Chapter 4: Can It Cry?

Her arm froze mid-air, and in the end, she didn’t strike down.

If it weren’t for this adopted daughter, they wouldn’t have been able to climb into the Si family. Usually, her quiet endurance was overlooked, but if she truly made a scene, they would actually be somewhat wary.

Yun Chuxia cast them a cold glance and turned back to her room.

The engagement dress delivered yesterday hung quietly in the wardrobe—softly gleaming white satin. Beside it lay a handwritten card from Si Haochen.

“I look forward to seeing you wear it. — Haochen”

As always, just a signature, no form of address.

Yun Chuxia had once thought it was simply his customary way of expressing himself. Now, it seemed he was merely seeing others through her.

Yet this time, it would make her plans proceed more smoothly.

She carefully placed the dress and the card back into their box and silently recalled the female lead identity mentioned by the online commentators.

Since the original female lead had returned, this dress should be returned to its rightful owner.

Si Haochen, I look forward to seeing your fiancée replaced tomorrow.

Yun Chuxia sat by the bed, resting her chin on her hand, pondering her next move.

All her identification documents had been hidden by Zhao Jingrou; she couldn’t leave Yancheng.

And once tomorrow’s engagement banquet was over, the truth that she was merely a substitute would be fully exposed. The Yun family would certainly no longer tolerate her presence.

In recent years, the Yun family had strictly controlled her circle of friends to better manage her, forbidding her from working outside.

Zhao Jingrou regularly replenished her clothes and cosmetics, but her monthly allowance was a mere 500 yuan—and often “forgotten” altogether.

They demanded she maintain her beauty but feared she might lose control.

Yun Chuxia checked her balance and sighed.

She definitely couldn’t afford a hotel, and renting a place was currently unrealistic.

Si Yuchuan had only promised something a year later; before then, he might not offer her much protection.

She pressed her brows tightly and covered her head with her hands, instinctively tugging at her hair. There had to be a way out.

The phone rang. Yun Chuxia glanced at the screen and quickly answered.

Si Yuchuan’s usually cold voice was tinged with a hoarse, restrained chuckle:

“Yun Chuxia, will you call me?”

Her face instantly burned red, her ears feeling as if set aflame.

Even with little experience, she knew exactly what those words meant at this moment.

Suppressing the urge to hurl the phone away, she gritted her teeth:

“On conditions.”

“Hmph.”

Si Yuchuan couldn’t help but laugh softly, finding it increasingly amusing. Lazily, he turned over:

“Go on.”

“I want a job and to be paid three months’ salary in advance.”

In the darkness, Si Yuchuan raised an eyebrow. That was it?

Yun Chuxia went on earnestly:

“President Si, though I lack work experience, I graduated from Yancheng University. I’m hardworking, eager to learn, ambitious, and responsible...”

“Enough,” Si Yuchuan’s tone turned cold: “I’ve heard enough.”

Yun Chuxia immediately fell silent; she could sense his mood souring even through the phone.

After a moment’s hesitation, she asked tentatively:

“...Should I call?”

Beep—the call was abruptly ended.

Yun Chuxia stared at the ceiling in speechless disbelief. For the first time, she thought having the commentators’ reminders wasn’t such a bad thing; otherwise, she didn’t know how many pitfalls she’d stumble into with such a mercurial boss.

But it seemed they only appeared at crucial plot points.

She curled up under the covers, determined to conserve her strength and wait for tomorrow.