The conversation between Ji Fei and Qin Xian ended with a smile, leaving the room in stunned silence. On the faces of Aunt Qin, Yu Xin, and Qin Han flashed brief panic, soon replaced by anger at being exposed.

“What do you mean by that? Are you implying we’re putting on an act?” Aunt Qin’s voice suddenly rose several pitches, her previously delicate demeanor completely gone.

Originally skeptical, Uncle Qin’s expression darkened immediately upon seeing her reaction.

Ji Fei smiled. “What is Auntie talking about? I didn’t mean that. Why would you think so? Such a despicable and shameless act of scheming against your own family—there’s no way you’d do something like that. That’s why I said it must be fate.”

These words nearly made Aunt Qin lose her breath. Her brain short-circuited with rage. Ji Fei was clearly calling her despicable and shameless!

The surrounding murmurs began to rise.

“It does feel a bit like that, doesn’t it?”