This wasn't the first time Jiang Jinyi had spoken to Jiang Youwan in such a humiliating tone. To be precise, she had bu.llied Jiang Youwan frequently, and had been doing so since five years ago.

Jiang Ningshu only had one daughter, and the two were practically inseparable. As a delicate and noble SS-class Omega, Jiang Jinyi had been spoiled by her mother from a young age, resulting in a rather temperamental and entitled personality. Yet, she truly lived the life of a princess. Four years ago, the world revolved around her, and she acted capriciously, doing whatever she pleased.

Five years ago, Luocheng, July.

"Miss, you're back. Wash your hands and come eat."

"Secretary Song, why didn't you go with Mom this time? You usually follow her everywhere." Jiang Jinyi asked casually, swallowing her food.

Song Lian, who was peeling shrimp, dipped a peeled shrimp in sauce and fed it to Jiang Jinyi's mouth before answering, "Chairwoman Jiang's trip isn't a regular business trip, so she doesn't need me."

A business trip without a secretary? Jiang Jinyi frowned, ate the shrimp, and asked, "Not work? Then what's she doing out there? And for so long?" Her voice trailed off, tinged with a hint of complaint.

A rare smile softened Song Lian's usually stern face. "Is Miss angry because Chairwoman Jiang couldn't personally pick her up?"

Jiang Jinyi pouted. "I'm not angry."

Not angry? Song Lian thought, seeing the pout plastered across her young mistress's face. As if I don't know her stubborn nature.

With a soft sigh, Song Lian began peeling another shrimp. After a moment's hesitation, she coaxed, "Don't be upset, Miss. Chairwoman Jiang actually brought you a gift on this trip."

"Really?" Jiang Jinyi's eyes widened with sudden anticipation.

Song Lian fed her the shrimp, coaxing, "Chairwoman Jiang spoils you so much. You can definitely look forward to it."

Jiang Jinyi bit off the shrimp, blinked, and her eyes sparkled.

By the time Jiang Jinyi finished eating, it was already eight o'clock. A torrential downpour had begun outside, and the servants were busy closing windows.

As Song Lian prepared to leave with an umbrella, Jiang Jinyi grew concerned. "Secretary Song, it's pouring. Why don't you stay? You have a room here, right? It's been a while since you used it. I wonder if Auntie has cleaned it."

For a fleeting moment, Song Lian's expression stiffened almost imperceptibly. She shook her head, politely declining. "Thank you for your concern, Miss, but I have urgent matters to attend to back home."

"Oh, you have things to do." Jiang Jinyi didn't press further, letting her go.

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In Jiang Jinyi's memory, this seemed to be the longest her mother had ever been abroad. Counting the days, it had been nearly a month before she finally announced her return.

That morning, before her alarm could even ring, Jiang Jinyi was jolted awake by a commotion.

So noisy...

She irritably rolled over, clutching her pillow, and opened her eyes. The sky outside the window was already bright, a cloudless expanse stretching to the horizon.

Rubbing her sleep-blurred eyes, she looked dazed and utterly harmless, her soft, docile demeanor radiating innocence. She threw back the covers, slipped into her slippers, and padded to the balcony, still in her silk pajamas. Looking down, she saw a luxury sedan parked below. Several men in black suits emerged, surrounding a woman as they headed toward the house.

From her vantage point, Jiang Jinyi could tell this woman wasn't her mother.

What's going on?

Jiang Jinyi watched for a moment, then picked out a white, school-style uniform top and a pink skirt from her closet, changed, and went downstairs.

Aunt Cai, the housekeeper, stood anxiously by the door. Noticing Jiang Jinyi's approach, she quickly composed herself, forcing a smile. "Miss, you're awake. I'll go warm up some congee for you."

Jiang Jinyi ignored Aunt Cai's words and averted her gaze, her eyes fixed on the front gate. The butler was engaged in conversation with the lead man in the black suit.

Pushing through the crowd, Jiang Jinyi saw a woman standing in the bright sunlight—a woman she had never seen before.

She was strikingly beautiful, her long, ink-black hair cascading to her waist in a slightly disheveled manner. Her eyes were closed, long, curled lashes fanning downward in a graceful, alluring arc. Dressed in an ill-fitting T-shirt, her porcelain-like skin and delicate bone structure gave her the air of a bewildered fairy who had just emerged from the depths of a snowy realm, encountering the human world for the first time. One slender, bony hand hung at her side, while the other held a white cane—a blind person's walking stick.

Jiang Jinyi narrowed her eyes, scrutinizing the woman from head to toe.

The suit-clad man leading the group noticed Jiang Jinyi and approached her respectfully. "Miss Jiang, Chairwoman Jiang instructed us to bring this young lady back."

