Ren's throat tightened. The air felt sharp and heavy.
If a woman could kill someone with just her presence, Ren knew Lan Xinyue would be that woman, because her presence was that heavy.
Lan Xinyue's gaze didn't shift. Her voice came, calm, monotone, carrying no hint of warmth.
"Lan Xue… we do not treat guests like this. He came here to see your sister. Is this what you have learned in your time with this family?"
Xue's head bent lower, her earlier arrogance completely gone. She didn't even attempt to defend herself. Her voice came small.
"I'm sorry, First Mother. I… I was wrong."
Her tone trembled, but she didn't raise her head. She knew too well—arguing in front of Lan Xinyue was the fastest way to death.
Ren blinked at the sight. Just moments ago, this woman was practically clawing at him, ready to devour him. Now, she was like a scolded child.
Xinyue's gaze turned to him. Slowly, her pale eyes traced him from head to toe.
"…So, you are the one."
