Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 1242 - 1220: Tearing Off Their Idol’s Mask
The Royal Family is just that—a Royal Family.
A chandelier, as radiant and abundant as lotus petals, hangs from the hand-carved ceiling, casting a dazzling glow.
Inside the natural pearwood wine cabinet are precious aged private brews.
The sofa is a custom-made genuine leather piece flown in from Italy, with deep black showcasing the uniqueness of this family.
All the furniture is handmade, each piece exquisite.
The floor-to-ceiling curtains directly ahead are open, clearly revealing the hundred-square-meter swimming pool outside.
It is a hundred times more luxurious than the homes of ordinary magnates.
Lan Yurou admired it, unable to resist stepping out of the reception hall, moving along the carved spiral staircase to the upper floor.
The Ya Family castle has many rooms on each floor, with corridors densely lined on both sides.
She had filmed many idol dramas, many of which had scenes of castles.
But here, this was real.
On the walls hang original paintings by famous artists, each a gem that had gone through the Sotheby’s auction house in Switzerland.
It was simply overwhelming to behold.
When she finally stopped, realizing she had gone far, she intended to go downstairs but halted, her beautiful eyes flickering.
Why should she leave?
After all, Ya Qianhuai was the one who invited her in.
Besides, as for this castle, who it belonged to in the future was still uncertain.
She casually pushed open a door.
A room full of wardrobes and shoe cabinets blinded her eyes.
Women are always interested in beautiful clothes and shoes, and Lan Yurou was no exception. Enchanted, she walked in, rifling through everything.
Picking up a piece of clothing casually, they were all custom-made by top brands.
All the clothes were women’s attire, with very youthful styles.
Obviously, this was Chu Xinyue’s dressing room.
Lan Yurou’s eyes held a trace of gloom as she clutched the clothes in her hand.
She came from a poor family and never wore new clothes growing up.
When she first entered the entertainment circle, her economic condition wasn’t great, so she could only watch others wear designer clothes.
After working hard for so many years, she finally owned her personal dressing room, but it was still less than half the size of Chu Xinyue’s.
Many of the custom pieces here are limited editions exclusive to high society. Even now, as a popular actress, she couldn’t buy them.
Why should Chu Xinyue have them?
Her gaze fell on a beautiful dress belonging to Chu Xinyue. Gritting her teeth, she took out a nail clipper from her handbag and ruthlessly slashed the dress, then bundled it up and stuffed it deep in the closet.
In doing so, she finally felt a bit better.
She sauntered around Chu Xinyue’s dressing room in her high heels.
It seemed that this crown princess wasn’t particularly interested in fashion.
Most of the clothes still had their tags or were wrapped in transparent vacuum bags, suggesting they had seldom been worn.
It was simply a waste.
What a waste.
Lan Yurou frowned slightly, casually picking up a scarf from a certain luxury brand.
She had always liked this brand, flying to Europe each season to buy their new items.
However, the scarf Chu Xinyue owned was a limited edition that she could never get her hands on.
An icy glint appeared in her eyes. After a pause, she spread out the scarf and tied it in front of the mirror.
Her beautiful face in the mirror paired with the expensive scarf made quite a match.
She allowed herself a slight smile that soon froze.
No matter how fitting, the scarf wasn’t hers—it was Chu Xinyue’s.
Her eyes flickered, and she bit her lips, pulling out some custom-made designer handbags, dresses, and scarves.
Then, she laid them on the floor, taking pictures with her phone.
Finally satisfied, she returned the items and went downstairs.
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By evening, Chu Xinyue returned from a follow-up visit to the hospital.
Upon entering, a servant informed her that Lan Yurou had visited earlier that afternoon.
She froze.
She had never expected that woman to come by.
The servant mentioned that Lan Yurou had come to see Ya Qianhuai, and the two had spoken for quite a while in the back garden.
This surprised her even more.
Lan Yurou actually dared to come looking for Ya Qianhuai, and he had given her the time of day.
After a few seconds of silence, Chu Xinyue found Butler Pei and asked, "Butler Pei, what did Lan Yurou discuss with Dad this afternoon?"
Without permission from Ya Qianhuai, Butler Pei felt it difficult to divulge much, but his eyes held a hint of pity as he advised:
"Crown Princess, sometimes a woman will stop at nothing to keep a man. Now, that woman is even more formidable, not only entangling with the Crown Prince but also exploiting His Majesty’s weaknesses. You should be cautious."
Chu Xinyue sensed a hint of crisis from his words and knew he would say no more, so she went upstairs.
...
Shortly after returning to her room, Xiaotao, still recuperating, rushed over from the servants’ quarters.
Chu Xinyue frowned, "You should be resting in bed. Why are you coming over here?"
Xiaotao handed her phone over, her face flushed with anger: "Miss, take a look. Isn’t this your scarf, bag, and clothes?"
Suprised, Chu Xinyue took the phone, her expression changing.
The phone screen displayed Lan Yurou’s Weibo homepage.
Just an hour ago, Lan Yurou’s latest Weibo post read:
"^_^ So tired, just got back from shopping. Although my wallet is bleeding, women should pamper themselves a bit more to avoid getting old! Everyone, stay young together! [cutely emoji]"
Below the text was a nine-grid photo set.
Designer handbags, dresses, and scarves were laid out on the floor.
She tapped the images to enlarge them.
Indeed, those items were hers.
Most of her wardrobe was directly curated from top brands by the Ya Family, custom-made for the Royal Family, utterly unobtainable outside.
Lan Yurou had come to the Ya Family today, entered her dressing room, and posted her clothes as her own trophies on Weibo for her fans to see?
Below the post were comments from fans:
"Wow, Yurou, such great taste! Aren’t these all custom-made by top brands?"
"That H Brand scarf, I heard it’s only available to select families! Can’t believe Yurou got one!"
"Our idol is different from the usual starlets; it’s not just about money, but taste, too. These items exude quality! Unlike some stars who look so cheap, everything they wear reeks of Taobao fashion! Love you, idol!"
...
Chu Xinyue frowned, quickly heading to her dressing room.
Upon opening several cabinets, she indeed found signs of rummaging.
She even discovered a scarf of hers with a slash!
Xiaotao followed her in and, seeing the situation, was so angry her wounds ached:
"What is Lan Yurou up to? It’s bad enough she came to the Ya Family, but to sneak into your dressing room too?! Does she mean to say that having taken your man, she’s also claiming your clothes and accessories? And look at those brain-dead fans of hers, even more infuriating... Their beloved idol steals your luxury items to show off in photos, and they’re beside themselves, praising her taste! Please! Those tasteful clothes, bags, hats, and scarves are all yours, Miss! I’d love to tear off their idol’s mask in front of them so they know what kind of person they’re really idolizing!"
[Today’s third update, 6000 words complete]