Jiang Jinyi glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. "Where's my mother?"

"Madam Jiang went straight to the company after landing, Miss," the man replied. "She said there was urgent business to attend to."

Jiang Jinyi's brow furrowed immediately.

"How annoying," she muttered. "Why is there always something urgent?"

The man lowered his head, fearing her displeasure. He spoke cautiously, "We... we don't know either. It's just... that's what happened. Madam Jiang went straight to the company. She said she'd call you later."

Jiang Jinyi frowned, staring at the blind woman before her. "Then who is she?"

The man glanced at the woman. "That... we don't know either. Perhaps Madam Jiang will tell you later."

Jiang Jinyi finally gave her a proper look, her lips curling into a sneer. "Idiot," she spat, "how can you know nothing?"

The man in the suit quickly chimed in, "I'm an idiot, I'm an idiot. Please don't be angry, Miss."

Jiang Ningzhu's subordinates all adhered to one decree: Never talk back to the young lady. Being scolded by her was considered an honor—as long as she was pleased, that was all that mattered.

Jiang Jinyi withdrew her gaze and strode toward the woman.

The woman seemed to sense her approach and turned her face towards her, her eyes still closed.

She was blind.

The woman was slightly taller, radiating a pure, untainted aura.

Jiang Jinyi tilted her head, adopting a commanding tone. "Who are you? Are you the lover my mother smuggled from abroad?"

Her voice was soft and nasal, still a little drowsy from sleep, with lingering, coquettish inflections—a blend of spoiled, adorable, and sweet, an indescribable charm.

Jiang Youwan was taken aback by such a blunt question. She shook her head in silence.

She's not?

As Luocheng' wealthiest Omega businesswoman, Jiang Ningshu was constantly embroiled in tabloid scandals involving both Alpha-Omega and Omega-Omega affairs. Jiang Jinyi naturally assumed this woman was another one of her mother's conquests.

This woman in front of her... might be a captured beauty bought at a high price at some illegal auction abroad, or a mermaid salvaged from the deep sea.

Jiang Jinyi's gaze shifted, and the atmosphere suddenly grew subtly tense.

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The butler only dared bring Jiang Youwan back after confirming with Jiang Ningshu by phone. However, they ran into difficulty deciding where she should stay. The Jiang Family villa was vast, with over a dozen empty rooms, but Jiang Jinyi's possessiveness was extreme. If Jiang Youwan were allowed to stay in any room without her consent, Jiang Jinyi would undoubtedly fly into a rage, and they would all suffer the consequences.

The butler bowed deeply and asked cautiously, "Miss, which room do you think Miss Youwan should stay in?"

At that moment, Jiang Jinyi was staring in disbelief at the DNA report Jiang Ningshu had sent her. The butler mustered his courage and asked again, "Miss, what do you think—"

"Shut up!" Jiang Jinyi suddenly stood up, startling the butler, who immediately clamped his mouth shut.

Jiang Jinyi's brows furrowed into a small mountain.

This woman is actually my biological sister?!

She couldn't accept it!

She glared furiously at Jiang Youwan, who stood not far behind the butler. Sensing her gaze, Jiang Youwan turned to face her directly.

"All of you, get out!"

At her command, the servants and the butler scurried out the main gate, which slammed shut with a loud bang.

The vast living room was now empty, leaving only Jiang Youwan and Jiang Jinyi.

Jiang Youwan sensed the oppressive aura emanating from the girl before her and pressed her lips together.

Since losing her sight, her sense of smell had become acutely heightened. As the scent of hyacinth in the air grew stronger, she knew the girl was slowly approaching her, getting closer and closer.

Jiang Jinyi stood before her, scrutinizing her excessively beautiful face.

Her features were strikingly defined and exquisite, possessing a beauty that was both aggressive and alluring. Yet, in this moment, she looked almost pitiful.

"Your name is Jiang Youwan?" she demanded.

Jiang Jinyi's voice was sweet, always carrying a sticky, lazy quality. Even with her harsh tone, it remained pleasant to the ear.

Jiang Youwan's eyelashes fluttered, giving her a helpless appearance. She nodded softly and timidly to the young mistress of the house.

Her voice was pitifully soft and hoarse, her demeanor gentle and restrained. She was suppressing her pheromones, ensuring the person facing her felt no pressure whatsoever.

A submissive posture.

The Mistress and the sheltered one.

Jiang Jinyi made a mental comparison, then hummed smugly. "Not as pretty as my name."

Jiang Youwan froze, slightly surprised by the remark.

They were comparing whose name sounded better.

