Yu Jia rushed into her penthouse, her mind swirling with anxiety. She slamd the door shut and grabbed her phone, dialing her assistant with urgency. "I need everything on Y.L. Mongolia—recent dealings, schedules, anything. And I an everything."
There was a pause on the other end before her assistant replied hesitantly. "Miss Yu... We’ve tried. She’s under Dream Entertainnt’s protection, and it seems soone powerful is ensuring her records stay hidden. It’s like hitting a wall."
Yu Jia’s grip tightened on the phone, her voice sharp. "I don’t care what it takes. Try harder. I need answers."
Ending the call, Yu Jia leaned back against the wall, her mind racing. It wasn’t a coincidence. It couldn’t be. That mask-wearing girl with the sharp eyes—she was sure it was Lixue. But what rattled Yu Jia wasn’t just the chance that her sister had returned. It was what Lixue might do now that she was back.
Shoving aside her rising panic, Yu Jia grabbed her bag and headed out. There was only one person who might understand the severity of this situation—her mother.
"Jia’er, why are you so worked up?" Madam Yu asked, her voice calm as she poured tea into two delicate porcelain cups. Her daughter paced back and forth, her movents agitated.
"Mim," Yu Jia began, her voice barely steady, "I think it’s her. Lixue. She’s back, and she’s joined Dream Entertainnt."
Madam Yu’s hand paused mid-air, but she quickly resud her motion, placing the teacup down gently. "What nonsense are you talking about? Lixue married Mo Ran. There’s no way he would let his wife join the entertainnt industry."
Yu Jia shook her head, her voice rising. "You don’t understand! I saw her. It has to be her. She’s using so ridiculous alias, but I know it’s her. And if she—if she tells anyone—"
She cut herself off, her breath hitching. The thought was too terrible to finish.
Madam Yu’s face hardened slightly as she t her daughter’s frantic gaze. "Jia’er, even if it is Lixue, what makes you think she’d expose anything? She wouldn’t dare ruin herself by dragging our family through the mud. Calm down."
But Yu Jia shook her head vehently, her voice desperate. "It’s not just about the past, Mother. It’s about my career—everything I’ve built. The songs, the paintings... They weren’t mine. They were hers. If she tells anyone the truth..."
Her voice faltered, and she buried her face in her hands.
Madam Yu remained silent for a mont before standing. She walked over to Yu Jia, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Even if Lixue is back, she won’t risk it. She’s tied to Mo Ran now, and he won’t let her make reckless moves. Focus on your career, Jia’er. Don’t let this throw you off balance."
Yu Jia nodded weakly, but her thoughts remained tumultuous. Her mother didn’t understand. She didn’t know the depth of Lixue’s resentnt—or how determined her older sister could be.
It hadn’t even been a month since Yu Jia had convinced Lixue to take her place as Mo Ran’s bride. When their parents had announced the marriage arrangent with the Mo family, Yu Jia had been horrified. The idea of marrying a man she had never t, especially soone as ruthless and unpredictable as Mo Ran, was unbearable.
Lixue, as always, had been the perfect solution.
It hadn’t taken much. A few guilt-laden words, a tearful plea about not wanting to ruin the family’s reputation—and Lixue, the dutiful older sister, had agreed to take her place. Yu Jia had thought she was clever, escaping a fate she couldn’t stomach while maintaining her image as the golden child.
But this wasn’t the first ti Yu Jia had used her sister.
Since they were teenagers, Yu Jia had taken Lixue’s songs and paintings, passing them off as her own. At first, it had been innocent—borrowing a tune here, a sketch there. But as Yu Jia’s popularity grew, so did her theft. Lixue had always been talented, but she had no desire for the spotlight. She’d let Yu Jia take everything without protest, content to remainp in the shadows.
Until now.
Yu Jia’s chest tightened at the thought. What if Lixue had finally decided to step into the light? What if she was here to reclaim what was hers?
Yu Jia’s hands clenched into fists. She couldn’t let that happen. If Lixue wanted a fight, Yu Jia would make sure she regretted it.
Yu Jia spent the rest of the evening pacing her room, her mind racing with possibilities. Her mother’s dismissal hadn’t cald her—if anything, it had left her more unsettled. The stakes were too high to ignore. She couldn’t risk waiting for Lixue to make the first move.
Pulling out her phone, she called her assistant again. "If we can’t get anything on Y.L. Mongolia directly, then find out who’s protecting her. I want nas, connections, everything."
Her assistant hesitated on the other end. "Miss Yu, with all due respect, the resources required for this might draw attention. If she’s tied to soone powerful—"
"Then we’ll find out exactly who they are and deal with it," Yu Jia snapped. Her patience was wearing thin. "Just do it."
Ending the call, she threw her phone onto the bed and sank into a nearby chair. Her mind was already devising a plan. If she couldn’t uncover Lixue’s secrets outright, she’d force her sister’s hand.
Across the city, Lixue sat in Dream’s lounge room, her mask resting on the table beside her. She had spent the day reviewing her upcoming schedules and rehearsing, but her thoughts kept straying to Yu Jia’s piercing gaze earlier.
She knew her sister had recognized her—or at least suspected. That had been part of the plan, after all. Lixue didn’t need to hide entirely; she needed Yu Jia to feel unsettled, to question her every move.
Her phone buzzed, pulling her from her thoughts. It was a ssage from Mo Ran.
She paused for a mont to read it, her thumb hovering over the screen before she typed a quick reply.
"It’s going well. Thank you for asking."
She wasn’t in the mood to engage in further conversation with him. Her mind was already on what she needed to do next. She had more important things on her agenda.
Leaving Dream Entertainnt behind, Lixue walked briskly toward the flower shop she had in mind. The weight of her thoughts and the tasks ahead made her walk with purpose.
Flowers.
That’s what she needed now—a small symbol of care for soone who still ant everything to her.
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