The pushed-away cup sprang back to her face. Zhao Yanxia stared at Jiang Ziyu Di Mingjue, bewildered.
Forcing the cup into her hand, Jiang Ziyu Di Mingjue said, "Mistreating your body only gives bad people an opportunity. Nourish yourself well and have ample energy to protect what is yours."
The warmth in her palm traveled all the way to her heart, but Zhao Yanxia remained unyielding. She disdainfully tossed the cup onto the table. "Don't think I don't know you're just here to watch me make a fool of myself. Jiang Feifei is your sister. You can't wait for all the women in the Jiang family to become mistresses of the Di residence."
Truly incorrigible!
Jiang Ziyu Di Mingjue ceased her persuasion. Everyone had their own destiny. If she could take her words to heart, she would naturally know what to do. xxs1
Without anyone by her side, the air instantly turned cold and lonely. Zhao Yanxia looked at the steaming cup of milk, Jiang Ziyu Di Mingjue's words constantly echoing in her mind.
Her thoughts suddenly cleared. If Di Dongsheng returned and saw her in this state of blaming heaven and earth, he would be even more enraged.
Zhao Yanxia threw off the blanket in her arms and ran upstairs like the wind.
In the kitchen, Jiang Ziyu Di Mingjue heard the pattering footsteps and a smile spread across her cheeks.
Everything was as she had guessed.
Half an hour later, Zhao Yanxia, dressed to the nines, was like a completely different person from her earlier颓废 state.
She cast a proud glance at Jiang Ziyu Di Mingjue in the kitchen and said coldly, "I will not let all the women in the Jiang family become Mrs. Di."
"Good luck," Jiang Ziyu Di Mingjue replied.
If she had the ability, it would be best to make Jiang Feifei completely give up her desire to stir up trouble.
Zhao Yanxia shot her a fierce glare, grabbed her bag, and left.
A doubt suddenly flashed in her mind. Could she find her without any plan?
Shaking her head, she couldn't be bothered with their affairs. She had important matters to attend to today.
She had spoken with Qianqian the previous night. Today, she would accompany the old lady at home while Jiang Ziyu Di Mingjue went out to handle business.
The servants were preparing breakfast. She casually ate a couple of bites of bread in the kitchen, then tidied herself up and left.
Leaving the Di residence, Jiang Ziyu Di Mingjue drove to the Jiang residence.
The three-day deadline had arrived, and it was time for her to apply more pressure.
The car stopped at the entrance of the Jiang residence, the gate tightly locked. Peeking through the window, Jiang Ziyu Di Mingjue saw an empty courtyard.
No one?
Jiang Ziyu Di Mingjue took a look. Just as she was about to turn back, she saw a fleeting shadow in the living room window.
Playing games with her and pretending?
Jiang Ziyu Di Mingjue found it amusing. She got out of the car, glanced at the lock on the door, and then walked to the trunk to retrieve a wrench.
Clang clang!
The quiet morning was shattered by the sounds of hammering.
Inside, Xu Jingya watched as the lock was smashed open, pacing anxiously in the house. She nervously clutched the curtain. Each pounding sound from outside felt like it was striking her heart, making it difficult for her to breathe.
Click! The lock fell off.
Jiang Ziyu Di Mingjue tossed the wrench onto the platform by the door, clapped her hands, and strode inside.
Before she even reached the entrance of the living room, Xu Jingya inside could no longer maintain her pretense.
"Butler, call the police. Say someone is trespassing!" Xu Jingya ordered the butler who had poked his head out from behind her.
Jiang Ziyu Di Mingjue looked calmly at the butler and proactively took out her phone to make the call. "Trespassing, is it? I was just worrying you wouldn't leave."
As she spoke, she dialed the emergency number.
Remembering that her name was on the property deed, Xu Jingya lunged forward and slapped her phone to the ground. "You're crazy! You're just a madwoman!"
Jiang Ziyu Di Mingjue looked down at her black-screened phone at her feet, her eyes darkening as she commanded, "Pick it up!"
Xu Jingya had no intention of humbling herself to please Jiang Ziyu Di Mingjue. Seeing her displeasure at the broken phone brought a slight sense of glee.