"Mom's eldest daughter, who's been missing for over twenty years, doesn't look anything like me."

Jiang Jinyi stared at her. The more she looked, the more displeased she became. Suddenly, her mischievous nature surfaced, and she took a few more steps closer. Jiang Youwan instinctively retreated until her heel bumped against the sofa, causing her to collapse onto it.

With a clatter, her cane fell to the floor. Jiang Youwan tugged at her wound and let out a muffled groan of pain.

Jiang Jinyi looked down at her. On an impulse, she used her fingertip to lift Jiang Youwan's chin. Jiang Youwan's body trembled slightly, and she immediately tried to turn her face away.

Jiang Jinyi shifted her grip from a light touch to a firm pinch, holding Jiang Youwan's chin to keep her still.

Her posture was domineering as she stared intently at Jiang Youwan.

Jiang Youwan seemed unprepared for this. Her breathing grew erratic, and her heart raced. It wasn't just the cool touch of Jiang Jinyi's fingertip, the hyacinth scent had intensified, becoming overwhelming.

Despite both being Omegas, Jiang Jinyi didn't make her feel uncomfortable. It was a unique, indescribable feeling.

Jiang Youwan pursed her lips, remaining silent. Her breathing was uneven. The way she wanted to struggle but didn't dare made her look pitiful. Seeing her like this only made Jiang Jinyi want to bu.lly her more. She was wicked, utterly wicked, she was no good girl.

Jiang Jinyi looked down at her, her peach blossom eyes gleaming as if she were truly admiring a beloved toy, though her mischievous intent couldn't be concealed. "Secretary Song said Mom would bring me a gift. So, she sent an older sister to play with me?"

Her voice trailed off, dripping with malice yet tinged with playful coquettishness, infinitely alluring.

The mockery in her words was obvious, designed to provoke this sister who had been missing for over twenty years and was now just 'picked up,' letting her know that she was nothing more than a gift, clearly establishing her status and forcing her to accept it.

Jiang Jinyi's smile was captivating, though Jiang Youwan couldn't see it. She only heard her voice deepen slightly as she pinched her chin and murmured, "I really want to kick you out."

"I don't like older sisters. You're not good at all." she said.

"Mom sent an older sister before, but she always made me angry. I wasn't comfortable living with her, so I drove her away, throwing her luggage onto the street. It was so embarrassing for her, but I didn't care. She deserved it."

"You won't be like her, will you? I won't go easy on you just because you have a DNA certificate with Mom. My temper is really bad."

How could Jiang Youwan not hear the warning in her words? Or, to be more precise, the threat?

Jiang Jinyi waited for her older sister's reaction. Would she be humiliated, furious, or would she endure it silently, waiting to secretly complain to their mother later?

Secretly complaining was useless, Jiang Jinyi thought. She could be a 'green tea' girl, too. She could whine and act spoiled. Her complaint would probably be even more effective.

But Jiang Youwan's response surprised her.

Gradually, her breathing returned to normal. She pulled a smile toward Jiang Jinyi, though her eyes remained closed. Even with her eyes shut, the smile radiated a captivating charm. Her voice, soft and honeyed, slowly said, "I won't make you angry. I'll be good."

Her collar was slightly open, revealing delicate collarbones and a swan-like neck. Her skin was pale and her figure slender, the simple t-shirt unable to conceal her alluring curves.

Her face was pale, but it held a sickly beauty, looking exactly like a beauty forced into seclusion in a deep palace by a tyrant.

Jiang Jinyi didn't expect her to be so submissive. She paused, releasing the forced pinch on her chin. Jiang Youwan then dropped her head powerlessly.

"You'd better be good."

Jiang Jinyi turned and walked toward the main door, her pheromones fading with her departure. Jiang Youwan slowly rose from the sofa, then bent down in the darkness to search for her cane.

With Jiang Jinyi's permission, the servants helped Jiang Youwan settle into a room. She leaned back in the chair, her reddened earlobes now cold. Her tightly closed eyes made her resemble an icy, merciless, yet sacred statue.

Though she had long grown accustomed to Jiang Jinyi's cruelty, she still couldn't control her earlobes from flushing crimson in its presence. No matter how many times it happened, she still felt deeply ashamed.

I can only pray Xiao Jin didn't notice.

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Returning to the present, Jiang Jinyi did notice. Surprised, she chuckled, playfully scrutinizing Jiang Youwan's appearance—dressed in a formal suit, yet with reddened ears and ragged breathing. Teasingly, she asked, "What's this? Are you such a maso.chist that you blush when you're humiliated?"

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Author's Note: Xiao Jin is being so fierce now, but she'll pay for it later.

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