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He gritted his teeth. "I don't want anything like this business with Sister Wu happening again!"

Butler Zhou naturally nodded, agreeing to each instruction.

Once all that was done, Ye Zhipeng looked at Ye Mo, who was sitting on the sofa and had already eaten half the pastries. Seeing how relaxed and at ease she was, he didn't know whether to laugh or be angry.

"I was worried that bringing you home so suddenly would make you feel uncomfortable," she said. "But looking at you now, I was worrying that the sky would fall for nothing. You seem to have settled in very well."

She hadn't merely settled in well-it was practically as though she'd come to her own home. Of course, that wasn't wrong, since this had been Ye Mo's home to begin with.

Ye Zhipeng said, "The living room is too messy. Let's talk next door."

There was another small sitting room nearby, so they left the living room and went there to talk.

Once they sat down, Ye Zhipeng couldn't help asking Ye Mo, "That fortune-telling you mentioned-is it real?"

"..." Ye Mo fell silent for a few seconds before declaring decisively, "It's real! Didn't I just demonstrate my abilities? If it weren't for me, Dad, you wouldn't even know Sister Wu had done something like that."

Now, just hearing the name "Sister Wu" sent a shudder through Ye Zhipeng, almost raising goose bumps all over him.

"Let's not mention that person again." He let out a breath. "I really never imagined she'd do something like that... As far as I'm concerned, apart from that one time I asked our family doctor to see her, I've never done anything she could have misunderstood."

But who could have known that that single occasion would make someone think he liked her?

Ye Zhipeng truly had been wronged.

Not wanting to discuss that upsetting business any further, Ye Zhipeng looked at Ye Mo. "When did you develop this ability? You said it was passed down from your adoptive parents' ancestors. Is that true?"

Ye Mo thought, Would you believe me if I said I only got this ability two hours ago?

One lie needed countless more lies to cover it up.

Knowing she wasn't a good actress, Ye Mo thought for a moment before saying, "...More or less. There was an old granny in our village who performed spirit rituals. I learned my fortune-telling skills from her!"

Her words were half true and half false. There had indeed been a spirit medium in their village who performed spirit rituals, but Ye Mo hadn't learned anything from her.

"I suppose I really do have a talent for it," she made things up off the cuff. "So I can just about divine a few things!"

Ye Zhipeng said, "I see..."

Everyone looked as though they'd learned something new.

Just then, the household servants brought in pastries and tea. This time, there was no repeat of the Sister Wu incident, and the pastries and tea made it onto the table without any trouble.

There did seem to be rather a lot of pastries, though. They had even used a three-tier dessert stand to hold them.

Ye Zhipeng looked at the servant who had brought them in and asked, "Why did you bring so many pastries?"

The servant looked at Ruan Xianyue. "Madam asked us to..."

Ye Zhipeng looked at Ruan Xianyue. Looking somewhat awkward, Ruan Xianyue glanced at Ye Mo.

"You seemed to really like the pastries," she said to Ye Mo, her tone a little stiff. "So I had them bring some more. Have as many as you like."

Ye Mo's lips curved into a smile, and she thanked her politely. "Thank you. I really do like them. The pastries here are delicious."

At that, Ye Zhipeng smiled and glanced at Ruan Xianyue. "It seems you take after your mother in that respect. Your mother loves desserts too, so we have two pastry chefs at home, one specializing in Chinese pastries and the other in Western ones. It looks like you'll finally have someone to join you for afternoon tea."

His last remark was naturally addressed to Ruan Xianyue.

Ruan Xianyue smiled too.

At that moment, the atmosphere in the sitting room finally improved considerably, taking on something of a family feeling. Shen Yan couldn't help secretly breathing a sigh of relief for Ye Mo.

He'd heard that wealthy families like these had plenty of disputes and drama, so ever since learning that Ye Mo was actually a child of the Ye family, Shen Yan had been a little worried about her.

