The person who had arrived was Zhang Ma, the Ye family’s housekeeper, who was currently standing at the door.
Hearing no response from inside, Zhang Ma knocked on the door repeatedly. "Miss, did you hear me? Sir and Madam are still waiting for you downstairs!"
The door was knocked with a loud thudding sound. There was a trace of impatience on Zhang Ma’s face, completely different from her usual respectful demeanor.
In fact, it wasn't just her; all the servants in the Ye household were the same. Although they were servants, they knew how to read the wind and steer the rudder. Ever since they learned that Ye Leng'an was not the Ye family’s biological daughter, their attitudes had undergone a massive shift. The usual respect was gone, replaced by indifference.
Ye Leng'an curled her lips into a cold sneer. She stood up, pulled the door open, and said indifferently, "I know. I'll be down in a moment."
After saying that, she closed the door again.
Seeing Ye Leng'an’s attitude, Zhang Ma spat on the floor. "She really thinks she’s still a pampered young lady! She’s nothing but a wild girl, yet she dares to put on airs here."
However, despite her dissatisfaction, Zhang Ma didn't dare to go too far; even her cursing was done in a low voice. After all, the situation was still unclear. If Ye Leng'an ended up staying, she was afraid of being retaliated against.
Inside the room, Ye Leng'an didn't care what Zhang Ma was thinking outside. She scanned the room, then took out a travel bag and simply packed a few pieces of clothing. She didn't even glance at the expensive cosmetics and jewelry on the vanity.
Carrying the travel bag, Ye Leng'an walked out of the room.
In the living room of the Ye villa, Ye Li, the father, and Lin Wanqin, the mother, were sitting on the sofa, with a girl sitting between them.
This girl was none other than Ye Xiyuan.
Lin Wanqin held Ye Xiyuan’s hand tightly, her face filled with excitement and joy; it was clear that her mood was far from calm.
Ye Li sat on the other side, looking at Ye Xiyuan. Although he didn't say anything, one could tell from his expression that he was in a good mood.
Opposite them sat a man dressed in black, with a handsome face and a tall, upright figure. This was the eldest young master of the Ye family—Ye Anyun.
He would occasionally interject, and when he looked at Ye Xiyuan, his eyes were filled with tenderness.
Anyone who saw this would think it was a very warm and loving family.
At the very least, that was the impression Ye Leng'an had as she stood on the stairs.
If it were the old her, seeing such a scene might have made her feel uncomfortable or inferior. But now, her heart could no longer be stirred by even a ripple.
She had once longed for familial affection, but those long years had long since washed away such emotions.
The family of four downstairs also noticed the person on the stairs.
"Leng'an, come down and take a look." Lin Wanqin looked up, though she didn't let go of Ye Xiyuan’s hand. "This is Xiyuan. Starting today, she will be living in this home. You must help her well in the future!"
Clearly, she only had eyes for Ye Xiyuan at the moment, so she didn't notice the travel bag in Ye Leng'an’s hand.
Ye Anyun, however, did notice. When he looked at Ye Leng'an, there was a trace of surprise. "Leng'an, what’s wrong? What are you doing with that travel bag?"
Although Ye Xiyuan had returned, he had never intended for Ye Leng'an to leave. In his heart, Ye Xiyuan was his sister, and Ye Leng'an was his sister as well.
Ye Anyun’s words drew the attention of Ye Li and Lin Wanqin, and they, too, saw the luggage in Ye Leng'an’s hand.
Feeling cold inside, Ye Leng'an gave a faint smile. "Since Xiyuan is back, it is only natural that I should leave."