A woman who is not ruthless will not have a stable position.

  Liu Ayi reluctantly handed over two sentences, unwillingly took out a piece of clothing from the young lady's room and gave it to Shen Xiangyu, then turned around and went downstairs.

  Shen Xiangyu looked at her own disheveled appearance and decided to take a shower first. As she stood up, however, she discovered that her skirt was nowhere to be found. She had clearly brought it with her and placed it right here, so could it be that Liu Ayi had taken it?

  Then she ran downstairs without even washing up, "Aunt Liu, have you seen that pink bag of mine?"

  "What's with the pink bag?" Aunt Liu looked at the soup in the casserole and seemed to suddenly remember something, asking: "Are you talking about that sloppy bag and a piece of clothing?"

  "Yes, it's the bag I brought."

  "Ah, that's Miss Shen's bag, I thought it was so dirty, so I threw it in the trash can. You know, madam hates such sloppy things. If I didn't throw it away, I..." This remark was clearly a veiled insult, but Shen Xiangyu didn't have the heart to pay attention to her words and even ran out of the kitchen before she finished speaking, only knowing that Liu Ayi had thrown her skirt into the trash can. If it were something else, it would be fine, but that was the last gift from her father.

  Watching her run out, Liu Ayi secretly smiled and muttered: "Still thinking you're the young lady from back then? Young Madam Lu, now you are nothing."

  Shen Xiangyu ignored the stench from the garbage and reached out to flip open one trash can after another, searching for her skirt. She had to find it, even if it was dirty and couldn't be washed clean again, losing its former beauty. It was also her most precious treasure.

  At last, she found that dress which had been soiled beyond recognition deep inside the trash heap. Only then did she breathe a sigh of relief and walk out from the garbage dump.

  Suddenly, a clear and crisp voice called out to her: "Xinyu!"

  She stopped in her tracks, turned her head to the side and saw a bright figure walking towards her. The tall and slender figure was wearing a colorful Bohemian long dress with a beige woven belt around her waist. This fresh and lovely woman was none other than Mo Ya Zhen, the apple of Mo Bo's eye, and her childhood friend who had grown up together. She had heard from Mo Bo that day that Xiao Ya was returning to the country, but she didn't expect it to be today.

  Mo's uncle also walked in with her. Mo Zhengzhong furrowed his brow and asked, "Xinyu, how did you end up like this?"

  "Yes, Xinyu, you really do look like you just came out of a dumpster." Mo Yajuan chimed in with a smile, seemingly without malice or sarcasm.

  Xin Yu smiled coldly in her heart, and was indeed hit by Xiao Ya's words. She had come from the trash heap. Without explanation, Xiao Ya laughed and said: "Xin Yu, go to my room to take a bath, change your clothes, let's go."

  As she spoke, Xiaoya pulled her hand and walked towards her own room. Shen Xiangyu's hand was tightly grasping the skirt, without looking, she also knew how embarrassed she was.

  In the bathroom, hot air filled the entire space, water slowly fell down her face, casually stroking her thin body, sending away that disgusting smell. Slender fingers pushed aside the water on her face, and her eyes slightly opened to look at herself in the mirror.

  Just quietly looked for a few minutes, then turned off the water, dried his body, and was about to walk out of the bathroom when he heard a knock at the door.

  "Xīn yú, is me, I'll get you clothes, can you open the door?"

  Shen Xiangyu pushed open the door and reached out to take her clothes, she exclaimed in surprise: "Ah, Xiangyu, how did your hands become so rough?"

  Xue Xianyu just smiled faintly, put on her clothes and walked out of the room. Xiao Ya got up and walked over, "Mom said we're going downstairs to eat, let's go."

  As they spoke, the enthusiastic girl grasped her arm and headed outside. Xiaoya was still as clear-headed and likable as ever. Since childhood, due to their families' relationship, they would often play together, attending the same kindergarten, primary school, middle school, and high school. They played and had fun together, but whether in childhood or adulthood, Xinyu always seemed more lovable, with both boys and adults being more partial to her. She was always the one leading Xiaoya, who followed behind her.

  But now it's different, she is the one who is lovely and beautiful, so this sense of superiority has turned into a passion.

  In the dining hall, Mo Zhengzhong and his wife Tang Lin were already seated. Seeing their daughter Xiao Ya walk in, they had smiles all over their faces.

  Xiaoya smiled like a spoiled girl, hugged her father and mother, then sat down next to her mother, looked at the dishes on the table, smiled even more brightly, and excitedly said: "Aunt Liu, you still understand me, these are all my favorite dishes."

  Liu Ayi smiled warmly and said to Miss Xiaoya: "I don't dare take credit for this, all of these were prepared by the madam for you."

  "Thank you, Mommy. Let me try this first." Xiaoya picked up a piece of scallion roasted pork ribs and put it in her mouth, humming a sound, then picked up another piece and put it in Shen Xinyu's bowl, saying: "Xinyu, you also taste my mommy's craftsmanship."

  The person sitting next to Xiaoya, Shen Xiangyu, had been silent the whole time. When Xiaoya gave her some food, she nodded slightly and murmured a faint "uh-huh", then put the pork rib that Xiaoya had given her into her mouth. Xiaoya was taken aback, knowing that Shen Xiangyu had never eaten scallions since childhood and would feel nauseous at the mere touch of them. She had thought to see Shen Xiangyu lose her composure, but unexpectedly, this time she ate it without hesitation.

  Xian Yu did not eat before, but after experiencing a few years of life inside, she didn't have the right to be picky about food. She had to adapt. In fact, it was only after coming out that she really needed to adapt to these environments and people.

  After dinner, she wanted to ask Mo's father some questions, but was pulled down by Xiaoya's enthusiasm and sat in the living room eating fruit and chatting.

  They talked about Xiaoya's experience studying in the US over the past few years, majoring in finance. She spoke eloquently about her first internship at an investment company on Wall Street and the excitement she felt when sharing her achievements. Mo Zhengzhong and Tang Lin listened with a mix of relief and pride.