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A chill of foreboding tinged Li Xianxian’s mind. Her complexion paled as she slowly turned her head to look behind her—

There was a figure clad in a light-colored cheongsam, stepping languidly. Her glossy raven hair half swept up, and her clear, expressive peach blossom eyes were framed with long, thick lashes casting a shadow on her eyelids.

Secured on her ear was a hair clip in the shape of a red plum blossom, contrasting with her fair ear tip. It was like a red plum blooming brilliantly amidst a blanket of white snow, utterly mesmerizing. The red hair clip perfectly complemented the button of her cheongsam, projecting the elegant radiance of a figure stepped out from a painting, with no room for criticism.

The cheongsam was usually a demanding piece of attire. If not worn gracefully, it could look overly rigid and dreary. However, the person before them was donning the cheongsam in a way that exemplified its timeless elegance.

Usually the cheongsam enhances the wearer, but in her case, she was the one enhancing the cheongsam.

Who was she?

Why did she seem so familiar?

Li Xianxian squinted her eyes, momentarily unable to recall the identity of the figure. But the sense of impending danger was steadily growing stronger within her.

“Sister Ni Yang, I’ve been waiting for you for so long.” Mo Hudie embraced Ni Yang, unwilling to let go.

Sister Ni Yang…

Upon hearing this long-lost address, Li Xianxian started to regain her composure.

It was her!

She had come back!

She indeed had returned!

Insolent woman!

Hadn’t she already married that castrated old man?

Why had she returned?

Li Xianxian’s hand clenched tight, the sharpened nails digging into her flesh due to excessive force.

No.

She couldn’t be defeated by this shameless woman, she must remain calm.

She had to win over everyone. No one will take Mo Baichuan from her!

Luckily everyone’s attention was focused on Ni Yang, so no one paid attention to her. Li Xianxian stood up gracefully, maintaining a polished smile on her face.

“Yangyang is here.” The old lady of the Mo Family and Mo Fuhai warmly welcomed her. They introduced Ni Yang to the rest of the family, “My first four sons, let me introduce you to Ni Yang, the Divine Doctor who healed Xiaodie. Yangyang is the lucky star of our Mo Family. Not only did she heal Xiaodie, but she also saved Pingping. I rely exclusively on the breakfast she prepares whenever my appetite dwindles…”

Not everyone could bear being addressed as the ‘lucky star’ by the matriarch of the Mo Family.

Upon hearing her words, everyone’s gaze shifted towards Ni Yang.

Li Xianxian’s mind was thrown into chaos.

She had considered many possibilities, but she had never anticipated that Ni Yang would be the “lucky star” revered by the old matriarch!

Why was it Ni Yang?

What had transpired during the period when she was unconscious?

“Miss Ni, I’m Mo Rongping, the eldest son of the Mo Family.”

“I am Mo Rong’an, the second son.”

“I’m Mo Rongzhong, the fourth son.”

“I am Mo Ronghua, the fifth son.”

The matriarch of the Mo Family got married when she was 18 years old. The eldest son, Mo Rongping, was 56 years old, and even the youngest, the fifth son, was 49. Only their youngest brother, Mo Qishen, was quite young. He was only a year older than his eldest grandson, Mo Baichuan, and was now 27.

In fact, it was also apparent from the names themselves that Mo Qishen was an unexpected child.

While the names of the first four sons represented peace, prosperity, and patriotism, his name signified uniqueness and profoundness.

Before these people, Ni Yang was merely a 17-year-old child. Yet, she exuded a composed, polite demeanor.

The old lady pointed to her sons and said, “Yangyang, just call them Eldest Brother, Second Brother, Fourth Brother, and Fifth Brother.”

Eldest Brother, Second Brother, Fourth Brother, Fifth Brother?

What was the matriarch trying to imply?

Li Xianxian almost bit through her lip!

She’d been meticulously planning for two whole years before she earned the trust of the matriarch and patriarch of the Mo Family. Had Ni Yang only known them for a few days?

How could they trust Ni Yang so easily?

This was unfair!

This was unfair to her!

Why was this insolent woman always after what she desired?

It was the same in her previous life!

And it was the same in this life!

Li Xianxian’s lowered eyes were filled with venomous indignation.

Mo Baichuan also found the matriarch’s behaviour rather befuddling. If Ni Yang was to address his uncles as brothers, wouldn’t she become his senior? How could that make sense?

Ni Yang was initially worried about how to address them. After all, she addressed Mo Qishen as Brother Mo. It would be strange for her to call his elder brothers as uncles. On the other hand, addressing them as brothers would accentuate their age difference…