Upon hearing these words, the guests speculated about the identity of the girl in front of them: "This young lady is..."

Vivi gave a slight smile, as if waiting for the guest’s question, and walked to Liang Anya’s side, gently taking her hand:

"My mistake, I didn’t see Miss Liang earlier, so I didn’t introduce her to everyone. This here is Miss Liang Anya, a Chinese, she just arrived not long ago, and is the biological mother of Miss Miyasha."

Si Yuheng had gained a daughter, a fact slightly heard of by the guests attending the banquet today.

So this Asian girl is the one who bore a daughter for Si Yuheng?

The stares landed on Liang Anya, her body felt hot, and her palms were sweaty.

Moments ago, she wanted to silently pass through the crowd quickly, avoiding such a scene—to be scrutinized like an animal in a zoo.

Such scrutinizing glances obviously were not kind, most of them were full of contempt.

Vivi intentionally singled her out, drawing everyone’s attention to her, placing her in the eye of the storm.

She looked towards Vivi.

After introducing her to the guests, Vivi turned her head and met her displeased gaze, smiling: "Why didn’t Miss Liang dress up a bit prettier to enjoy herself? Where did Beth run off to, not accompanying you? Letting Miss Liang look like a servant, exhausted and disheveled, running around everywhere! I’ll definitely punish her properly later."

With these words, the guests’ glances at Liang Anya carried an indescribable contempt.

The Master of Beiming Hall didn’t treat this woman who bore a child for him very well.

In fact, she’s even less than the mistresses around him.

At least, the few mistresses could dress magnificently and attend the birthday banquet.

But this Asian girl actually went to the kitchen to cook on such an important day.

Her insignificant place in the man’s heart was evident.

Initially, the guests were a bit hesitant to discuss Liang Anya’s identity too loudly, but now, the chatter was unrestrained.

Liang Anya didn’t care for the gossip, turned to Vivi: "It’s not Beth’s fault, the Hall Master instructed me to make him a cake, I just finished it and am about to deliver it."

Though this was the truth, Vivi’s expression subtly changed upon hearing it, her smile froze. Was this a provocation, or a boast?

Suppressing her inner fluctuations, Vivi pursed her lips: "Today’s an important day for the Hall Master, with so many servants, how could we let Miss Liang do menial work? How about I have a servant deliver it for you, you can relax with Kasey and the others, change your clothes."

Liang Anya was moved.

Like Kasey?

To hell with being like Kasey. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

Why should she be like his mistress?

Dressed flamboyantly, presenting herself as Beiming Hall Master’s mistress in front of the guests?

Disgusting!

"No need. The Hall Master had the butler instruct, let me personally deliver it." Her mood was completely disturbed by Vivi, no longer wanting to stay, she turned to walk towards the spiral stairs.

...

Having been here for so long, she had never been to the top floor.

When she stopped in front of the luxurious wooden door, Liang Anya raised her hand, unable to knock for a long time.

Everyone treated her as his mistress, maybe even including him—

She did indeed regard herself as his mistress, slowly starting to meet his demands, now making him cakes, delivering them... what would be next?

After two silent seconds, she restrained her inner fluctuation, and knocked down.

...

In the multifunctional room, Si Yuheng was reclining on the corner sofa with his eyes closed, resting.

Having drunk a little at the birthday banquet, though he had rested for a while, there was still some restlessness, the shirt collar was open, revealing his muscular lines.

"Knock knock" two sounds. His long lashes opened, knowing it was Liang Anya.

"Come in." The voice, slightly hoarse due to alcohol, floated out.

Liang Anya walked in with a tray, went to the coffee table, and placed the cake on it.

"This is the birthday gift for the Hall Master."

Si Yuheng glanced at the cake, putting one leg down from the coffee table, teasingly said: "So obedient, have you come to your senses?"

Liang Anya remained courteous: "I just hope the Hall Master will release the King and Queen."

This sentence broke Si Yuheng’s good mood, his smile froze on his lips: "You made the cake for the King and Queen?"

No wonder this woman was so obedient, willing to prepare a birthday gift for him, it was actually for two dogs!

She didn’t answer him directly, paused for a moment: "The birthday gift has been delivered, may I leave?"

He coldly watched her turning towards the door and walking away: "I never agreed to release the King and Queen."

This woman, even pleaded superficially!

Does she think he’s sure to agree? What a joke!

Liang Anya, you deserve to be treated harshly!

She stopped in her tracks, turned around, clenching her fists: "Is it interesting for you to take your temper out on two dogs?"

Her emotional fluctuation for two dogs was even greater than towards him!

Si Yuheng’s gaze chilled: "Those are my dogs, none of your business." Saying so, he snapped his fingers.

A subordinate rushed in: "Does the Hall Master have any instructions?"

"Pull the King and Queen out." He gave the order emotionlessly, yet before Liang Anya could breathe a sigh of relief, "Cook them into a dog meat hotpot."

The subordinate was shocked: "Ah?"

Liang Anya’s face also turned pale.

"Need me to repeat?" He ignored her, his gaze sharp and direct towards the subordinate.

The subordinate didn’t dare to ask more questions, had to carry out the orders.

"...Wait..." Liang Anya reacted, calling out a few times, but couldn’t stop the subordinate, only hearing the door slam shut, her body shook, realizing Si Yuheng wasn’t joking, he meant it.

She turned around fiercely, looking at Si Yuheng in disbelief: "Si Yuheng, stop your men at once, are you mad? What did the King and Queen do wrong? They were raised by you!"

"Making me unhappy is a mistake. True, as you said, they were raised by me, whether to live or die, I decide. None of your business?"

She clenched her fists tightly, suppressing her temper: "Si Yuheng, eating dog meat hotpot this season causes nosebleeds!"

"Then don’t trouble yourself over it." He slowly let down the rolled sleeve, stood up with a flourish, one hand pocketing: "Anything else? If not, I have to go downstairs to entertain guests."

She panicked, caught up: "Wait, Si Yuheng... don’t go... you’re joking, right... you’re not really going to make them into a dog meat hotpot?"

His step halted, he stopped abruptly, his crocodile leather shoes making a squeaky sound on the smooth marble floor, he turned around.

Stopping too suddenly, Liang Anya followed too closely, unable to stop and bumped into his chest, nearly falling into his embrace.

He took advantage of the moment to grab her still-not-removed apron, pulled her harshly to him, a cold voice cracked: "Sacrificing the lives of the King and Queen, I also feel a bit regretful, but—using it to remind you not to provoke me again, is quite worthwhile."