Fortunately, judging by the current situation, apart from Ye Miao, who had shown open hostility toward Ye Mo, both Ye Zhipeng and Ruan Xianyue, despite her somewhat stiff attitude toward Ye Mo, at least seemed to genuinely want to treat her well.

That way, Shen Yan at least didn't have to worry quite so much about Ye Mo's situation in the Ye family.

Ye Zhipeng told Ye Mo about the family. "Your grandparents are both still alive. They live at the old residence and don't like us disturbing them. Now that you're back, you should still visit them when you have time..."

"You have three older brothers. You've met Ye Miao. He's your third brother, two years older than you." Ye Zhipeng pointed at Ye Miao, then continued, "You have two more brothers above him: your eldest brother, Ye Lin, and your third brother, Ye Sen."

"Your eldest brother is seven years older than you. He's already working at the company, which is why he isn't here. I've told him about you, and he should be back soon... Your eldest brother has a very steady temperament. You can lean on him a little more."

"As for your second brother, Ye Sen, he's abroad, so he can't come back. Speaking of which, your second brother is more or less in the same industry as you. He's a singer. You must have heard his name, right? If you ever have any problems at work, you can ask him for help too."

Ye Mo listened with a smile on her face, but inwardly she wasn't particularly convinced.

Whatever the circumstances, if those two brothers really cared about this ready-made younger sister of theirs, they would have rushed back no matter how busy work was. The fact that neither had appeared could only mean they didn't care about their ready-made younger sister.

So Ye Mo certainly didn't dare expect too much of them.

"What about Ye Baozhu?"

Seeing that Ye Zhipeng hadn't mentioned Ye Baozhu, Ye Mo brought her up herself. "Why isn't she here?"

The moment Ye Baozhu's name came up, the atmosphere grew a little delicate.

"Baozhu..." Ye Zhipeng's expression was complicated. "She was going to meet you too, but just before you arrived, she suddenly felt a little unwell, so I had her rest upstairs for now."

Perhaps worried that Ye Mo would misunderstand, he hurriedly added, "Baozhu has a very nice disposition. She's sweet, shy, and very obedient. Ye Mo, you're sure to like her too."

"Of course." Ye Mo smiled. "...I'm sure I'll like her." As if.

"Fake!" Ye Miao couldn't help muttering from the side.

Ye Mo heard his remark, but she really couldn't have cared less, treating it as nothing more than a mosquito bite.

She could still tell which mattered more: a moment's anger or a five-percent stake. Whether she could lie back and live without lifting a finger in the future depended on this. What was wrong with being a little fake?

Ye Zhipeng said, "Oh, right, we've already had your room prepared. How about staying on the second floor? That room used to be a guest room, but it's very spacious. Your mother and Baozhu spent several days getting it ready. Would you like to take a look?"

Ye Mo naturally had no objections, so the group went up to the second floor to see the room the Ye family had prepared for her.

It was an enormous room. It had probably originally been three guest rooms, with the walls knocked through to make one space of over three hundred square meters. The main decorative colors were blue and pink, giving it a very fresh, girlish feel.

One of the rooms that had been joined together had been made into a walk-in closet. It was already filled with jewelry and clothing, a dazzling array brimming with wealth.

"What do you think? Are you happy with it?" Ye Zhipeng looked at her. "Your mother did most of the decorating..."

Ye Mo looked at Ruan Xianyue. Ruan Xianyue's expression was somewhat stiff, and she seemed a little nervous. In particular, when Ye Mo looked over, her body became incredibly rigid.

"...Mom." Ye Mo took the initiative to step forward and wrap her arms around her, thanking her. "Thank you. I really like this room."

Ruan Xianyue probably wasn't used to being close to others. When Ye Mo hugged her, her body stiffened for a second before slowly relaxing. She reached out to hug Ye Mo back and said, "I'm glad you like it."

Ye Mo smiled.

Of course she liked it. A room built out of care and money-naturally, she would like it.