Chapter 101: Hostility

Two rows of servants in matching uniforms stood in an orderly line at the entrance.

Nan Zhi took the last position. Beside her stood a girl about her age, who lowered her voice and said, “Miss Ye is the old lady’s chosen granddaughter-in-law, the daughter of the Ye family, the wealthiest family in Ning City. After studying abroad, she came back to help her father manage the Ye Group. She’s a famous career woman in the business world—”

Nan Zhi nodded to show that she understood.

That bastard already had a fiancée, and yet that night he had still gone out of his way to humiliate and torment her. He was truly shameless and deranged.

Tap, tap, tap. The crisp sound of high heels striking the floor rang out.

A slender figure entered Nan Zhi’s view. The woman wore a tailored suit: a fitted white blazer and a matching slim skirt that hugged her hips. Her long, straight black hair fell along both sides of her face, adding a cool, distant air to her beauty.

Before leaving the country, Nan Zhi had already heard of this Miss Ye. Born into privilege and blessed with exceptional looks, she was the goddess in the hearts of many promising young men in Ning City.

Yet this proud beauty was said to be notoriously difficult to pursue.

Nan Zhi had never imagined that the type Miss Ye liked would be a self-important man with a flawed personality like Mu Sihan.

Lost in her own thoughts, Nan Zhi failed to notice that every servant had bowed the moment Ye Qianqian entered, and only she remained standing straight.

She was wearing the white blouse and knee-length skirt Yi Fan had given her. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail, her face bare of makeup. Fair-skinned and delicately beautiful, she carried a quiet yet striking grace that made her look nothing like a maid; rather, she looked more like the mistress of the house.

Nan Zhi did not notice the slight change in Ye Qianqian’s expression after she saw her.

“Are you the new maid?” Ye Qianqian stopped in front of Nan Zhi, pushed the sunglasses on the bridge of her nose up to the top of her head, and studied her with a cool expression.

Thinking of the contract she had signed, Nan Zhi gave a small nod. “Yes.”

“Take my luggage upstairs for me.”

Nan Zhi did not argue. If Ye Qianqian really was going to be the mistress of this place in the future, it was best not to clash with her.

Besides, the contract had clearly stated that she only had to obey Mu Sihan’s orders.

Nan Zhi picked up Ye Qianqian’s suitcase and followed her to the second floor.

When they reached the master bedroom, Ye Qianqian was about to go in when Aunt Yu stammered, “M-Miss Ye, the young master doesn’t like other people entering his bedroom...”

Ye Qianqian cut her off impatiently, a flash of coldness in her eyes. “Am I an outsider? I’ll be the mistress of this house very soon.”

“...Yes.” Aunt Yu opened the master bedroom door for her.

Nan Zhi carried the luggage inside, and Ye Qianqian instructed her again, “Hang the clothes in the suitcase in the wardrobe.”

As Nan Zhi opened the suitcase and hung up the clothes for Ye Qianqian, she found a box of condoms inside. Thinking of how that man had called her wanton and humiliated her so recklessly, her stomach churned with discomfort.

She had thought he was above such things. She had not expected him to be no different from those playboys.

Still, perhaps this was for the best. Now that he had Ye Qianqian, he would no longer shamelessly take liberties with her.

While Nan Zhi sorted the clothes, Ye Qianqian studied her carefully. Seeing that Nan Zhi showed no unusual reaction upon discovering the box of condoms, the tension in her heart eased a little.

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By the time Mu Sihan finished work, evening had already fallen.

Lan Yanzhi came over and invited him to a club for drinks that night, but Mu Sihan refused outright.

Compared with drinking at a gathering, he was more interested in returning to the estate.

Only after he finished a call from the old lady did his expression darken.