How Could a Sister Compare to Her Younger Sister? Too Bad the Elder Sister Is a Master of Tea

Shen Ning, my blind and worthless fiancé, was bewitched by my pitiful stepsister and publicly called off our engagement at the banquet. As the whole room laughed at her, Ye Wanxi didn't shed a single tear. Instead, she set her sights on the terrifying man seated at the head table: Shen Ning's uncle, top tycoon Shen Jinchen. Her sister used tears to seduce Shen Ning, so Ye Wanxi used her most artful act of innocence to win over the powerful man. She was a cold, discarded woman to everyone else, but in front of Shen Jinchen, she could look at him with reddened eyes, tug at his sleeve, and softly plead, “Uncle, they're all bullying me.” Shen Jinchen knew this thorny rose was putting on an act and deliberately using him as her weapon, yet he became hopelessly addicted, willingly serving as the sharpest blade in her hand. When Shen Ning finally saw his sister's true colors and knelt in the rain, begging Ye Wanxi to take him back, a Rolls-Royce with matching plate numbers pulled up in front of them. The window rolled down. Shen Jinchen, the ruthless and heartless man, put an arm around Ye Wanxi's waist and looked coldly at his nephew. “You dare covet even your aunt by marriage? You must be tired of living.”