[Finding excuses to speak with her.]
[Pretending to understand her.]
[Pretending to care about her interests.]
[Pretending to admire her thoughts.]
[Pretending to love her.]
Lin Meiyun slowly turned toward her daughter.
Her voice was calm.
"Lanyin."
Xi Lanyin immediately lowered her head.
That single reaction was enough to confirm everything.
Old Madam Xi nearly laughed from anger.
So there really was a man.
And her granddaughter had hidden him from the family this entire time.
Meanwhile, Su Yueqing remained blissfully unaware of the storm she had unleashed.
[The funniest part is that it actually works.]
[She falls for everything.]
[Every single thing.]
Xi Lanyin’s fingers began trembling.
A terrible feeling slowly formed inside her chest.
Then came another revelation.
[Meanwhile, her family keeps trying to connect her with the Prime Minister’s son.]
[Not knowing that the Prime Minister’s son already likes her.]
The courtyard became completely silent.
Xi Lanyin’s head snapped upward.
Shock filled her eyes.
Impossible.
That had to be impossible.
The Prime Minister’s son had always seemed distant and indifferent whenever she met him. Every conversation between them had been short and awkward.
She had spent years believing that he disliked her.
How could someone like that possibly have feelings for her?
Then Su Yueqing continued.
[Poor girl.]
[She never notices.]
[She thinks he dislikes her.]
[When really he’s just terrible at expressing himself.]
[If awkwardness were a disease, he’d be terminal.]
Even Old Madam Xi looked surprised.
Because the more she thought about it, the more believable it sounded.
Unfortunately, Su Yueqing was not finished.
A trace of pity appeared in her eyes.
The moment everyone noticed that pity, their hearts sank.
Because pity from Su Yueqing never led anywhere good.
[Unfortunately...]
[None of that matters.]
Xi Lanyin’s heart dropped.
Lin Meiyun’s expression turned pale.
Old Madam Xi tightened her grip on her cane.
Then came the devastating truth.
[Because she eventually runs away with Zhao Mingyuan.]
The breakfast courtyard became deathly silent.