Xu Residence
The sound of porcelain shattering ripped through the corridor.
Xu Yuelan stood in the middle of her lavish room, chest heaving, eyes rimmed red. Her clutch lay abandoned on the bed, while shards of a flower vase scattered on the carpet like broken stars. She grabbed a fistful of her hair and screamed again—raw, guttural, furious.
Outside the door, passing maids froze. None dared to look up. They all knew that when the young lady was like this, silence was survival. What they didn't know was who was bold enough to annoy her.
Xu Yuelan didn't care what they thought. Her mind replayed that smug voice over and over—
>"I heard from a little birdie that you are getting married."
Just that one sentence from Yue Ning had crawled under her skin like poison.
Panting, she sank onto the edge of the bed, rubbing her temples. The silence that followed was sharp and heavy until the phone on her vanity began to ring.
