Although Lady Three scolded Zhao Changhe, deep down, she knew that Xia Chichi was technically the first to come along. If it was not for Vermillion Bird’s disapproval, the two would have happily married long ago.0

This meant that, ultimately, she was the one playing the role of a meddling fox spirit stealing someone else’s man.0

The more she thought about how she had just reprimanded Xia Chichi with all that stern authority, the more she dreaded the prospect of her inevitable social death once Xia Chichi eventually found out. Sure, Vermillion Bird’s social death would be even more mortifying, but who was really keeping score in such scenarios?0

And it’s all because of this stupid pig—stranded on some remote island, talking about sheltering me from the storm, offering me a so-called home.0

“It’s all your fault, you stupid pig!” Lady Three fumed, her fists pounding against Zhao Changhe’s chest. “It’s all your fault...”0

Forget about a home, she had even lost her father. She had always held out hope for some hidden reason, an explanation for his actions that would...0