Xia Zhenghua ordered a lavish dinner to welcome Xia Qingsky, and at the dining table, Xia Qingsky's identity was confirmed. 'From now on, this is our Miss Xia, Xia Qingsky.' Xia Qingsky smiled brightly, observing the various expressions of everyone at the table, committing each one to memory. It had been so long since the Xia family had sent someone to find her, and Xia Qingchuan had even sent people to mock her, saying she was delusional. Shen Miaoyu had gone as far as to send someone to murder her. And today, upon arriving at the Xia family, she was bullied before even entering the house. She would make each of these people pay the price they deserved, and there was more to her mother's death than met the eye. She was back, and as the daughter of the Xia family, she would send all those who deserved it straight to hell. Having just arrived at the Xia family, Xia Qingsky was not yet accustomed to such princess-like living, and she woke up with a bit of a headache the next day. 'Did Miss sleep well last night?' A servant, who was picking out clothes for her, asked kindly. 'It was fine.' 'Today we will tidy up the room, so Miss can have a good night's sleep.' Xia Qingsky nodded, then noticed that the servant kept selecting from the wardrobe, and she asked curiously, 'Why are you picking out clothes?' 'Today, the Mu family is visiting, and the master said that Miss needs to dress up.' Mu family? Xia Qingsky rubbed her forehead. Forget it, her own affairs were already a mess, let alone whatever Mu family or Shu family. 'Qingsky sister, may I come in?' Xia Qingsky was trying on clothes when Xia Qingchuan walked in with a fake smile. 'You're already inside, isn't that superfluous?'

Xia Qingkong didn't give her any favorable looks at all, and Xia Qingchuan's face stiffened as he squeezed out a smile and walked over to her. 'Let me help you.' Xia Qingchuan took the bandage from the servant's hand and gently tied it around Xia Qingkong's back. 'You're so kind-hearted, I came to snatch your father away and even killed your dog.' Xia Qingchuan's hands stopped for a moment while tying the bandage, but soon returned to normal. 'I've thought it through, we are from the Xia family, we shouldn't hold so much hatred,' Xia Qingchuan said, patting his hands, 'There you go.' She didn't believe for a second that he could be so kind-hearted! But after Xia Qingkong turned around a few times to check her clothes, she found nothing different, so she followed Xia Qingchuan downstairs. When they reached the stairs, Xia Qingchuan quickened his pace and called out to his father, while Xia Qingkong kept her head down, holding her skirt, and only then looked up. She saw the man from last night... It was him again! Xia Qingkong dragged the hem of her skirt with displeasure and continued downstairs, while Xia Zhenghua was already leading Mu Chenhao upstairs. 'Miss, we meet again.' Mu Chenhao greeted with a smile, and Xia Qingkong's mouth twitched as she snorted through her nose to indicate she knew. 'Qingkong, you must not be impolite to Young Master Mu.' Xia Qingkong's mouth twitched, and she closed her lips to force a fake smile. 'Hello, Young Master Mu.' 'I prefer the way you addressed me last night.'

Xia Qingkong's falsely smiling face immediately turned cold, and she glared at her fiercely. Several people headed for the second floor, and Xia Qingchuan cast secret glances filled with red hearts at Mu Chenhao while twining around her father's arm coquettishly. Xia Qingkong felt as if those red heart bubbles were about to drown her, so she stepped forward, deliberately avoiding Mu Chenhao's steps, leaving him behind. 'Young Master Mu is a guest in our home, this Young Master Mu, he...' Xia Zhenghua looked at Xia Qingchuan affectionately, about to turn back to tell Xia Qingkong. Xia Qingkong looked up, ready to listen, when suddenly she felt someone step on her skirt hem, then her waist loosened, and the entire lower part of her dress fell loosely. A chill ran between her legs, and Xia Qingkong's mind went blank. 'Slap!' A loud slap suddenly echoed, Xia Qingchuan gasped and covered her mouth, and Xia Zhenghua was also taken aback. Xia Qingkong snatched up the dress that had fallen to the ground and tied it around her waist, holding the hem of the dress with both hands, staring fiercely at Mu Chenhao. Mu Chenhao's jade-like face showed several red marks, but his exquisite features did not lose their nobility despite the embarrassment. Unexpectedly, this girl is quite strong! 'Shameless!' Thinking of everything he had done to her last night, Xia Qingkong was furious. She didn't expect him to still be acting shamelessly here today, it was simply too despicable! 'Quickly take the young mistress to change her clothes.' Xia Zhenghua, having recovered, hurriedly tried to smooth things over, and Xia Qingchuan also pretended to panic and went up to hug Xia Qingkong. Xia Qingkong pushed her away, her eyes dark and sharp as she stared at her, 'Sister Qingchuan, did you help me dress up for this?'

Xia Qingchuan was pushed aside, crashing into a stone pillar, scraping the skin on her arm. 'Qingchuan... Qingkong...' Xia Zhenghua didn't know who to call out to for a moment. 'Dad!' Xia Qingchuan screamed, covering her bleeding arm and showing it to Xia Zhenghua, looking at Xia Qingkong withLooking at Xia Qingkong with grievance. “I went out of kindness to help my sister get dressed。” “You are naturally kind-hearted！”Xia Qingkong looked at the heartache and self blame in Xia Zhenghua's eyes，I am more certain of my position in the Xia family in my heart。 Xia Zhenghua was just full of sympathy for himself because of his guilt towards his mother. For the past twenty years, it has always been Xia Qingchuan by his side, much more important than himself! 'Xia Qingkong, your sister also kindly helped you, how could you do this!' Xia Zhenghua's expression was stern. 'Yes, it was kind, kindly helping me dress, and then cutting off my bindings?' Xia Qingkong shook out her skirt to show Xia Zhenghua, the several bindings on the back of the skirt had neat cuts, only the very edge was frayed. This was clearly someone intentionally cutting off most of the bindings and leaving only a bit connected, so that with a slight step on the skirt or force, these bindings would all snap off. Mu Chenhao's gaze moved away from the cut bindings, and he actually saw a long, fair leg beneath the skirt hem, the lines smooth and slender, making it impossible for him to look away. Xia Zhenghua was not stupid either, his gaze towards Xia Qingchuan changed. 'It wasn't me!' Xia Qingchuan's face was full of terror, repeatedly shaking her head. 'If not you, then who? This morning when I was dressing in my room, it was you who tied my bindings.'

"I helped you, but..." "Qingchuan!" Xia Zhenghua was also angry, but due to the face of the guests, he had to lower his tone, "How could you do this!" "Forget it." Xia Qingkong said indifferently, watching the servant lead her back to change clothes, and then she continued to follow, holding the hem of her dress. "I won't hold it against you." "Qingchuan, your sister isn't holding it against you, aren't you going to apologize to your sister?" "It wasn't me, why should I apologize?" "I don't blame you." Xia Qingkong said magnanimously, and after taking a few steps, she continued, "I know my sister doesn't like me, but you can't lose the face of the Xia family in front of guests. Now that I've made a spectacle of myself..." Upon hearing this, Xia Zhenghua's heart, which had already understood Xia Qingchuan, sank again. Yes, the Xia family is a prestigious name; how could they lose face in front of guests?