After three years of misplaced affection, Mrs. Yu is no longer willing to pretend to be obedient.

The moment Zeng Ying fell into Yu Yunting's arms, her heart pounded.

For so many years, it had been lingering in her heart and dreams, a scene she had longed for day and night to come true, and it finally did.

She nestled in her brother's warm embrace, surrounded by his scent. This close contact made her heart pound uncontrollably.

Unfortunately... he was calling out someone else's name.

She was the woman she hated the most.

But Zeng Ying couldn't deny it. If she denied it, would her brother immediately come to his senses?

If this is the price, she accepts it.

Zeng Ying gave a muffled "hmm" while tightening her arms around Yu Yunting, not wanting him to see her face clearly.

But to her surprise, her brother still pushed her away mercilessly. Caught off guard, Zeng Ying bumped into the coffee table next to the sofa and fell to the ground in pain.

"Who are you?" Yu Yunting sat up from the sofa.

He rubbed his eyes, his mind slowly returning, and he finally saw the person in front of him clearly.

"Zeng Ying?...How could it be you?"

"Brother..." Zeng Ying stammered, "I saw a light in the wine cellar. I was worried that you might get drunk again and catch a cold, so I wanted to check if you were passed out here again."

Zeng Ying leaned on the coffee table and slowly stood up. "But for some reason, you suddenly hugged me when I got closer... I was startled too."

"I'm sorry, I..." Yu Yunting rubbed his temples, feeling dizzy and lightheaded.

He was so out of control just now. How could he do such a thing to his own sister?

But how come Zeng Ying today looks so much like Jian Ailing?

"Zeng Ying, why are you wearing her nightgown?" Yu Yunting frowned, finally noticing something amiss.

It was because of that familiar dress and that familiar fragrance that he mistook her for someone else in his dazed state.

"I..." Zeng Ying's expression changed, clutching the hem of her skirt. "I didn't bring many clothes with me this time. I thought since we have similar body types, I just went upstairs to get a set of pajamas to borrow. Anyway, Jian Ailing left her clothes here, so she's not planning to come back for them, right?"

Yu Yunting leaned back on the sofa, propping his head up with his hand, still gently rubbing his temples.

"What's with this perfume scent? Are you even borrowing her perfume?"

Zeng Ying's face turned pale, and she stammered, not knowing how to answer, "I...I just saw something on her desk, and I thought it looked funny, so I took it out and sprayed it."

"There were no perfume bottles on her desk; Aunt Lü had tidied everything up." Yu Yunting reopened his eyes, his expression inscrutable. "When did you learn to rummage through other people's things?"

His sudden change to a stern tone startled Zeng Ying.

"Xiao Ying, what are you doing? When Ai Ling was around, you tried every way to make things difficult for her, and now that she's gone, you're still wearing her clothes and using her perfume."

"Brother, I didn't..." Zeng Ying clutched her skirt and tightened her grip.

He turned his head away irritably. "I hope you don't either."

"You still haven't given me a reasonable explanation for why you took her to the fourth floor of the Tianheng headquarters building, which was still under renovation at the time. And you still haven't told me why you framed her for stealing the necklace."

Zeng Ying bit her lip hard, staring wide-eyed at the man in front of her, but didn't know what to say.

"I know Jiang Yurong has had a great influence on you. But now you're dressed exactly like her, are you imitating her? What exactly are you trying to achieve by doing this..." At this point, Yu Yunting's eyes suddenly changed, and he abruptly stopped speaking.

Did he guess it?

He's so smart, he must have guessed it.

Zeng Ying's lips trembled slightly, and the emotions that had been suppressed in her heart could no longer be hidden and were eager to pour out.

"Brother... what is it about me that I can't compare to Jian Ailing?" Zeng Ying's chest heaved rapidly as she stared at Yu Yunting, her voice unconsciously changing tone.

"Why would you get drunk for her, look at her like that, but never look at me like that!"

Yu Yunting's eyes widened, initially filled with astonishment and confusion, which slowly turned into annoyance. "Are you crazy? Have you forgotten who you are?"

"You used to be very patient with me, you never looked at me like this before." Zeng Ying's face showed a hint of grievance.

She could sense that ever since she locked Jian Ailing in the conference room and Jian Ailing complained to Jiang Yurong, Yu Yunting's attitude towards her seemed to have gradually changed.

At first, this change wasn't very noticeable, but after her grandmother's birthday party, she could clearly feel his coldness and distance towards her.

"Brother, Jian Ailing is already gone. She wants a divorce, she's abandoned you! What's the point of still being hung up on that kind of woman?"

"Shut up." Yu Yunting's eyes slowly turned cold, and his breathing became more rapid. "I'm reminding you one last time, she and I are not officially divorced yet. Jian Ailing is still your sister-in-law, so watch your words."

After saying that, he stood up from the sofa. "Zeng Ying, I hope you don't have any unrealistic fantasies. I am your brother. Now and always will be."

Yu Yunting walked to the door, then suddenly stopped. "Unless you're kicked out of the Yu family."

"You'd better move out yourself, or I'll have someone kick you out."

Zeng Ying watched his retreating figure, then collapsed weakly onto the carpet.

She can't stay here any longer, where else can she go?

-

Jane was doing yoga by the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing unconsciously at the building across the street.

She noticed that the apartment on the same floor as hers in the next building, with windows facing each other, seemed to be empty.

Construction workers were walking around inside, seemingly doing renovations.

The doorbell rang suddenly. At this hour, it was obvious that Qingqing was calling her to go next door for dinner.

During this period, she quickly became closer to her neighbors, a mother and daughter, and started eating at their place much more often.

Although her cooking skills improved rapidly, Jane Ailing also enjoyed the days when she could eat and drink for free.

After all, doing a lot of housework can be quite tiring.

Especially when Zhao Zitong's family member was hospitalized recently, he stayed at the hospital to take care of them, and he devoted almost all of his projects to Jian Ailing. For the past two weeks, she has been working non-stop, without a moment to rest.

Now that Zhao Zitong's father has been discharged from the hospital and he has returned to work, Jian Ailing has also taken a few days off to rest at home.

She's been staying home these past few days, and she keeps catching glimpses of the houses across the street while doing yoga.

A few days later, she noticed that the house across the street had been renovated.

Not knowing what kind of glass the large window facing her had been replaced with, Jane looked across as if she were looking into a dark mirror, unable to see anything clearly inside.

The privacy measures are too good! Are people in the building across the street worried about someone spying on their privacy?