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“Feiyan, you betrayed me.” He Zilin gripped Feiyan’s shoulders, his voice seething. “When we were together, you wouldn’t even let me hold your hand—now you slept with some stranger? You even have the nerve to admit it?”
His face twisted in disgust.
Taking one look at He Zilin’s expression—as if he’d just swallowed something vile—Feiyan didn’t even need to guess what he was thinking. She decided to twist the knife deeper.
“Betrayal? Who the hell are you to me? Besides, if you can shamelessly sneak around with Yun Qingyu, why can’t I openly sleep with another man?” Feiyan replied fiercely.
“Have you no shame? How can a girl say something so vulgar?” He Zilin was on the verge of losing his mind.
“What’s wrong with being a girl? If men can do it, why can’t women talk about it?” Feiyan raised her hand and jabbed a finger hard into He Zilin’s chest, shaking her head in mock pity. “You’re just… not up to par. Can’t compare to the man last night.”
She smirked. “I saw the video of you and Yun Qingyu going at it. Tsk! He’s much… bigger than you. A lot bigger.”
As for what exactly was bigger—He Zilin understood immediately.
Feiyan’s eyes narrowed, a cold glint in them. “So, spare me your hypocritical outrage.”
No man could tolerate such a comparison. He Zilin’s face darkened completely.
“Feiyan, you bitch—what the hell are you doing?!”
Yun Qingyu rushed out of the villa and saw the two of them tangled up—that wretched Feiyan even had the audacity to place her hand on Zilin’s chest, seducing him right in front of her.
When Feiyan noticed Yun Qingyu, she let out a cold laugh and said without hesitation, “Yun Qingyu, He Zilin said you’re a talentless hack.” With a smirk, she directed her gaze at Zilin.
He Zilin hadn’t expected Feiyan to expose him like this. A flicker of panic flashed in his eyes—after all, he still needed Yun Qingyu, the Yun family’s True Heiress, and couldn’t afford to ruin their relationship now.
Yun Qingyu’s eyes welled up with hurt. “Zilin… Zilin-brother, is… is what she said true?”
He Zilin immediately released Feiyan and strode over, pulling the teary-eyed Yun Qingyu into his arms. “Of course not! You’re the most talented in my eyes, the only one worthy of the title ‘Divine Painter.’”
Now that Feiyan knew about their relationship, there was no point hiding it. For now, he’d placate Yun Qingyu. Once he secured control of the He family, he could always coax Feiyan—the real genius—back later.
Hearing this, Yun Qingyu relaxed slightly. Good… Zilin-brother still doesn’t know I’m a fake ‘Divine Painter.’
Watching the two clings to each other, Feiyan felt nothing but disgust. “He Zilin, you make me sick. If anyone’s breaking up, it’s me saying it.”
She threw her head back and laughed. “He Zilin, I’m dumping you! May you and Yun Qingyu—the scumbag and the bitch—stay locked together for eternity!”
Yun Qingyu shrieked in fury, “Feiyan, you rabid dog—who the hell are you barking at?!”
Feiyan’s voice dripped with sarcasm. “He Zilin abandoned me because I was the Yun family’s Fake Heiress, and now he’s clinging to you, the True Heiress. Yun Qingyu, do you really think he won’t dump you too if someone better comes along?”
He Zilin’s face darkened in fury. “Feiyan, don’t go too far.”
“Too far?” Feiyan blinked innocently. “Fine, I’ll stop. Goodbye—looking at the two of you makes me sick.”
The moment she turned away, the strong front Feiyan had been holding up finally cracked. Tears spilled over despite her efforts to hold them back.
She had been cherished by the Yun family, then betrayed by them. She had been loved by He Zilin, then disgusted by him. But now… it was all settled.
She should feel free, shouldn’t she? So why did her chest still ache so much?
The late summer wind blew past, carrying a faint chill. Feiyan hugged herself tightly and let out a bitter laugh. “Feiyan… from now on, you’re truly alone. You have no family left.”
At the top floor of the Yun family villa, Yun Zhentian watched the scene unfold from afar—He Zilin and Feiyan’s confrontation, the tangled emotions between them. His gaze darkened with an unreadable storm.
I am doing what must be done.
Feiyan wandered aimlessly through the streets, unsure of where to go. Ever since the Yun family had taken Yun Qingyu back, they had stopped giving her even a single cent of allowance—even the savings she had managed to stash away had been confiscated.
For years, she had been locked away in the attic of the Yun family villa, only allowed out in secret when Yun Qingyu needed her to ghostwrite paintings for competitions or hunt for inspiration. Those brief moments of fresh air were her only reprieve.
She had no friends, no money, and after being tormented by that man all night, she was now exhausted, starving, and parched. She didn’t even know where she would sleep tonight.
But that wasn’t even her most pressing issue. The biggest problem was that she had no identification documents. Yun Qingyu returned to the Yun family at the age of twelve, they were still children, and Feiyan had never been registered for an ID.
By the time she turned fourteen, the legal age for identification, the Yun family had deliberately withheld her documents to keep her under their control. Like a rat hiding in the shadows, she existed without recognition from the world.
Just as Feiyan was lost in thought, wondering what to do next, a van screeched to a halt beside her. Before she could react, the men inside lunged out, pressing a damp cloth over her mouth and nose, and dragged her into the vehicle.
“Mmph—! Who are you?! Let me go—!” She struggled, but the anesthetic seeped into her lungs. Within moments, her vision blurred, and darkness swallowed her whole.