The butler instructed the maids to take the mysterious black-haired girl away to rest in the deeper parts of the mansion.
The three Mortefei sisters turned around and returned to the lively banquet hall to continue celebrating the birthday.
The next few hours felt incredibly long to them.
The swirling skirts on the dance floor, the quiet clinking of glasses, the constantly changing delicate pastries on the tables—these noisy, flashy scenes had lost their luster in their eyes, becoming formulaic and tedious.
They completed all the necessary social obligations according to etiquette—clinking glasses, smiling and chatting, accepting invitations when the dance music began—but their minds had long since wandered elsewhere.
The entire evening passed in an atmosphere that seemed lively but was actually hollow, with no particularly memorable incidents or waves.
After the banquet, the night had grown deep, but the Mortefei Mansion did not return to its usual tranquility.
“You’re really something, sneaking around behind my back all day.”
“It’s not what you think.”
From the moment the guests dispersed, Count Motefei and the Countess had a heated argument.
The fierce quarrel echoed through the empty mansion corridors, lingering for a long time.
Meanwhile, the three Mortefei sisters had long since returned to their respective bedrooms, immersed in sweet dreams.
They weren’t curious at all.
They already knew why their parents were arguing—it was all part of the original plot.
It would have been strange if they hadn’t argued.
As for the heroine assigned to the small guest room, she sat alone by the window, looking out at the deep night.
She slept through the night, the weight of uncertainty heavy on her heart.
She also knew why the Count and Countess were arguing—it was because of her.
Because the heroine was Count Motefei’s illegitimate daughter—the fourth Mortefei sister.
Therefore, a fierce argument between Count Motefei and the Countess was inevitable.
A woman couldn’t just swallow that bitter pill without complaint.
Although in reality, the heroine was not Count Motefei’s illegitimate daughter.
She actually had an even more mysterious identity and a more twisted origin story, hiding a huge foreshadowing.
However, Laige Caicai felt it was more because the original plot had some indescribable physical contact between the heroine and the second sister, so they were set as unrelated to avoid suspicion.
Early the next morning, just as the sky was getting light, the three sisters all gathered in the small hall without prior arrangement.
They tacitly chose to have the leftover big cake from yesterday’s birthday banquet as breakfast, paired with a cup of hot, fragrant black tea.
The sweetness of the cake and the slight bitterness of the tea interwoven in the mouth—it was an unparalleled pleasure.
Yesterday they were so busy socializing they were as tired as worms; eating cake now brought this moment of leisure and satisfaction.
However, the three sisters ate their breakfast in complete silence, each minding their own.
The atmosphere was dead.
Should we say they have good chemistry or what?
Laige Caicai and Laige Yulian, because of each other’s strange behavior yesterday, began to suspect if the other’s identity was also problematic.
But in the end, the third sister still obediently followed the plot.
Maybe they were overthinking.
After all, she was a transmigrator.
How could she follow the original plot exactly?
It must have triggered some butterfly effect.
Moreover, the system has rules restricting her.
She absolutely cannot reveal any information about being a transmigrator, not even the slightest hint.
Otherwise, she would be directly killed, and even fall into the eighteen levels of hell to suffer eternal torment.
‘The more you say, the more mistakes. Better to say nothing.’
Meanwhile, the heroine also arrived at the small hall, but she didn’t dare enter.
She just watched the three sisters eat their luxurious breakfast from the side, only envious.
In the end, she could only run to the roadside and eat some of her own stored biscuits, silently vowing in her heart: ‘I will become someone above others.’
This was also a classic plot.
Without the three sisters knowing, the heroine had already started accumulating [Suffering Points].
She was just waiting to explode later and turn the tables to become the master.
Soon, the estate servants came to notify the three sisters and the heroine that the Count wanted to see them.
“This cake is good.”
“No kidding, do you know how much it cost?”
“Are we short on money?”
“There’s nothing we don’t have, except money.”
The three Mortefei sisters weren’t in a hurry.
They leisurely finished their breakfast, even chatted a bit at the table, and then unhurriedly set off, strolling gracefully toward the Count’s study.
They found the black-haired girl already waiting early at the door of the Count’s study.
She couldn’t enter yet, stopped outside by the butler as punishment, and only after everyone was assembled did he open the door for the four sisters to enter.
When the black-haired girl saw the three sisters, she seemed to shrink back, instinctively softening her movements, her eyes darting away, not daring to meet theirs.
That was understandable.
Just yesterday, she had experienced the threats from her older sisters, and that unease and fear were still fresh in her heart.
As for the three sisters, their expressions were uniformly cold and grim, none looking friendly.
That was because their villainess system had gone off again!
This time, it wasn’t a task but a brief system message.
[Mind your character setting!]
[Mind your character setting!]
[Mind your character setting!]
[An important plot is about to begin. Please do not act in a way inconsistent with your identity.]
“Ladies, please come in.”
The butler had personally slowly opened the oak door of the study, then stood to the side with a serious expression, elegantly making a “please” gesture to everyone.
The three sisters and the black-haired girl entered the Count’s study in order.
The butler stepped back and silently closed the heavy door.
Once inside, the three sisters separated, looking very relaxed and at ease.
Laige Caicai unhurriedly walked to the small sofa, sat down elegantly, then crossed her legs, naturally exuding an aristocratic demeanor and temperament in her movements.
Laige Yulian slowly walked toward the bookshelf, her steps light and playful, exuding a lively and nimble aura.
She pretended to be cultured and refined, carefully selecting books.
Laige Fuling slowly walked to the closed curtain and stood quietly, deliberately adjusting her posture and expression to create a calm and slightly melancholic atmosphere, pretending to be a quiet beauty immersed in her own world.
As for the heroine, she stood awkwardly on the high-quality carpet in the center, caught in a dilemma.
She was precisely surrounded by the three sisters from three directions, forming a tight triangular encirclement, like a prisoner about to be punished, isolated and helpless in the middle.
“Ling Xiang, don’t be shy. Have a seat.”
Behind the large solid wood desk sat a middle-aged gentleman in a deep red suit.
His well-tailored suit formed a subtle contrast with the calm indoor atmosphere, appearing slightly flashy.
