My sister, whom I raised, has turned evil after faking her death for three years.

The crowd gathered downstairs began to gather as soon as the first car stopped in front of the building entrance.

First came three black Bentleys, then four Mercedes-Benzes, and finally a silver-gray Rolls-Royce. The cars lined up in a row, completely filling the not-so-wide driveway in the residential area.

The car doors opened one by one, and well-dressed people got out of the cars, carrying a dazzling array of things. These items were then carried upstairs in a queue, and two more trips were made because one trip wasn't enough.

Although the residents in the community are all quite wealthy and have seen Mercedes-Benz and BMW cars many times, this is the first time they have ever seen such a scene.

Several elderly men and women, returning from their stroll, stood by the flower bed whispering among themselves. Some counted the cars downstairs, then the gifts being carried upstairs, marveling at the sight.

Is this a marriage proposal or a vow fulfillment?

Some people recognized one of the young men who got out of the car as someone they thought they had seen on the cover of a financial magazine, but they couldn’t remember his name, only that the title contained the words “Beicheng Jiang Family”.

Just as everyone's attention was focused on the luxury cars parked at the entrance of the building and the gifts being handed out in a line, an inconspicuous gray sedan slowly emerged from a secluded corner at the back of the crowd.

No one noticed it, and no one saw the face, mostly obscured by shadows, behind the rear window.

Cui Jiayi huddled in the corner of the back seat, her hat brim pulled low, her mask covering most of her face, revealing only a pair of bloodshot and resentful eyes.

Days and nights of hiding and fear caused an almost terrifying change in her appearance.

Her face, which used to receive weekly treatments at a plastic surgery clinic, began to collapse rapidly after losing those expensive treatments. Her nasolabial folds became so deep they looked like they had been carved with a knife, and the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes piled up in layers. The contours of her cheekbones and jawline became strange and abrupt due to the loss of collagen.

What was most shocking was her skin. The hidden wounds left by the excessive injection of fillers began to become inflamed and ulcerated after the loss of regular care. Her cheeks were covered with dense red dots and pimples, some of which had broken open, covered with dark yellow scabs, and had a slight oozing of blood at the edges.

She devoted most of her life to this face, spending her heart and money, only to have it all vanish in just a few days.

Sitting in the driver's seat was a heavily made-up woman wearing a bright pink bodycon dress with a low neckline that revealed a large expanse of her collarbone, which was made too white by foundation.

Her name is Liu Liya. She was the most inconspicuous one in Cui Jiayi's circle. Her husband was a foreman on a construction site. He earned his money through hard work. His skin was tanned dark by the sun, and he could never wash the cement dust out of his fingernails.

That amount of money was barely enough for Liu Liya to squeeze into the very edge of this circle, sitting in the seats that others had rejected, holding a glass of red wine that she couldn't tell was good or bad, and pretending that she was the same kind of person as these wealthy ladies.

She felt like she had gained something if Cui Jiayi could even say a word to her.

But at this moment, as she looked in the rearview mirror at the disheveled, disfigured woman in the back seat, a sneer of contempt crept onto her lips.

She deliberately broke the silence with an exaggerated tone of regret, saying, "Jiayi, how could you do such a thing? It's not that I, as your best friend, don't want to help you, but what you did was illegal. Even if I wanted to help, I couldn't."

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At this moment, Cui Jiayi really couldn't care less about these things. She lowered her voice and asked Liu Liya if she had found out any news.

His voice still carried that habitual commanding tone, as if the mannerisms he had developed in the industry over the years were ingrained in his bones, and he couldn't change them even in his current state of destitution.

Liu Liya rolled her eyes, thinking to herself that she was still pretending even after things had come to this point, but she still managed a perfunctory smile, picked up a file folder from the passenger seat and threw it into the back seat: "I found out, take a look for yourself."

Liu Liya took in Cui Jiayi not because of any friendship.

When news of the police's manhunt for Cui Jiayi reached the circle, she was sitting in the rest area of ​​a beauty salon with a latte in her hand, while several women around her whispered among themselves that the woman from the Cui family was finally finished this time.

At first, like everyone else, she felt that this matter had nothing to do with her and wished she could stay as far away from it as possible.

But then Cui Jiayi called her from some unknown number and cried her heart out on the other end of the line, saying that none of her sisters were willing to help her. Suddenly, a thought flashed through her mind, not out of sympathy, but a bold idea that made her heart race.

Everyone in the circle knows that Cui Jiayi has never been well-liked in the Jiang family. The only reason people fawn over her is because her older sister is the mistress of the Jiang family.

Now that Cui Jiayi has done such a thing, the Jiang family must hate her to the bone. If, at this critical juncture, Liu Liya were to hand Cui Jiayi over herself, wouldn't the Jiang family owe her a huge favor?

With the Jiang family as her backing, why would she need her contractor husband's hard-earned money to maintain appearances?

Those ladies dressed in designer clothes, holding champagne, who never even glance at her, will have to speak to her politely when the time comes.

So she decided to keep Cui Jiayi calm.

Helping her hide, helping her gather information, and pretending to be the same timid follower behind Sister Cui—all of this was because she wanted to ensure that she had Cui Jiayi firmly in her grasp and that the person who would ultimately hand her over to the Jiang family was Liu Liya, not some random nobody.

With the Jiang family's connections, she'll be able to kick that tanned, sweaty man out of the construction site every day.

Although he gave her money, she had seen the world by hanging out with those other women over the years and felt that she deserved a better life. After all, she had met quite a few rich people in nightclubs before marrying that taciturn man.

Cui Jiayi's fingers were trembling when she opened the file bag.

Several photos and a sheet of printed paper fell out. She glanced at them and froze, as if struck by lightning.

There weren't many words on the paper, but each one felt like a needle piercing her eyes, making them twitch painfully.

Jiang Ran did not die; Jiang Ran is the younger sister that Su Qing adopted.

She looked at the paper over and over again, her facial muscles began to twitch abnormally, and her loose skin cast two deep shadows on either side of her nasolabial folds. The festering wound began to bleed again due to the sudden twisting.

She reached up and touched her face, looking at the blood and pus mixed together on her hand. She couldn't even count how much she had sacrificed for this face.

But now she has nothing left, nothing left to hold onto... She clutched the printing paper tightly, her broken fingernails piercing the paper and her flesh, but she seemed oblivious to it. Her eyes were bloodshot, her mind filled with the injustice of the world.

She hated Cui Ying, hated that she was lucky, hated that she was better than her in every way.

She hated Wu Yue, that old bastard who had taken her money for over a decade but outwardly complied while inwardly defying her.

She hated Yin Wan, hated that bitch for choosing this moment to commit suicide, revealing her last trump card.

She hated Jiang Ran. Why was someone who should have died long ago brought back by the Jiang family? Why did she have things she had never received before as soon as she returned?

But the person she hated the most was Su Qing, all because of that bitch.

If she hadn't adopted Jiang Ran, there wouldn't have been that incident at the school, and she wouldn't have been kicked out of the Jiang family.

If she hadn't meddled in Jiang Yi's affairs, the plan at the amusement park wouldn't have failed.

If it weren't for her perpetually aloof and dismissive face, she wouldn't have failed after enduring for so many years.

It's all Su Qing's fault! Su Qing ruined everything she had!