Yan Yaoyao's expression changed drastically, and she wished she could cover Yan Qiao's mouth.

She certainly can't say anything nice right now.

Yan Qiao gestured towards the wall where the orchid painting had been hanging, "The orchid painting that Mr. Yan hung up before was quite beautiful."

Chen Lan looked back and realized that the Orchid Painting was gone.

Where are the paintings here?

Yan Yaoyao bit her lip and glared at Yan Qiao with resentment.

"That picture wasn't very good, so I put it away."

Yan Qiao glanced at her with slight dissatisfaction, "Why do you still speak so euphemistically? Why don't you just say it directly? The Orchid Painting is a love letter from another woman to your father. The lipstick mark is still there. It's true love that Mr. Yan has kept it hanging for so many years."

Yan Yaohui's heart skipped a beat, and his face showed great alarm.

He probably didn't even realize it himself.

Chen Lan's gaze was like a knife, scraping across his face.

"Yan Yaohui!" she glared at him through gritted teeth.

If it weren't for the cameras rolling, she wouldn't have tolerated such humiliation.

She doesn't care how much he spends outside.

You can't bring things from outside into the house; that's a provocation!

Yan Yaohui quickly grasped her hand, wanting to explain something, but couldn't find the words.

So many years have passed, he has completely forgotten which woman gave it to him.

Yan Qiao scoffed, "Mr. Yan, it's better for me to go out with one man than for you to bring so many women home, don't you think?"

Chen Lan and Yan Yaohui, are they even showing off their affection?

Do those two never look in the mirror and have no idea what's inside them?

Jin Lu looked numb, trying her best to minimize her presence.

Why did you provoke her?

[I acknowledge Qiaoqiao's fighting prowess.]

[Today, Niohuru is quietly making a move!]

[Chen Lan's face is blacker than the bottom of a pot, hahaha!]

Yan Yaoyao felt extremely humiliated and ashamed.

So he said, "How about I take you upstairs to have a look?"

Give Chen Lan and Yan Yaohui some space to talk.

Yan Qiao smiled and said, "Okay."

The brighter her smile, the more suffocated Yan Yaoyao felt.

As they climbed the stairs, Yan Yaoyao chatted with Yan Qiao: "Yan Qiao, Shen Zhou and I have set our wedding date for mid-May. You absolutely must come and attend."

Yan Qiao said casually, "We'll talk about it later."

I may not have time.

Yan Yaoyao feigned sadness, "Why? Don't you want to come? Are you still holding a grudge against me for stealing your fiancé?"

Yan Qiao covered her mouth and smiled, "How could that be? Trash should stay in the trash can. The fact that you and he were separated only shows that the garbage sorting is done very well. I'm quite pleased."

Yan Yaoyao bit her lip in embarrassment, "How could you say that about us?"

Yan Qiao kindly comforted her, saying, "Don't mind me, I'm just being honest. In my eyes, Shen Yuejin and Xi Wen are trash, no better than you. All four of you are worthy of each other."

"you!"

"Don't let it slip, the camera's watching!"

Yan Yaoyao tried her best to calm herself down, her face contorted with anger, and led them upstairs.

“This room originally belonged to you, but later Mom thought my room was too small, so she turned it into a walk-in closet for me.”

Yan Qiao nodded, agreeing with her words: "It is indeed small, not even as big as the side room in my courtyard house."

Yan Yaoyao: "..." This is simply impossible to talk to.

Then, suppressing her anger, she led them into the dressing room.

Stopping in the jewelry section, she boasted, "This is a set of jewelry that my mom just had custom-made for me. It cost several million. I can't wear it often; I feel it's such a waste."

Yan Qiao suddenly reached out and waved her hand in front of her. "Oh my, how did you know this set of jewelry cost eight figures? It's a custom piece from UJ. Look at this sapphire, isn't it beautiful?"

Yan Yaoyao looked pale and sickly. How come she hadn't noticed before that Yan Qiao was wearing such beautiful jewelry?

Compared to Yan Qiao, her diamond jewelry looked dull and lackluster.

The diamond is too small, the color is not good enough, the cut is not perfect, and the design is not very attractive.

Yan Yaoyao's face darkened; Yan Shu was so biased!

After that, no matter what she said, Yan Qiao wanted nothing more than to shove the sapphire bracelet in her hand at her, silencing all the boastful words that were about to come out of her mouth.

Jin Lu was struggling to hold back her laughter. Why did you provoke her?

As she walked out of the dressing room, Yan Yaoyao said, "Yan Qiao, I almost forgot, Mom threw away all the things you left at home before. You don't mind, do you?"

Yan Qiao: "Of course I don't mind. I don't like putting my things in a house smaller than 900 square meters."

She raised an eyebrow at Yan Yaoyao, as if asking if there was anything else she wanted to show off.

Yan Yaoyao was so rebuffed that she almost became withdrawn, and finally chose to shut up, having nothing more to say.

Passing by Yuan Mengchun's house, Yan Qiao asked, "Where's the old lady?"

Yan Yaoyao said, "In the sanatorium."

"She had a stroke, and instead of staying by her side to take good care of her, you sent her to a nursing home?"

Yan Qiao's expression turned cold. These people in the Yan family were all the same—selfish and self-serving.

Yan Yaoyao explained coldly, "Grandma can receive better care at the nursing home."

Yan snorted and ignored her.

I was originally going to ask Yuan Mengchun about the suicide note.

When they got downstairs, Chen Lan was already busy in the kitchen, saying she was going to personally make a soup for Yan Yaohui and Yan Yaoyao.

Yan Yaoyao feigned helplessness: "That's just how my mom is. She always likes to do these things. Actually, we have a housekeeper at home, so there's no need for her to do them herself."

Yan Qiao ignored her, but Jin Lu was very supportive, chatting with her casually.

One was willing to flatter, and the other was willing to listen; the two got along quite well.

Yan Qiao looked at Pei Jingzhan, "Shall we leave?"

Pei Jingzhan touched his mask, his narrow eyes casually sweeping over Yan Yaoyao.

No rush.

Yan Yaohui suddenly felt that the voice sounded familiar and couldn't help but look up at him.

Pei Jingzhan had a strong presence, and although he sat in a relaxed and casual posture, he had Yan Qiao under his protection.

Yan Yaohui may not be a good person, but he is capable of supporting the Yan family, so he cannot be considered an incompetent person.

Having worked in the business world for so many years, I've developed a keen eye for things.

As he was observing him, Pei Jingzhan suddenly lifted his eyelids, his sharp eyes meeting his, a warning lurking within.

Yan Yaohui's heart tightened, and he struggled to look away, wondering which person in Yancheng could frighten him so much.

As lunchtime approached, Chen Lan walked out with a smile.

"Let's eat. Don't wait any longer, take your seats."

Yan Yaohui was preoccupied with something, and his face was tense.

After they sat down, Chen Lan personally brought the soup over.

"This is for you. Your back is bad, drinking more of this will be good for you."

Yan Qiao chuckled. "There's a reason why your back is bad. Drinking soup won't help. You need to rest more and move less."

She always manages to say surprising things, shattering the warm atmosphere that Yan Yaoyao's family has worked so hard to build.

Chen Lan was so angry she wanted to kill her.