Bian Yue frowned, her almond-shaped eyes revealing ferocity as she threatened in a low voice, "Just go burn charcoal and off yourself, wretched one! If you don't speak up, I'll start cursing you with white eyes right this moment!"
Xie Zhang was overjoyed.
This was so Bian Yue!
"Fine, fine, fine! Isn't it enough that I'll tell you? When you and Shen Jinci tie the knot, don't forget to thank me, your matchmaker!"
After his teasing, Xie Zhang finally became serious and started to recount the past.
That was two years ago, when the entertainment news weekly's front page headline blared in bold: At the height of her popularity, the beloved ingenue An Jiayi leapt from the 20th floor, ending her life in a tragic death.
In the Xie Family's grand hall, Bian Yue threw the newspaper in Xie Zhang's face as if it were a slap.
The little princess in Xiangjiang had always been spoiled with no one to check her, backed by the Li Family, holding onto the inheritance—who could do anything to her?
