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Feiyan refused to listen, her grip on the phone tightening until her knuckles turned white.
In the video, He Zilin’s figure soon appeared. Yun Qingyu ran over and nestled into his arms. He Zilin smiled as he embraced her, and the two retreated into a room.
In an instant, the passion between them ignited, and they soon tumbled onto the bedsheets.
“Brother Zilin, why haven’t you broken up with Feiyan yet? She’s a nobody—if the Yun family hadn’t taken her in out of kindness, she’d be no different from a homeless person on the streets.”
“Today are both of your birthdays. I didn’t want to ruin the mood. After this day, I’ll break up with her. I never liked her anyway—she’s the one who kept clinging to me. Qingyu, you’re the only one I love.”
Bang—
Feiyan felt her heart shatter into pieces.
So, she had been schemed against by the Yun Mother and Daughter, and now her boyfriend had betrayed her. The double blow nearly made her lose her footing.
Why? Why was everyone treating her like this?
Tears fell in heavy drops as Feiyan bit her lip so hard it nearly bled.
Feiyan stood frozen, her fingers clenched white-knuckled around the phone.
On the screen, He Zilin’s figure soon appeared. Yun Qingyu rushed into his embrace, and with a tender smile, he gathered her in his arms before leading her into the room.
What followed was an explosion of passion—limbs entangled, bodies sinking into the sheets.
“Zilin, why haven’t you dumped Feiyan yet?” Yun Qingyu’s voice dripped with disdain. “That nobody—if not for our family’s charity, she’d be no better than some street beggar.”
“Today’s your shared birthday,” He Zilin murmured between kisses. “Didn’t want to spoil the mood. After tonight, I’ll end it. Never wanted her anyway—she’s the one who wouldn’t let go.” His hands wandered possessively. “Qingyu, you’re the only one I—”
CRACK.
The sound of her phone hitting the wall mirrored the fracture in Feiyan’s chest.
So, this is the truth. The Yun women’s scheming. Her lover’s betrayal. The twin blows sent her reeling, her vision swimming.
Why?
Why her?
Saltwater streaked down her face. The coppery tang of blood bloomed on her lips—she’d bitten clean through the skin.
His gaze instinctively flickered to Li Yanci—only to see dark fury swirling in the man’s eyes.
This was trouble. That woman was done for.
“Mr. Li, should I… go retrieve her for you?”
Li Yanci ground his molars, then suddenly smirked—a predator’s grin. “Interesting.”
Damn it all, he loved a woman with fire.
…..
SMACK.
The moment Feiyan stepped into the Yun residence, a stinging slap exploded across her face, leaving angry red fingerprints on her delicate skin.
“Where the hell were you last night?”
Yun Zhentian, the Yun family patriarch, glared at her with barely contained rage.
Cradling her cheek, Feiyan swept an icy gaze over the trio lounging on the sofa—the picture-perfect family.
Her gaze quickly shifted away, her voice dripping with biting sarcasm. “What’s wrong? Did your little scheme fall apart, and now you’re throwing a tantrum?”
Early this morning, the Yun family had received a furious call from Chairman Jiang. He had waited all night, but Feiyan—the “gift” they had promised—never arrived. The prestigious head of Jiang Corporation, duped by a family of mere art tutors? He vowed then and there to cut off all resources to the Yuns.
Suddenly, Yun Zhentian noticed the marks on Feiyan’s neck, and his face twisted in realization. “Who the hell were you with last night?”
“So that’s why Chairman Jiang was left waiting—you were busy spreading your legs for someone else!” His words were venomous. “Shameless little whore!”
Feiyan’s eyes burned red as she met his glare. “You drugged me and handed me over like livestock. Now I’m the one who’s shameless?” Her voice cracked, raw with anguish. “Tell me—who here has no fucking shame?”
Lin Xinrou, the Yun matriarch, chimed in smoothly, “The Yun family raised you from childhood, sheltered you from hardship—while our own daughter suffered for over a decade out there. The least you could do is repay us.”
Feiyan let out a hollow laugh. “Repay you? Fine. Let’s talk about repayment.” Her voice turned lethally quiet. “At twelve, under the pseudonym ‘Wangshu,’ my Along the River During the Qingming Festival replica went viral. At fourteen, my ink-wash masterpiece Orchid’s Noble Spirit made me the youngest-ever winner of the Painting Immortal Award.”
“But the moment Yun Qingyu returned, I handed it all over—even changed my name. The world never knew the Yun family had both a true and a fake heiress. Every honor I earned as a child became hers!”
“And all these years, I’ve been Qingyu’s ghostwriter in the shadows, propping her up as Zhongzhou’s youngest prodigy in traditional ink painting—while the Yun family reaped the benefits.”
He Zilin, who had just arrived at the Yun villa’s entrance, froze at the heated exchange. His brow furrowed in shock. So, the legendary “Wangshu”—the internet-famous “Deity of Brushwork”—wasn’t Yun Qingyu at all? It had been Feiyan all along?
The Yuns… had dared to deceive him?