Baby! Be good! Don't be afraid! Your husband isn't a wild animal!

"Please, save me..." Gu Zhihua clung to a man's leg, pleading for help.

The man was dressed in a black bespoke suit, with a diamond button on the cuff that gleamed coldly, giving him an air of aloofness and nobility.

He looked down at her, his back to the light, so Gu Zhihua couldn't see his face clearly.

But she couldn't let go; she grasped at it like a lifeline.

"Who are you, daring to trespass on private property!" the man behind him shouted.

Leng Yan saw that she was clinging to his master's leg. His master hated women the most and was also a germaphobe. The woman in front of him was dirty. He was doomed.

He was about to step forward and pull Gu Zhihua away.

At this moment, Mo Yeting suddenly raised his hand, signaling him to step back.

Leng Yan was a little confused, but he stopped what he was doing and took a step back.

The man lifted her chin. Her face was covered in tears, and her eyes were beautiful, clear as if they had been washed, making her look pitiful.

She resembled a frightened little rabbit, arousing a man's protective instincts.

Mo Yeting's deep, magnetic voice held a hint of amusement, "What do you have to offer me to save you?"

"Damn it, don't let that woman get away, hurry up and find her..." A rough male voice came from not far behind.

Gu Zhihua told herself that she couldn't die. She had to take revenge and make those who hurt her pay the price!

"I'll do anything to save me," she said resolutely.

The man raised an eyebrow and let out a low chuckle. "This is really interesting."

He bent down, scooped the woman up in his arms, and said, "Take care of them."

After saying that, he carried her towards the villa.

Leng Yan was completely dumbfounded. Had her master lost his mind? He, who was usually indifferent to women, was actually letting this woman cling to his leg; he, who was a germaphobe, was actually not disgusted by her being dirty and was holding her in his arms; he, who didn't like to meddle in other people's business, was actually helping her solve her problems...

*

Two months ago.

Two men in black suits came to Gu Zhihua's house, told her that she was the daughter of the Song family, showed her a paternity test report, and took her home.

She returned to the Song family home in a car, her feelings a mix of emotions.

The Song family barely made it into the top ten families in Kyoto. Their manor was large and beautiful, and their villas were lavishly decorated.

Song Henian and Jiang Yao sat in the hall waiting. Next to Jiang Yao sat a girl dressed in a haute couture tulle dress, looking like a high-class princess.

As Gu Zhihua walked into the hall, the girl sitting next to Jiang Yao ran over and said, "Welcome home, little sister. I'm your older sister, Song Mianmian."

Song Henian's voice was indifferent, "It's good that you're back. She's your older sister, Song Mianmian, whom we adopted after you went missing."

"Although Mianmian is adopted, we have already treated her as our own daughter." Jiang Yao's feelings were complicated. She didn't have much affection for this biological daughter, but was afraid of losing Song Mianmian.

"Little sister, Mom and Dad are so happy to have found you. I wanted to leave before, but Mom and Dad couldn't bear to part with me. Will you accept me as your older sister?" Song Mianmian's eyes reddened, and she looked very pitiful.

"Mianmian, no matter who accepts it or not, you are still Mom's precious daughter." Jiang Yao felt a pang of heartache.

"Don't say any more. Zhihua has been traveling all day and is tired. Let her go back to her room to rest first," Song Henian said.

"Zhang Ma, take Miss upstairs and let her take a bath. Forget about the clothes she brought from home, and find her some old, cozy clothes instead," Jiang Yao instructed.

Gu Zhihua unconsciously clenched her clothes. Was she being rejected by her own mother?

"Your mom didn't mean anything by it. She's just very direct. You can wear the cotton clothes for now and buy new ones tomorrow," Song Henian said, trying to smooth things over after seeing through Gu Zhihua's thoughts.

"Okay." Gu Zhihua thought she must have been overthinking it, so she nodded obediently and followed Zhang Ma upstairs.

A hint of smugness flashed in Song Mianmian's eyes. So what if they were related by blood? After all, she had been by their side for the past twenty years. They had spoiled her since she was a child. She was the true daughter of the Song family.

Aunt Zhang led Gu Zhihua upstairs. Passing a room, Gu Zhihua glanced at it casually. The room was well-lit, uniquely decorated, with a large princess bed, cream-colored furniture, and a genuine leather beige sofa...

When Zhang Ma saw her stop, a pang of heartache appeared in her eyes. She was clearly the biological daughter; the master and mistress were so biased.

"Miss, this is Miss Mianmian's room," Zhang Ma said cautiously.

"Oh." She smiled and continued walking with Aunt Zhang.

Reaching the end of the corridor, Zhang Ma opened the door to the room, and a musty smell hit her nose.

Aunt Zhang felt a little sorry for her and explained, "Miss, you've just returned, and the master and madam haven't had time to renovate a room for you, so you'll have to stay in this room temporarily."

The room was simply and plainly decorated, with little furniture or belongings—just a bed and a wardrobe. It really felt like it had been prepared temporarily.

"Thank you, Aunt Zhang, I can take care of it myself," she said politely.

A hint of heartache flashed in Zhang Ma's eyes as she turned and left.

downstairs.

Song Henian sighed, "She's your daughter too. Give her some time to get to know you. You went a bit too far just now."

"It's been so many years, I had given up searching, why did I find her again? I can't accept it right now. She looks like a country bumpkin. Mianmian is the precious daughter I raised with all my heart." Jiang Yao held Song Mianmian's hand.

"Mom, don't say that. Give my sister some time. I believe she will become excellent too. On the contrary, I feel like I've taken over my sister's life and I'm sorry to her," Song Mianmian said, feigning guilt, her eyes red.

As expected, Jiang Yao felt even more heartbroken when she saw her like this. "Mianmian, don't blame yourself. You are Mommy's precious child."

"Mom, Yan Che was originally my sister's fiancé. Now that she's back, I can give him to her..."

"What nonsense are you talking about? She's not good enough for Fu Yanche. Don't talk nonsense anymore. With her looks, she'd be lucky to find an ordinary guy." Jiang Yao really didn't want to acknowledge this daughter.

Upstairs, Gu Zhihua was unaware of their wickedness and was still looking forward to the happy times she would spend with her parents in the future.

Over the next two months at the Song family's house, no matter how well she did, Jiang Yao couldn't see it.

Song Mianmian kept showing off in front of her how much her parents doted on her, buying her limited-edition jewelry, bags, dresses...

Not only that, Song Mianmian also pretended to be innocent and pitiful in front of her parents, and said that Gu Zhihua was jealous of her, and scolded and pushed her.

Until this day, Song Mianmian fell down the stairs...