Chapter 2: My Fiancé is Out of His Mind

Saying there’s no favoritism, yet every word reeks of it.

How interesting…

Yun Ci shrugged: "Doesn't matter."

——

Inside a Maybach, Xia Beiqing was watching everything unfold through the car window.

"Tsk! So that’s my future sister-in-law? She’s got a bit of charm." He turned to the man beside him and asked, "Brother Che, what do you think?"

The man was leaning back against the car seat in a languid posture. His fair, slender hand supported his head, and beneath long, curled eyelashes, his eyes were a pale, alluring peach-blossom shape, accented by a single tear mole.

His skin was cold and pale, his features sharp and fierce, exuding an indifference and aloofness that kept people at a distance.

He parted his thin lips slightly: "A woman? Not interested."

His low voice was exceptionally sexy, striking the eardrums with the chilling air of unmelted winter snow.

Xia Beiqing let out an "Oh."

Is Brother Che having another episode?

——

Ye Meipan led Yun Ci to a guest room on the second floor.

The architecture was European-style, exquisitely decorated and spotless.

Yun Ci only swept her gaze across it, her expression neither sad nor happy.

"A-Ci." Ye Meipan pulled her to sit on the edge of the bed, her expression serious. "Since we’ve brought you back, there is something I need to tell you in advance."

Yun Ci lowered her head to fiddle with her phone, giving a nonchalant "Mm."

Ye Meipan said: "Actually… you have a fiancé."

Hearing this, Yun Ci’s movements paused.

"It was an arranged marriage, decided while you were still in your mother’s womb."

Yun Ci’s tone was exceptionally calm: "Who?"

"The Jun family of the capital." Ye Meipan sighed. "You grew up in the countryside, so you probably don’t know, but the Jun family… is an existence we absolutely cannot afford to offend!"

The Jun family of the capital—four words that struck fear into everyone.

The patriarch of the Jun family was once a founding father of the Ye Kingdom, and the generations that followed were all prominent figures in political circles.

It wasn't until Jun Xianrong that the family began to engage in business. Their reach was so vast that they directly controlled half of the Ye Kingdom’s economic lifeline. Privately, they even had close ties with the powerful and the military; even the King had to be wary of the Jun family.

And Jun Xianrong’s only son, Jun Siche, was even more eccentric and unfathomable.

Ever since a car accident two years ago, his mind had been a bit off.

In truth, from the beginning, after learning of Yun Ci’s various misdeeds, Ye Meipan hadn't wanted to bring her back at all.

But with the wedding date approaching, she couldn't bear to marry Feiyue off to that mentally unstable Jun Siche, which is why she thought of bringing Yun Ci home to be a substitute bride.

To be honest, Feiyue was smart, beautiful, and obedient, while Yun Ci was good-for-nothing and notorious. If it weren't for Feiyue’s sake, she wouldn't even want to acknowledge Yun Ci as her daughter.

At this moment, Yun Ci’s expression was indifferent, making her thoughts impossible to read.

Ye Meipan took her hand, feigning difficulty: "Mom knows… you definitely don’t want to, but there’s really no other way…"

Yun Ci raised an eyebrow slightly and suddenly asked: "Why not Ruan Feiyue?"

The question choked Ye Meipan instantly.

"This… didn't Mom just say? It was an arranged marriage. At the time, it was you in Mom’s womb, not Feiyue."

Yun Ci turned her head to look at Ye Meipan, her beautiful eyes revealing a coldness that actually made one feel a shiver of fear.

She curled her red lips and smiled: "But isn't she the one who has been the Ruan family’s young lady for eighteen years?"

Ye Meipan’s eyes widened, and she was left speechless.

Yun Ci had no patience for beating around the bush, her words sharp and biting: "So, she grew up surrounded by stars, enjoying the infinite glory and benefits that come with the identity of the Ruan family’s young lady, but now you want to push the disadvantages onto someone else? Is there any logic in that?"

A cold sneer escaped her lips, and Ye Meipan shuddered involuntarily.

"A-Ci, Mom didn't mean it like that…"

Yun Ci shoved her phone into her pocket and stood up.

"Let’s talk about it later."

Leaving those words behind, she walked out of the room.