"And..." She paused, her voice softening. "She’s my sister."
She’d been holding those words in for so long. Now that she’d finally said them, it felt like a weight had been lifted from her chest.
More importantly, now that she had a formidable sister like Shanshan, she could stand tall with pride.
It was a kind of confidence she had never felt before. She used to instinctively hide from trouble, but now she dared to face it head-on.
After moving, the two of them didn’t stay idle. They continued to torment Cao Daqiang’s mistress every day, throwing her life into chaos.
They didn’t resort to violence or dirty tricks, just used various methods to make the woman late for work, cause errors in her documents, and surround her with negative buzz, making her life a complete mess.
Cao Daqiang was at his wit’s end, running around in circles, but he couldn’t catch a single glimpse of who was responsible.
He had checked surveillance footage, reported it to the police, and even suspected a private detective was behind it all, but he could never find any evidence pointing to a specific person.
But even so, it didn’t interfere with the major event of his marriage to Yuan Zhihe.
He publicly declared it a new Chapter in his life, insisting the wedding had to be grand so as not to shortchange his future wife.
The man was a real master of manipulation, placating his new love while dealing with old scores. He could juggle several relationships without ever capsizing.
He told his mistress he was being forced into it, told his family it was a marriage for business, and told his friends it was true love. He sounded sincere and heartfelt to each of them.
The wedding proceeded as planned, a grand and spectacular affair of intimidating extravagance.
A red carpet was rolled out at the hotel entrance, flanked by countless flowers. Rows of luxury cars were parked outside, and guests arrived in their finest attire.
They even hired reporters to take photos, planning for the next day’s newspaper headlines to be filled with news of their joyous union.
The press release was already written, with a headline that read, "New Business Magnate Weds Talented Beauty." The content was filled with the most lavish praise.
With the wedding date approaching, Yuan Zhihe finally had the nerve to show her face at school again.
She had previously taken a three-month leave of absence due to her pregnancy and disappeared without a trace, but now she was back, strolling around as if nothing had happened.
Her coat was a deliberately chosen cocoon cut, and the hem of her dress hung extremely low.
Clutching a stack of invitations, she handed them out to everyone she met along the way.
When she saw Shanshan inside, head down and writing, Yuan Zhihe’s lips twisted into a cold smirk.
"Well, well, if it isn’t Ling Xueshan? Working so hard? I’m getting married tomorrow! We’re classmates, after all. Aren’t you going to come celebrate with me?"
"I’m not going."
Shanshan didn’t even lift her eyes, her reply crisp and final.
Unexpectedly, Yuan Zhihe didn’t get angry. Instead, she laughed out loud.
"Oh, look at my memory. I almost forgot. You’re not even related to the Ling family by blood; you’re just an adopted daughter they took in. Our wedding invitation was sent to the Ling family, but we can’t be expected to invite you along too, can we?"
Shanshan frowned, glancing up at her. Her tone was light. "My dad won’t be going either."
"Hah, you really think you can influence Ling Anxun’s decisions? In the end, you’re just a little adopted girl they keep around for amusement. What, you really think of yourself as the proper young lady of the Ling family?"
The moment Yuan Zhihe finished speaking, she saw Shanshan suddenly stand up.
Immediately after, Shanshan rushed straight into the arms of a tall man.
"Our Shanshan is the apple of our eye. When it comes to family matters, big or small, what she says goes."
Ling Anxun’s voice was deep, his gaze sweeping over Yuan Zhihe’s face like shards of ice.
A chill ran down her spine instantly. Her hands and feet went cold, and she didn’t dare lift her head.
"Don’t bother sending any more invitations. Our whole family has no interest in attending."
Faced with his overwhelming presence, Yuan Zhihe didn’t dare say a word and simply turned and left.
Only after the woman was far away did Shanshan slowly sit back down.
"By the way, Dad, wasn’t Yuan Zhihe’s father in the same department as you before? Since they sent an invitation, if you don’t go, won’t it seem like you’re disrespecting them?"
Ling Anxun didn’t answer right away.

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