"Who told you that I tricked him into marrying me?"

"Is there even a question? Anyone with eyes can see that Mr. Zhan is rich and handsome. Even though he's in a wheelchair, it doesn't diminish his charm at all." The maid's eyes sparkled with admiration as she spoke of Zhan Jingting. "And look at you! What makes you worthy of Mr. Zhan? The Zhan family has already come out to kick you out, yet you shamelessly linger here. You're utterly shameless..."

Qiao Wanwan smiled calmly and took out a bag of bread from the refrigerator. "Comparison is really infuriating. I'm ugly and lame, yet I became Mrs. Zhan, while you are healthy and have good features, but you can only work here to earn a little money."

The maid nearly died of anger. "Don't be so smug! Can't you see the master isn't coming back? When he does, he'll definitely divorce you!"

Qiao Wanwan munched on her bread, "I originally wanted to wish you that your dreams would come true soon, but then I thought, a crow is still a crow even if it flies to the top of a branch, not to mention that Zhan Jingting doesn't even look at you."

"You..." The maid was furious, "You just wait, I'll watch you get kicked out by the master! Then we'll see how smug you are!"

Qiao Wanwan looked away, took the bread, and went upstairs.

For the next few days, the chef didn't come to work, and the maids didn't even prepare a cup of hot water for Qiao Wanwan.

Qiao Wanwan didn't argue with them, but she wasn't in the mood to cook and ordered takeout every day.

Zhan Jingting has been away from home for five days without even a phone call or text message.

But it's better this way. Qiao Wanwan's mind is still in turmoil, and even if he calls, she won't answer.

Or perhaps, as the maid said, he was already preparing to divorce her.

The weather has been terrible these past few days; it's been raining non-stop, sometimes heavy and sometimes light, which is making everyone feel irritable.

Qiao Wanwan forced herself not to think about those messy things and prepared to change her clothes and go downstairs. Just as she reached the door of the dressing room, she heard the voices of several maids inside.

"Wow, this dress is so pretty! I look absolutely stunning in it!"

"You're too fat, your skirt is about to burst. I have to say, that cripple has a really good figure, like a clothes hanger, but she seems to have never worn these clothes before, she always wears her own old clothes."

"She looks like that, no matter how nicely she dresses, it's useless. I might as well wear it."

"Just wear it for a bit and then take it off; after all, it's her stuff."

"With so many new clothes, she won't notice if I just take one or two. You can pick a couple of outfits too. If I become the new wife one day, I will definitely not treat you badly."

Qiao Wanwan went to wait at the corner and soon saw them each take a few pieces of clothing and sneak downstairs.

Qiao Wanwan then went into the dressing room to get clothes from her suitcase, and suddenly realized something was wrong.

Her face paled, and she immediately went downstairs. Looking at the maids sitting on the living room sofa eating fruit, she demanded, "Who touched my suitcase?"

The infatuated maid scoffed, "Who would touch your suitcase for no reason?"

“Someone touched my suitcase. Everything else is fine, but there’s a patchwork rug inside. Hand it over.”

"What 'hundred-family carpet'? We've never even seen one before. Don't try to scam us!"

Qiao Wanwan said, word by word, "That blanket isn't worth much. I'll say it one last time: hand it over."

"You said it yourself, it's worthless. What good things haven't we seen? Why would we take your blanket?"

Qiao Wanwan lost her patience, stepped forward and grabbed her collar, "Don't make me repeat myself, hand it over!"

The other maids immediately stood up and stepped forward to push her, saying, "How could you hit her? You have no manners!"

Qiao Wanwan sneered, "I'll give you one last chance. Hand over my blanket, or I'll call the police and say I've lost something. Are you sure you've got clean hands and can evade a police search?"

The maids panicked and looked at each other, at a loss for what to do.

The infatuated maid, with her neck stiffened, said, "Oh, you mean that ugly blanket? I threw it away!"

Qiao Wanwan's pupils suddenly contracted. "Where did you throw it?!"

"It was sent to the garbage station along with the morning's trash."

Qiao Wanwan immediately rushed out of the villa.

"Did she go looking for it? That blanket seems really important to her. Are we going to cause trouble?"

The infatuated maid scoffed, "It's just a tattered blanket, I can just throw it away. I'm going to teach her a lesson! Let's see how she tries to stay here!"

Qiao Wanwan found the nearest garbage station to the villa.

There were several trash cans here, but she didn't care about the dirt and rummaged through them in the rain.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier. Qiao Wanwan wiped the rain off her face with her arm, enduring the dirt and stench, and searched bucket after bucket.

The black Bentley slowly drove into the villa area. Jiang Dong, sitting in the passenger seat, glanced out and was immediately stunned. "Master Zhan, that looks like... Madam!"