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Still, nothing could be certain until Ye Miao brought the clothes down.

A few minutes later, Ye Miao came downstairs, carrying several of the suits Ye Zhipeng wore to work.

"...I can't see any peach blossom talismans in these?" Ye Miao turned the clothes over, feeling them carefully, but found nothing unusual.

Ye Mo gave him a scornful look. "What could you possibly find by feeling them? If you want to know whether there's something inside, just cut them open with scissors and look."

Ye Miao: "..."

This girl really wasn't likable!

He silently gritted his teeth and turned to ask a servant to bring a pair of scissors.

By now, Sister Wu was thoroughly panicked. She lunged forward, still refusing to give up, and cried, "Sir, madam, don't listen to this woman's nonsense! I've worked in your home for so many years. Don't you know what sort of person I am?"

Ye Mo said coolly, "Let me point something out first. This woman you're talking about-me-is the biological daughter of the sir and madam you keep mentioning. Their blood flows through my veins... Who do you think they'll believe, you or me?"

After that arrogant declaration, she turned an obedient look on Ye Zhipeng. "Right, Dad?"

The way her expression changed as though she had switched faces nearly made Ye Zhipeng laugh, almost dispersing the anger bottled up inside him.

"You're my biological daughter. Of course I believe you!" he said firmly.

As for Sister Wu, her expression had already turned desperate.

Under her stubborn stare, Ye Mo took the scissors the servant handed over and slowly cut open the clothes Ye Miao had brought down, bit by bit.

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The sharp scissors sliced through Ye Zhipeng's suit with ease, but the inside of the cut-open suit was perfectly clean. There wasn't even a loose thread to be seen.

Could Ye Mo have been lying?

Everyone present couldn't help having this thought, their gazes unconsciously settling on Ye Mo.

As for Sister Wu, an exceptionally bright light suddenly burst into her eyes at the sight, and she shrieked excitedly, "Look! There's nothing inside the suit! Sir, surely you believe me now? I told you, I really didn't do any of this..."

She glared fiercely at Ye Mo and said resentfully, "Miss Ye clearly holds a grudge because I nearly spilled tea on her, so she deliberately said all that to slander me!"

Yet Ye Mo remained perfectly composed, without the slightest trace of panic.

"What's the rush?" She rolled her eyes at Sister Wu and said unhurriedly, "There are still plenty of places I haven't cut open, aren't there? For instance..."

She smiled, touching the scissors to the suit's collar. "Here!"

"Or, for another example..." Ye Mo moved the scissors again, pointing to the shoulder. "Here... After all, these are the two best places in a garment to hide something, aren't they?"

The fabric around a suit's collar and shoulders was noticeably thicker. The shoulders in particular, sometimes designed with shoulder pads, were especially suitable for concealing things.

Sister Wu, who had been brimming with excitement and thought she had cleared herself of suspicion, gradually froze as Ye Mo spoke, the delight stiffening on her face.

When she noticed Ye Mo's smiling gaze, she suddenly realized something and shouted in agitation, "You knew all along the talismans were hidden in those two places? You did it on purpose! You deliberately didn't cut them open right away and said all that instead. You were deliberately toying with me?!"

Beaming, Ye Mo replied in a tone that begged for a beating, "Oh, you actually figured it out? That's right, I did it on purpose!" After all, she had 888, her "cheat," with her. 888 had told her long ago where those talismans were hidden.

Sister Wu: "..."

Everyone else present: "..."

You really are going to get beaten up, you know that?!

Shen Yan screamed inwardly, covering his face with one hand, unable to bear watching any longer.

Seriously, why was her personality so awful?

"You-you-you!" Sister Wu's voice shook with fury, and for a moment, she was too angry to speak.

"Ah-I'll kill you!" Sister Wu suddenly screamed and lunged at Ye Mo, her expression savage. "I'll kill you!"

Ye Mo raised her eyelids and silently kicked out once more.

"Ah!"

Sister Wu screamed as her body flew backward again, then hit the floor heavily. Once again, everyone heard her familiar cries of pain.

Ye Miao studied Ye Mo's right leg with a grave expression. "I wanted to ask this earlier, but isn't your strength a little excessive?"

Sister Wu was a grown woman and wasn't exactly light, yet both earlier and just now, Ye Mo had sent her flying with a single kick. No matter how one looked at it, that wasn't normal.

"You noticed?" Ye Mo looked at her in surprise. "I am stronger than most people, but don't worry. I know exactly how much force to use when I kick. At most, her abdomen will be bruised for a few days. There won't be any major problems."

When it came to kicking people, she was a professional!

Looking at her proud expression, Ye Miao said, "...I wasn't complimenting you."

Ye Mo beamed. "I know you're just shy, Third Brother. I'm your own little sister, after all. Deep down, you must be proud of me too! Right?"

Ye Miao shuddered, sickened by her words.

"Ye Mo!" Seeing the siblings chatting as though they had forgotten about the suit, Ye Zhipeng couldn't help reminding her, "Cut the suit open first and take a look!"

Sister Wu's reaction had essentially confirmed that Ye Mo was telling the truth. Otherwise, how could Sister Wu have flown into such a humiliated rage? Still, they ultimately had to see it with their own eyes.

Hearing Ye Zhipeng say this, Ye Mo nodded. "All right, I'll cut it open!"

She kindly reminded Ye Zhipeng, "Dad, prepare yourself." Don't get scared by what you're about to see.

Ye Zhipeng took a deep breath. "I'm ready!"

At that, Ye Mo delayed no further. With the scissors, she deftly cut open the suit's shoulder, then gave it a hard tug.

Riiip-

Accompanied by the teeth-grating sound of fabric tearing, peach blossom talismans with red backgrounds and cinnabar markings fluttered down like snowflakes.

At the sight, Ye Zhipeng's pupils contracted, and his face turned livid again.

Ye Miao picked up a few talismans to show her father. "Dad, look."

The talismans were made of gold paper with red writing. The incomprehensible red symbols looked like blood seeping across the paper, making them rather unnerving. Looking more closely, the talismans were basically all of the same design, presumably the "peach blossom talismans" Ye Mo had mentioned.

Ye Zhipeng looked at them, his expression one of gritted-teeth fury.

Sister Wu, who had been crying out in pain a moment ago, had fallen silent. Or rather, she no longer dared make a sound, afraid of attracting Ye Mo and the others' attention.

"Cut all these clothes open!" Ye Zhipeng said in an extremely chilling tone. The glance he cast at Sister Wu, who lay trembling on the floor, was terrifying too.

But hearing Ye Zhipeng's words, Ye Mo said, "You're making me do all the work? Here, Third Brother, your turn!" She shoved the scissors into Ye Miao's hand.

Ye Miao, who had suddenly been handed a pair of scissors: "..."

After handing him the scissors, Ye Mo went over and sat on the sofa. She beckoned one of the Ye family's servants over and asked with keen interest, "...Are there any tasty pastries at home?"

The servant was a very young woman with delicate, pretty features. As Ye Mo spoke, she kept stealing glances at her, looking rather excited. She seemed to recognize Ye Mo.

Hearing Ye Mo's question, she hurriedly nodded like a chick pecking at grain. "Yes. We have two chefs who are very good at making pastries. One specializes in Chinese pastries, and the other makes Western pastries..."

Ye Mo's eyes couldn't help lighting up at this, and she sighed in wonder. "I'd heard before that some rich families employ lots of private chefs. Now it turns out that's actually true!"