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Ye Wenyu nodded and led Lin Tingyue to visit the walk-in closet, which was as large as an ordinary person's living room. Lin Tingyue slowly looked around the closet, outwardly calm but inwardly turbulent. She had almost forgotten the purpose of her visit; her entire being was consumed by jealousy. She reached out and touched the luxury brands—many of the latest clothes, dresses, shoes, bags, and hats, all of which she desperately wanted but couldn't bring herself to buy. Here, however, they were all neatly arranged in the closet, waiting for their mistress's favor.

It's all top-tier luxury brands, with clothes costing tens of thousands and bags costing tens of thousands. There aren't any affordable luxury brands, because they're not good enough.

Lin Tingyue felt that when she looked at these luxury goods, her big eyes, which were originally black, had now turned green with jealousy. Her body was trembling slightly with anger and grievance, like a leaf in a storm. Her hands hung at her sides, clenched into fists. At this moment, she didn't need to look in a mirror to know that her face was distorted and her complexion was ashen. So she stood with her back to Ye Wenyu.

Last time she came for an interview, she wore a white, fitted Chanel dress, which already made her jealous. She thought she only had one of those clothes. But today, when she went to her house, she discovered that she had a whole walk-in closet full of the latest luxury brand clothes and bags. And this walk-in closet was as big as someone else's living room!

Ye Wenyu was unaware of Lin Tingyue's inner thoughts. She knew that girls, especially pretty girls, liked clothes, bags, and hats. Lin Tingyue probably wanted to slowly admire her walk-in closet. Besides, Lin Tingyue had come to visit her earlier, getting soaked in the rain. As the mistress of the house, Ye Wenyu should make her some brown sugar ginger tea to ward off the cold. If Lin Tingyue came to visit and then fell ill, then Ye Wenyu would be in a terrible position.

Therefore, seeing Lin Tingyue standing silently in her dressing room with her back to her, her eyes seemingly staring thoughtfully at a Chanel dress, Ye Wenyu smiled and said, "Tingyue, take your time looking at it. I'll go to the kitchen and make you some brown sugar ginger tea."

Lin Tingyue hoped Ye Wenyu would leave so she wouldn't have to suppress her anger and pain so hard. Therefore, she nodded and said restrainedly, "Okay, thank you."

Ye Wenyu then went to the kitchen to get busy.

Once she was certain that Ye Wenyu was no longer in the dressing room, Lin Tingyue suddenly grabbed the latest Chanel dress and hugged it tightly to her chest. She let out a suppressed growl, her face contorted and her complexion ashen. Afraid that Ye Wenyu would hear her, she hurriedly stuffed a corner of the dress into her mouth. When Ye Wenyu's footsteps sounded, Lin Tingyue immediately put the dress back in its place and pretended to admire it leisurely.

Ye Wenyu called to her from the living room, "Tingyue, the ginger tea is ready. Drink it while it's hot."

Lin Tingyue finally composed herself, walked out of the dressing room and into the living room. She looked at Ye Wenyu and said to her as calmly and restrainedly as possible, "My brother spoils you like a princess."

She thought back to herself. Every time she went to see Lin Tingfeng, he always had a stern face and ignored her. Nine out of ten times she went to see him, he didn't smile. For ten years, he had been as cold to her as a refrigerator.

Ye Wenyu blushed, her heart filled with sweetness, as if she had eaten honey. She was speechless for a moment and could only smile slightly.

Lin Tingyue took the brown sugar ginger tea and gulped it down. Ye Wenyu looked at her in shock. After she finished drinking, she gently asked her, "Isn't it too hot to drink like this?"

Lin Tingyue belatedly realized that her throat was burning and sore. She kept fanning herself with her small hands, sticking out her tongue, jumping up and down, and clutching her throat, saying urgently, "Hot, hot and spicy, water, water, I want to drink cold water."

Ye Wenyu was amused by her childlike expression and actions, and laughed so hard she bent over. She advised her, "It will be fine in a moment. You can't drink cold water right now."

Lin Tingyue gave up, sighed, sat down on the sofa in the living room, hugged a cushion tightly to her chest, and stared blankly at the ceiling.

What she had longed for all these years, she had schemed and plotted, but all her efforts had come to naught. The difficulty of her pursuit was like trying to pluck stars from the sky. But this woman did nothing, yet easily obtained everything she wanted.

How unfair this world is!

Who is the rich heiress and who is the girl from the slums?

Lin Tingyue grew angrier and more aggrieved the more she thought about it. She thought painfully, was it a mistake to introduce Ye Wenyu to her elder brother back then? A huge mistake! This woman would bring utter destruction to the Lin family sooner or later!

Lin Tingyue didn't speak, so Ye Wenyu didn't ask any further questions. She was going to let her be, lost in thought on the sofa. Ye Wenyu picked up a book to read. The wind and rain outside seemed to intensify; for a moment, the only sound in the room was the soft patter of the rain.

The outside was unusually noisy due to the wind and rain, but the room was unusually quiet.

After an unknown amount of time, Lin Tingyue suddenly said, "This house, was it also bought for you by my older brother?" She was desperately suppressing her raging jealousy, but her voice was still trembling slightly.

Sensing the unusual tone of her voice, Ye Wenyu looked up at Lin Tingyue with a puzzled expression. Lin Tingyue's small face was as pale as a tree root dug out by an excavator, and her large eyes were filled with shock and fear as she looked at her.

Ye Wenyu didn't know how to answer. Should she tell the truth? But lying would be bad, so she could only remain silent.

Seeing Ye Wenyu remain silent, Lin Tingyue felt a surge of jealousy. She said painfully, "As expected, this house was bought for you by my older brother!"

I am extremely worried.

Ye Wenyu looked at Lin Tingyue, not understanding why she was in so much pain. She was a rich young lady who had everything from birth. She had only become Lin Tingfeng's mistress and received such a small house. Logically speaking, she had no reason to be in pain.

Therefore, Ye Wenyu reminded Lin Tingyue, "Your Lin family must have many houses all over the world. My little house is nothing at all."

These words, once spoken, made Lin Tingyue feel as if she had been bitten by a scorpion. She abruptly raised her head and said in a sarcastic tone, "Nothing much? Miss Ye, this small house is about 200 square meters, and its market value is 50 million in a first-tier city!"

Ye Wenyu blushed.

Lin Tingyue looked at the house with resentment and said coldly to Ye Wenyu, "Fifty million, humph! Many people can't earn that much money even if they live for several lifetimes. You actually say it's nothing? My brother spoils you like a princess. Do you really think you're a princess? I think you've forgotten the past!"

"Hmph," she thought coldly, forgetting the days when she wore cheap clothes from street stalls and flew economy class abroad.

That's incredibly rude!