The younger sister pretends to be hypnotized, and her older brother gets addicted.

Chen Xiaomei was stunned, thinking she was dreaming.

"You...you weren't going to fire me?"

"Who said that?"

"It's Sister Jiaojiao..."

She misunderstood.

Chen Xiaomei was stunned for a moment, then tears streamed down her face, and she cried even harder than when she learned that she had been fired.

"Your mother will be fine." Ruan Yang pulled out a tissue and handed it to her. "You should stay with your mother during her surgery, and then come back to work—but I have one request."

Overjoyed, Chen Xiaomei burst into tears and nodded repeatedly.

"You said I'd do anything to save my mother!"

Ruan Yang did not make things difficult for her, but simply lowered her voice.

"You need to pretend you've been fired and can't borrow money. Don't tell anyone, especially Song Lejiao."

She didn't want to interfere with the main storyline.

But not wanting to cause two deaths, they came up with this compromise.

Chen Xiaomei knelt down with a thud.

"Ms. Ruan, thank you!"

"These past few days, I've been borrowing money from relatives and friends. I never expected you to help me. Consider this money a loan from me, and I promise I won't tell anyone."

With red eyes, Chen Xiaomei returned to the kitchen.

When everyone saw her come in with red eyes, they all crowded around her.

"Xiaomei, what did Miss Ruan say?"

She said... I don't need to come.

Upon hearing this, Song Lejiao's lips curled up slightly, but she quickly suppressed it again.

She stepped forward and patted Chen Xiaomei on the shoulder. "Xiaomei, this is the money we all pooled together, two thousand yuan in total. It's not much, but it's a small token of our appreciation, and we hope it can help your mother."

Chen Xiaomei glanced at the money and didn't accept it.

She silently returned to her bedroom and began packing her luggage.

Song Lejiao complained to the past.

"Oh, Miss Ruan, really..."

"Knowing that your mother is sick and hospitalized and needs money, she still insists on firing you. I really don't know how the second young master can put up with her."

Several servants nearby chimed in, expressing their sympathy for Chen Xiaomei.

But Chen Xiaomei suddenly stopped what she was doing, turned around, and gave her a deep look.

"Sister Lejiao, Miss Ruan has always been very good to you, even giving you designer handbags. Why do you always say bad things about her?"

Song Lejiao was stunned for a moment

The air fell silent instantly.

The crowd began to whisper among themselves.

"Yes, Song Lejiao usually berates Ruan Yang the most, but who doesn't know that Miss Ruan trusts her the most?"

"She's pretending to speak up for everyone, but could she be secretly trying to get information out of them?"

"Maybe Xiaomei was fired because she instigated it!"

In an instant, everyone's gaze towards Song Lejiao changed.

Song Lejiao panicked, "I didn't."

But no one believed her and they all consciously stayed away from her, afraid of being harmed by her.

……

At that time, inside the training room.

After seeing Chen Xiaomei off, Ruan Yang set up her phone.

She contacted a matchmaker at a dating agency, who said that men are very materialistic these days, and women need to have a stable job.

Ruan Yang is not short of money, but he is short of work.

So she applied for a children's ballet teacher position on a job search platform.

All positions require the submission of submitted work samples.

She wore a full face of makeup and her favorite performance outfit tonight.

In front of the full-length mirror, a white dress with a deep V-neck hangs on thin straps, revealing beautiful shoulder blades. Beneath the fluffy white skirt, her calves are slender and graceful, like a swan dancing.

"Buzz buzz buzz".

As the dance ended, my phone suddenly vibrated.

It was my mother's phone call.

Ruan Yang hesitated, wondering whether she should tell her mother what had happened in the past two days.

It's too uncomfortable to keep it all bottled up by yourself.

But as soon as the call connected, her mother's scolding voice came through the receiver.

"Ruan Yang, what's going on with Jiang Zhuo's WeChat Moments?"

"Didn't I tell you to keep an eye on Jiang Zhuo, that's a rich and handsome son-in-law? How come you can't even control a man?"

The barrage of accusations left Ruan Yang's head spinning.

She was switched at birth and grew up in the countryside.

After being taken back to the Ruan family, her parents doted on the fake heiress even more.

But since moving into the Jiang family home, her parents' attitude towards her has improved considerably.

But now, those words felt like a bucket of ice water poured over my head.

Nothing has changed.

Because of her mother's scolding, Ruan Yang's fingertips trembled as she opened Jiang Zhuo's WeChat Moments.

In the photo, a young man with a head of arrogant red hair stands on a golden beach, making his skin appear so white it seems to glow.

He had a girl in his arms, wearing a pale yellow bikini, smiling quietly and sweetly.

Completely different from my arrogant and domineering self.

The photo is a live image.

Ruan Yang clicked on it.

Then, Jiang Zhuo lowered his head and kissed the girl's lips.

Ruan Yang's fingertips paused.

She had never met this girl before, but she guessed who she was—

The female protagonist of this book is Qiao Lingling.

On the other end of the phone, my mother's angry voice reached my ears.

"Ruan Yang, do you think you're safe just because you've moved into the Jiang family?"

"If Mingzhu hadn't told me, I wouldn't have known that my future son-in-law went on vacation to the beach with another woman!"

"If Xiaozhuo doesn't want you, don't come back to see me and your dad!"

Ruan Yang couldn't hear what was said after that, nor did she know when the call ended.

She recognized the location in the photo as Tahiti.

Two years ago, she begged Jiang Zhuo to let her go to this place for fun.

Jiang Zhuo agreed.

Ruan Yang spent a long time researching and planning.

But the day before she was to leave, Jiang Zhuo stood her up with the excuse of "something came up".

The mother's scolding became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Ruan Yang buried her face in her knees and sobbed silently.

"Have you been wronged?"

A deep voice came from above.

Ruan Yang was startled and looked up blankly.

Jiang Yanci appeared out of nowhere and stood in front of her.

The empty light poured down from behind him, half revealing his cold, detached silhouette, the other half hidden in shadow, making it impossible to discern his expression.

Ruan Yang wiped her face.

She forced a smile, trying to appear ingratiating.

"Why are you back so early, brother? Weren't you in a meeting?"

She had just cried; her eyes were red and her voice was hoarse.

It sounds soft and chewy.

With the window open, Jiang Yanci could smell the fragrance of gardenias again.

It seemed impossible to brush it off.

"It's moved online now." He handed her a tissue. "Did you see Xiaozhuo's WeChat Moments?"

Ruan Yang lowered her eyes, tears still clinging to her eyelashes, and softly murmured "Mmm".

She saw it.

But it's not because of that that I'm sad.

"Did they break up again?"

"Um."

"How many days will it be this time?"

"……one day."

Jiang Yanci said, "Jiang Zhuo really went too far this time."

Ruan Yang lowered her head. Jiang Yanci in front of her was not the best person to confide in, but she wanted to find someone to talk to about her feelings.

"Brother, I don't want to like Jiang Zhuo anymore."

Jiang Yanci paused for a moment, "Are you willing to part with it?"

"Willing to part with it."

Under the lights, the glitter at the corner of Ruan Yang's eyes was blurred by tears, becoming a blurry mess, which blended with the thin red of her skin.

They look so pitiful.

It makes you want to help her.

Jiang Yanci restrained himself and looked away. The lighter in his pocket was uncomfortable, so he took it out.

With a "pop," a flame leaped up, a scarlet dot flickering in Jiang Yanci's thick eyes.

He said, "Yangyang, open WeChat and delete Jiang Zhuo."