Aside from Elsa’s room, David and Quinn’s bedroom, and his study, Linda showed Windy every corner of the house. There was no denying it — the Sue family’s villa was truly luxurious. Linda cautiously asked, “Windy, should I move your things into your room?” Her belongings were still in the guest room. “No need. I’ll do it myself,” Windy answered coolly. She didn’t have much. Just a small bag that she could carry easily. Everything in the Sue family seemed peaceful on the surface. Windy slept through the afternoon and only got up around nine at night. She had specifically told Linda not to call her for dinner — she needed to catch up on sleep. David and Quinn didn’t think much of it. They figured the child just wasn’t used to the new environment yet. So the three of them happily ate dinner together, not sparing a single thought for the daughter still sleeping upstairs. After they finished eating— Windy finally woke up. Linda had kept Windy’s food warm the whole time. The moment she saw Windy get up, she hurried to the kitchen to bring the hot meal out. She watched her with a heart full of pity. Windy was so thin. She looked malnourished. But at least now… she was home. … The next morning. Quinn, David, and Elsa were sitting together at the dining table, chatting and laughing over breakfast. The moment they saw Windy, the smiles froze on their faces. They still weren’t used to having an extra person in the house. No one had thought to call her down for breakfast. Linda assumed she was still sleeping and hadn’t gone to wake her either. Windy ignored their awkward expressions, walked over to the table, pulled out a chair, and sat down. “Windy, how did you sleep last night? Are you getting used to everything?” Quinn asked warmly as Linda placed breakfast in front of her. Windy only lifted her eyes after Linda set down the food. “Not good. Very bad.” The three of them: “…” David assumed she wasn’t used to the new environment yet. He asked, “What’s wrong? Is the bed uncomfortable?” “The room’s too small. I’m not used to it,” Windy said casually while eating. What! The three of them were stunned. She thought the room was too small? Wasn’t it better than anything she’d had in the countryside? Was she deliberately looking for trouble? Elsa was secretly delighted. She hadn’t even needed to lift a finger, and Windy was already starting to act out. Go ahead, act up — act until even Mom and Dad couldn’t stand her. Just as Quinn was about to scold her, Windy’s indifferent voice sounded again. “Back when I slept under bridges and on the streets, the air was much fresher. Last night, the room felt too stuffy.” She spoke without any expression, but her words left everyone at the table utterly speechless. Slept under bridges? And she dared to say that out loud? Quinn took a deep breath. She had to accept the shameful past this child carried. “Later, let Linda take you around to look at the other rooms. See if you find one you like. Now that you’re home, don’t bring up the past anymore.” Elsa quickly chimed in with her sweet voice. “Dad, Mom, how about I show Windy around? I’m free anyway.” Quinn snapped out of her thoughts at Elsa’s words, her tightly furrowed brow relaxing. Looking at her excellent daughter, her lips curved upward again. “You’re always so busy. You still have to practice the piano. Don’t mess around.” She spoke in a scolding tone full of affection and joy. “Mom, I like Windy. I’ll just practice more later tonight,” Elsa said, clinging to Quinn affectionately. Quinn smiled indulgently. “Alright, alright. If my precious daughter says so, what can I say? Go ahead.” But when she turned to Windy, her warmth vanished. Only coldness remained. “If you need anything for the room, just let me know.” David watched all this silently. He was pleased with Elsa’s behavior. He spoke in a formal tone to Windy, “Elsa will show you around later. Windy, if you have any questions, ask your sister.” After breakfast— Elsa looped her arm through Windy’s and headed upstairs. Windy pulled her arm away immediately. She felt sick to her stomach. The chill seeped into her bones. Elsa was upset by the rejection, but kept her smile firmly in place. First, Elsa showed Windy her own room. She was deliberately showing off how big and beautiful it was. So what if Windy was the real daughter of the Sue family? In their parents’ hearts, Elsa was the one who mattered most. She thought Windy would be burning with jealousy, driven mad by envy over how pretty her room was. But she was wrong. Windy looked at the room, easily several times larger than hers, without a hint of emotion. She only said calmly, “Not bad.” Elsa had wanted to stab her pride — but Windy’s light response made her uncertain. Suppressing her irritation, Elsa took her to the third floor. The third floor held David and Quinn’s bedroom. “Windy, this is Dad and Mom’s room. But let me warn you — without their permission, you’re absolutely not allowed to enter. Mom would be furious.” She pressed her hands against the door and gently pushed it open. Her message couldn’t have been clearer. Elsa was allowed in freely. But Windy wasn’t. Elsa was the exception in this family. And so was Windy — but in the opposite way. Windy’s lips curled into a cold, mocking smile. Elsa’s enthusiasm was so overwhelming, it would be rude not to repay her somehow. Elsa spent another half an hour leading Windy through every corner of the Sue family villa. When they were done— “Windy, you’ve seen everything. Which room do you like?” Elsa wore her perfect fake smile. Windy smiled too — a strange, chilling smile. She swallowed her hatred. Not yet. There’s still plenty of time. I’ll drag this precious princess down from the clouds, into the filth where she belongs. Then I’ll stab her through the heart, again and again, until she tastes the agony I suffered. Pretending? I can pretend better than anyone. Windy arched an eyebrow, pretending to be dissatisfied. “Is that it?” “Ah… uh, Windy, you…” Elsa hadn’t expected that question. The Sue family villa had dozens of rooms, and it still wasn’t enough? Where did this penniless peasant girl get the nerve to complain? Windy smiled faintly and simply stared at Elsa. “I’ve got my eye on two rooms. I can’t decide between them. Why don’t you help me pick?” Elsa secretly let out a sigh of relief. She had been worried Windy would make some outrageous demand. Turns out, she just couldn’t decide between two rooms. Heh. Whatever she picked, it wouldn’t compare to her own room anyway. Let her get used to being second best. My dear sister — we’ve got a long road ahead of us. Hiding her glee, Elsa waited for Windy to continue. Windy frowned thoughtfully. “I think the third-floor master bedroom and your room are both nice. I can’t decide. Why don’t you choose one for me?” The smile visibly fell from Elsa’s face. Her eyes flashed with anger Her fingers clenched into fists. That was her room! Every single piece of furniture had been imported from overseas. Even the trash can was a limited edition from LV. How could some backwater country girl be so shameless, daring to claim her room — and her parents’ room — as options? Was she insane? How could she even say something that stupid out loud?