The sound grew increasingly shaful.
In the darkness, Lin Sili’s gaze was icy, and she clenched her fist.
Dare to plot against her like this, Pan Yu, just wait.
Seizing the mont of their heated exchange, she quietly slipped out through a crack in the door.
Pan Yu glanced upstairs, a sneer flickering in her eyes, calculating that it was about ti. With a flick of her hand, she spilled a glass of red wine onto Lady Zhao’s embroidered cheongsam.
Lady Zhao’s face imdiately fell.
"Lady Zhao, I’m truly sorry, but how about this: why don’t you co upstairs with to change clothes? I’ll compensate you for this garnt."
"Compensate? This dress is handcrafted by Master Gu Lin, the only one of its kind in the world. Can you afford to compensate ?" Lady Zhao retorted angrily, looking at the large wine stain on her chest, her heart aching. It was the first ti she’d worn it out...
Pan Yu’s expression turned awkward: "It’s my fault, I’m really sorry. But don’t you think the most urgent matter now is to first change your clothes? Coincidentally, I also have a cheongsam by Master Gu Lin. Though not as precious as yours, it can suffice for the ti being."
She added, "I’ve never worn that dress, it’s brand new, rest assured, Lady Zhao."
Reluctantly, Lady Zhao had no choice but to agree, her opinion of Pan Yu deteriorating further. So clumsy and lacking the elegance of a noblewoman. Indeed, she lived up to her background, not soone who could be presented in public.
"Miss Zhao, why don’t you co too?" Pan Yu looked at the sullen-faced Miss Zhao standing to the side, cautiously asked.
Miss Zhao didn’t want to go initially, but seeing her mother’s face, she nodded.
"Let’s go, I don’t understand how the Lin Family teaches rules." She mumbled as she helped Lady Zhao upstairs.
Pan Yu’s gaze was mocking. The Zhao mother and daughter duo were famous for being difficult and big-mouthed. With their witness, Lin Sili wouldn’t get away.
Pan Yu led the two to a door on the second floor, subtly glanced in a certain direction, then pushed open the door: "Lady Zhao, Miss Zhao, please co inside."
That blush-inducing, heart-throbbing sound echoed as the door opened, leaving Lady Zhao and Miss Zhao montarily stunned. A smirk tugged at Pan Yu’s lips as she turned on the light.
In an instant, the room was as bright as day, revealing everything on the large bed.
Miss Zhao suddenly scread, "Oh my, does the Lin Family have such filthy places? It’s disgusting!"
With those words, she exited the room.
Her loud voice alerted those downstairs, and so gossip-loving ladies, eyes gleaming with excitent, rushed upstairs.
"What happened? What’s going on?"
The two on the large bed were drenched in sweat, completely unaware of what was happening outside. From Pan Yu’s angle, only the man’s profile was visible—it was undoubtedly Liu Sheng. The woman’s face was buried in the pillow, her back to Pan Yu. With the man’s arm further obscuring her, she was unrecognizable.
A piece of the skirt lay scattered on the floor. Pan Yu steadied herself; it was indeed the dress worn by that vile woman today.
Inwardly pleased, she wore a mask of panic, pulling Lady Zhao to retreat as if fearing Lady Zhao would discover the person on the bed was connected to her.
Lady Zhao still bore a grudge against Pan Yu. Seeing her behavior confird her suspicion that the person on the bed had a deep relationship with Pan Yu. Rembering how Pan Yu ruined her cheongsam, the vengeful Lady Zhao would surely seek retribution. She shook off Pan Yu’s hand and sneered, "Lady Lin, why the panic? If young people today are shaless, why should we cover for them?"
Pan Yu thought this Lady Zhao was indeed spiteful. She anxiously said, "Lady Zhao, they’re just young kids, ignorant. Let’s pretend we didn’t see anything. If this blows up, how will they face anyone...."
"They should have considered the consequences. There’s a party downstairs, yet they hide upstairs for pleasure. Wouldn’t it be ludicrous if word got out?"
The onlookers chid in with their opinions. So, they caught an adulterous couple, huh? In today’s open society, it’s not surprising if young lovers can’t hold back, but getting caught was awkward. If it involved the offspring of a wealthy family, it would be a massive loss of face.
"Lady Zhao, for my sake, let Sili off the hook. She has her reasons...." Pan Yu pleaded, sounding like a mother deeply concerned for her daughter.
However, the crowd’s focus was evidently elsewhere. Sili? Lin Sili? The Eldest Miss Lin, oh my, it turned out to be the Eldest Miss Lin, Lin Sili. The words spoken at the banquet earlier lingered in the air: wounded by a man, she chose to have a child by surrogacy and vowed never to marry. So it was all a lie. Privately, Lin Sili was so shaless.
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