Chapter 119: Opportunities Are All Self‑Made

Yun Ruojin held her nose up to the sky, her proud demeanor resembling a rooster in battle.

To overwhelm the other party with presence, Yun Ruojin even dressed lavishly, adorning herself with numerous glittering jewels.

She was practically a walking jewelry rack.

Even in the dimly lit park, Lu Xiwán could spot the sparkling Yun Ruojin at a glance.

"Miss Yun truly comes from a wealthy family."

Lu Xiwán nodded pensively, her expression solemn as she sat down in the chair.

Could it be that Yun Ruojin actually knows her secret?

Lu Xiwán silently pondered in her heart.

Unexpectedly, Yun Ruojin failed to catch Lu Xiwán's sarcasm, became even more proud, and deliberately flaunted the massive gemstone ring on her hand.

"That's our Yun Family's wealth; it's not something an ordinary person like you can match."

The two things Yun Ruojin has ever been most proud of are her beautiful face and her abundant family wealth.

"Miss Yun, calling me out in the middle of the night isn't just to show off your jewelry, is it?"

Lu Xiwán frowned, fearing she might hear that answer from Yun Ruojin's mouth.

But she has been very cautious these years, working hard to avoid being recognized.

"Of course I know your secret; you've actually been imitating the missing Mrs. Fu, haven't you?"

"Even the way you're now pretending not to want much contact with A Jue is just an act!"

Yun Ruojin, looking as if she'd grasped the truth, swayed her head with smug satisfaction.

Lu Xiwán burst into laughter at those words.

"Is that all?"

Lu Xiwán indeed hadn't put much effort into changing her style, but that's not why Yun Ruojin drew that conclusion.

"There are so many similar people in the world; I just happen to resemble Mrs. Fu,"

"No one ever mandates that you can't wear the same style of clothing, right?"

As long as it isn't a matter of status, Lu Xiwán isn't scared at all.

The lingering anxiety finally settled.

"If I tell A Jue about this now, he'll know you're a woman who will stop at nothing to climb the ladder!"

The threat was spoken with confident smugness.

Yun Ruojin lifted her chin, quietly waiting for Lu Xiwán to kneel and beg for mercy.

One second later, she saw a hint of defiance on Lu Xiwán's face, and even laughed out loud!

"Miss Yun, if you think this works, go ahead and make a complaint."

Lu Xiwán was eager for Fu Sijue to stop entangling with her.

Dealing with his daily tests and suspicions was exhausting.

Yun Ruojin was nearly so angry she felt a heart attack coming; the necklace around her neck pressed so tightly she could barely breathe.

Facing Lu Xiwán's sense of powerlessness probably stemmed from this woman seeming to fear nothing.

It was as if she had no weaknesses at all.

She cared about nothing.

"Miss Yun, if you only want to say these meaningless words, just send a message next time; there's no need to waste time like this."

Yet it made her live in fear for such a long time.

Lu Xiwán slapped her buttocks, stood up, and left without taking a single cloud with her.

Yun Ruojin had been excited for a while, thinking she could eliminate a major internal threat, only to end up like this, her teeth grinding with hatred.

She clenched her fingers into a fist, her gaze as sharp as a blade fixed on Lu Xiwán's retreating silhouette.

She wanted to see how long that little scoundrel Xi Wan could remain arrogant.

She had solved a major worry.

That night, Lu Xiwán slept soundly, drifting off until noon the next day.

At home, only she and a few servants remained, as expected.

Having nothing to do, Lu Xiwán happily sat on the swing outside, enjoying the rare afternoon.

Yun Ruojin, however, was far from relaxed.

She had been tormented by Lu Xiwán's matter all night, running back and forth just to find evidence.

Finally, by the next noon, she placed the materials on Fu Sijue's desk.

"What is this again?"

Fu Sijue didn't even glance at it, instead furrowing his brows as he looked at the proud‑faced Yun Ruojin.

"I know you like Xi Wan only because she looks a lot like the missing Mrs. Fu."

"But A Jue, open your eyes and see clearly!"

Yun Ruojin immediately opened the file folder and shook out all the photos inside.

"When someone told me about this yesterday I was skeptical, but look at these comparisons!"

Yun Ruojin tirelessly presented many photos of clothing for comparison, eventually reaching a conclusion.

"Look at how closely these outfits match in height…"

"And their style—Xi Wan is clearly deliberately imitating Lu Xiwán!"

She, as if seeking credit, displayed a few chat records.

Yun Ruojin: Could you help me look at this person's photo and tell me what you can see?

Doctor: This face has been altered medically; although it's hard to tell from the photo, it's evident that her features have undergone extensive modification.

The doctor's solemn oath sounded as if he had seen Lu Xiwán herself.

Yun Ruojin: Then what about the comparison of these two photos?

Doctor: If there were no blood relation, such similarity would basically not occur, let alone the physique being so alike…