"Yajun, how was the show? Wasn't it pretty?"

"We've been seeing reports about the Mira Fashion Week these days, and the designs are so amazing! The models are all international supermodels! There are also many royal nobles participating!"

"We've all seen your posts on WeChat Moments. Let me say, your show is pretty, but you're even prettier! Even compared to those models, you're not much different!"

"What are you talking about? She's obviously prettier than those models!"

"Yes, yes, it's better looking than the model!"

Wen Yajun threw her luggage to these lackeys and raised her chin proudly.

"Come on, that's Mira Fashion Week! There's nothing like it in China! I say, foreign countries are still better! Whether it's shows or designers, they are many times better than in China!"

After hearing her words, those lackeys flattered her even more.

"Yajun, we are so jealous of you! We all want to go to fashion shows, but we don't have the qualifications...unlike you, who have been there many times!"

"By the way, Yajun, how about your show in the next few days? Why do I only see your Moments from the first few days, but not the ones from the last few days?"

After hearing this, Wen Yajun's expression stiffened slightly.

In fact, after being kicked out by Princess Euphemia, she wanted to enter the show the next day, but was stopped by the production staff and was not allowed to enter.

She didn't enter for the next few days.

She was so angry!

Long before she left, she had already been announcing in her circle of friends that she was going to the Fashion Week. It would be too embarrassing to be kicked out, and she didn't want to be discovered!

Therefore, she stayed in the hotel for several days without even going out. She only bought a flight back home after the fashion week was over.

No one else knows...

Wen Yajun was just about to find an excuse to get away with it when a familiar voice suddenly came from the side: "Yes, Wen Yajun, you don't post on WeChat Moments, don't you want to post?"

Hearing the voice, Wen Yajun froze.

Without waiting for her to turn around, Yan Zhiyu walked around in front of her, looked at those lackeys, and said with a smile: "She probably doesn't want to answer this question, so let me answer it for her - because she was kicked out in the next few days! So it's not that she doesn't want to post, but she can't post it!"

Wen Yajun angrily said: "What nonsense are you talking about? I didn't--"

Yan Zhiyu still smiled.

"Then why did you take photos and post them on your Moments like crazy the first two days, but nothing happened from the third day on? Don't you think it's weird? This is totally out of character for Wen Yajun, isn't it?"

She had only met Wen Yajun once—

In her impression.

So, she didn't understand Wen Yajun.

But from the few words she had just heard and their previous contacts, she could roughly judge what kind of person she was.

And she guessed right.

Those lackeys looked at each other and started talking in low voices.

"It's true. Yajun didn't post anything in the next few days..."

"In fact, I found that in the news reports about the fashion week these days, I saw Yan Zhiyu, but not Yayun! What do you think Yan Zhiyu said is true..."

"Stop talking, look at Yajun!"

The lackeys exchanged glances with each other.

At this moment, Wen Yajun's face turned pale.

She stepped forward to Yan Zhiyu and sneered.

"Yan Zhiyu, why do you still care about other people's business? If I were you, I would have a sense of crisis now! You are not the biological daughter of the Yan family. After Yan Fangwei comes back, is there still a place for you in this family?"

"Even if you seem to be in harmony now, when you inherit the family property in the future, you will be a complete outsider!"

After returning home, she heard about the true and false daughter story.

Now people on the Internet are saying that Yan Zhiyu and Yan Fangwei have a good relationship. But she doesn't believe it at all. After all, they are a wealthy family, involving huge interests. How many brothers and sisters are really friendly?

Forget about the brothers. Yan Zhiyu and Yan Fangwei are both daughters of a rich family and have no blood relationship. After the real daughter returns, Yan Zhiyu, as a fake daughter, must have felt a psychological gap...

What sisterhood? It's all fake!

Originally, she hadn't thought about dealing with Yan Zhiyu, but since Yan Zhiyu took the initiative to cause trouble, she might as well sow discord and use Yan Zhiyu to deal with Yan Fangwei!

"Oh, I forgot to tell you that the leader of the Lai family, Lai Zhan, likes Yan Fangwei! When the time comes, with the support of the Lai family, you will have even less status in the Yan family!"

Seeing that Yan Zhiyu's expression finally changed, Wen Yajun curled her lips.

really!

She knew that her judgment was correct!

Yan Zhiyu must be wary of Yan Fangwei now!

By then, she wouldn't even have to do anything. Yan Zhiyu would take the initiative to separate Yan Fangwei and Li Zhan for her own benefit! Then she would take advantage of the situation and swoop in!

The only one is her!

In the entire circle of the imperial capital's wealthy families, only she is worthy of being promoted!

Even after Wen Yajun's figure had gone far away, Yan Zhiyu was still immersed in the shock of the news, with her pupils trembling.

Did she hear it right?

躺湛...likes her sister?