Yang Zhen was at home preparing dinner, boiling some noodles and adding a bit of paste to them. On the table was a plate of smashed cucumbers.

The weather was hot in summer, and she didn't have much of an appetite, so she was just going to eat casually. Who knew that before she even touched her chopsticks, Zhao Jieyun came over with Sun Chan.

"Come home with me for dinner, let's celebrate that I've found my daughter."

"Auntie... Congratulations, Auntie! Congratulations, Sun Chan!" Yang Zhen held Sun Chan's hand. From now on, they'd be cousins. What a good thing. The three of them headed to the courtyard together.

On the way, Yang Zhen and Sun Chan started talking about clothing designs, whispering a lot of topics.

Sun Chan told her how to do it, how to cut it. Yang Zhen was having a headache: "I can't do it! I'd better just be a helper. I admire those clothes but I know I can't make them. I've wasted a lot of paper. I'm not as good as you."

Sun Chan laughed and said, "It's nothing. Try and you'll get better."

"I can't, but I have a lot of clothing styles in my mind. I'll have someone draw them out for you to see. If they can be made, I'll feel accomplished."

Sun Chan agreed. In her heart, she thought she should talk to Han Dong. If they could design the clothes, they should be compensated well, considered as a buyout to motivate everyone. At the same time, it would be best to apply for a dedicated fashion brand.

Zhao Jieyun watched the two sisters chatting so happily and felt envious. She thought, if only Yang Yun could be a bit more understanding, how nice would that be?

She always said Sun Chan was vain and a social climber. Just a little interaction with her, and you'd know Sun Chan wasn't like that. Unfortunately, Yang Yun wasn't willing to wholeheartedly get to know someone.

The three of them entered the courtyard together. Yang Xiong and Father Yang were waiting at the door. When they saw Sun Chan coming in, they were very happy: "You've come?"

"Hello." Sun Chan was a bit embarrassed: "Grandpa, Dad."

"Good, good!" Yang Xiong affectionately patted her cheek: "You look just like your mom!"

"Yes, I thought the same." Father Yang laughed: "When I first met you, I felt you looked familiar. It's fate."

Actually, the atmosphere then wasn't good; they intended to blame her. Thinking about it now, it's awkward.

But Sun Chan seemed to have forgotten, smiling as she said, "I'm not as pretty as my mom was when she was young."

Zhao Jieyun laughed, "That's true! I was quite a beauty when I was young. Your dad had to try hard to win me over."

Everyone laughed, and the atmosphere instantly became lively.

Father Yang coughed awkwardly, "Let's eat. Enough with the talk. Call Yun'er down, it's time to eat."

Yang Zhen quickly said, "Okay, I'll go call her." She knew Sun Chan wouldn't go, so she decided to do it herself.

But as soon as she reached the staircase, she saw Yang Yun appearing. Her neck slightly raised, wearing a military green dress with a white belt around the waist, she looked like a small tree standing tall. Yang Yun had carefully dressed up, with makeup and lipstick applied.

Father Yang smiled and said, "Your sister is here."

"Sister? What sister?" Yang Yun said, "I already said you can acknowledge it, but I won't."

"You child..."

Sun Chan said, "It's okay, let's go eat."

Yang Yun didn't think Sun Chan's attitude was magnanimous. Instead, she sneered, "You're good at acting so compliant. Speaking so naturally as if you've already considered the Yang Family your own. I'm the master of this house. If you're sensible, just eat quietly and leave quickly, otherwise I won't be polite."

Zhao Jieyun frowned, "What are you talking about? This is Sun Chan's home too!"

Yang Yun didn't respond, directly sitting down on a chair: "I'm starving, when are we eating."

"Let's eat."

Yang Zhen looked at Sun Chan several times, who smiled back at her, unconcerned.

Everyone sat around the table. Zhao Jieyun sat between Father Yang and Grandpa, next to Father Yang, then Sun Chan, and at the end was Yang Zhen. A table full of dishes—chicken, duck, fish, meat, and a plate of sour and spicy cabbage, along with a plate of shrimp.

Zhao Jieyun smiled, "Last time, I saw you liked these two dishes, so I prepared them specially."

"Thank you, I really do like them. The sour and spicy cabbage is refreshing. The shrimp is delicious too," Sun Chan said with a smile.

Yang Xiong laughed, "If you like it, eat more."

Yang Yun pouted, kept her head down, eating, and scooped a third of the plate of shrimp onto her plate in one go. Everyone frowned slightly but didn't say anything.

Yang Xiong didn't want a peaceful meal to turn into a conflict at the table, so he pretended not to notice and continued eating.

Yang Zhen smiled, "How's your homework going lately?"

"Just the same."

"In your free time, read more. There are still two months until exams. I have some reference books over there..."

"We're eating! Can you stop nagging?" Yang Yun suddenly snapped, "I don't even know what you're doing here, mooching off our meal and still not behaving."

Yang Zhen froze, biting her lip, speechless.

Sun Chan held her hand and shook her head at her.

Yang Xiong kept his head down, eating. Zhao Jieyun sighed and gave Sun Chan a little more shrimp: "If you like it, eat more."

Yang Yun laughed, "Mom, you like it too, let me serve you." As she said this, she reached to get some, but her elbow moved, and the entire plate of shrimp toppled onto the table.

Everyone fell silent.

Yang Yun said, "Sorry, I didn't mean to."

She apologized, but the provocation in her eyes was unmistakable. The shrimp she loved—even if they were ruined, she wouldn't let her have a bite.

Zhao Jieyun stood up abruptly, looking at Yang Yun.

Sun Chan held her arm, "Mom, it's okay."

"Yes, mom, it's just a plate of shrimp. You wouldn't be upset over such a small matter, would you? Or do you think now that you have a sister, your daughter doesn't matter at all? That would make me sad," she said, pouting and pretending to be sad.

"I'll make more!" Zhao Jieyun huffed and left.

Sun Chan quickly followed.

Yang Yun gave her a look, then lowered her head to eat.

Yang Zhen stood up nervously, "I'll go help."

"Enough! What does this have to do with you? Do you really consider yourself part of our family? Mind your own business. Eat your food, and when you're done, just leave!" Yang Yun glared at Yang Zhen.

Yang Zhen was completely furious, "Yang Yun, what do you mean? This house isn't my home? I'm also Grandpa's granddaughter, how come I can't be here? Just because your dad now lives with Grandpa, I can't be here?"

"You dare to talk back?" Yang Yun threw her chopsticks, stood up, ready to hit her.

Yang Zhen grabbed her wrist, gritting her teeth, "Why hit me? Discuss the matter at hand. Isn't it too much for you to bully people like this?"