, it felt as if she had returned to her stepfather's house.

Whenever anything is lost or broken, Aunt Bai always claims that she did it.

Then came a beating.

The little dumpling shook its head helplessly: "Pear Baby doesn't have any..."

Shen Yaya wasn't about to let this opportunity slip by: "It was you! I saw it all, you were running too fast and bumped into me..."

The servants looked at each other in bewilderment.

Although we didn't see the whole process, everyone knows how arrogant and domineering Shen Yaya has been in the Wu family these days.

As for the other one...

Anyone who has seen that sensible and adorable little bundle of joy would love him.

It's hard to believe that Wen Li would do such a thing.

For a moment, no one responded.

Seeing that no one was on her side, Shen Yaya burst into tears: "It's her! Why don't you believe me? She's lying!"

The commotion quickly attracted the attention of nearby guests, who all turned to look in the direction of the sound.

In no time, the area was surrounded by people.

Two girls of similar age, one sobbing uncontrollably, the other standing helplessly to the side.

A pile of shattered precious porcelain.

Who is right and who is wrong?