Even though so much time had passed in her previous life, when Bai Chengxuan came back to retrieve it for her, the notebook had still been there—
Wait.
Yun Manxia’s cold eyes suddenly narrowed.
Bai Chengxuan had long been secretly involved with Yun Yiyi behind her back. Who knew where he had actually gotten the notebook from?
The destination of the notebook immediately became almost certain in her mind.
She stood up and walked out.
Just in time to see Yun Yiyi returning.
“Manxia, you’re back?” Yun Yiyi looked like a caring older sister. “What happened? Why do you look so pale?”
Yun Manxia glanced at her. “I lost something valuable. Did any of you go into my room?”
Yun Hong became furious. “What do you mean by that? Are you suspecting your own family?!”
Yun Manxia said calmly, “The item was kept at home. If no one here took it, then it must have been an outsider. I just wonder what kind of thief is so capable that they could sneak in here and steal something without being noticed.”
“Maybe a servant accidentally lost it while cleaning,” Xia Lian quickly smoothed things over. “Manxia, what exactly did you lose?”
“My mother’s notebook.”
At once, no one spoke.
Everyone knew about that notebook. Someone had once offered tens of millions to buy it, but Yun Manxia had refused. It was indeed something valuable.
The servants were quickly called over and lined up.
Hearing that the lost item was worth tens of millions, their faces changed. No one dared to admit anything.
Yun Yiyi’s expression remained calm as she sighed helplessly. “Manxia, the servants don’t understand these things. How would they know it’s valuable? Maybe it was just accidentally lost while cleaning. Ignorance is no crime—don’t pursue it. Even if you find someone, they couldn’t afford to compensate you even if they lost everything. Are you trying to drive someone to death? Just let it go!”
The servants immediately looked at her with gratitude.
At the same time, they began to resent Yun Manxia. As expected, the Third Miss was not as kind as the Second Miss. Was she really trying to force them to death?
Yun Manxia let out a cold laugh and said slowly—
“My cabinet was locked. Unless someone deliberately stole it, there’s no way it could be taken. So it couldn’t have been lost during cleaning. I called everyone here out of consideration for the years you’ve served the Yun family—to give you a chance to confess. Or do you think I have no evidence?”
“But since you don’t want to cherish that chance, then let’s call the police. Let the law decide what happens!”
As she spoke, she took out her phone and prepared to make a call.
Yun Yiyi’s heart skipped a beat, and she instinctively asked, “What evidence?”
Yun Manxia’s gaze darkened slightly as she looked at her. “I installed a camera in my room—on the upper right corner of the desk. Didn’t you notice?”
Yun Yiyi’s face instantly changed.
Thinking carefully, there really had been something that looked like a camera on Yun Manxia’s desk!
Seeing that Yun Manxia was really about to call the police, she panicked and rushed forward, snatching the phone.
In an instant, everyone stared at her.
Yun Manxia’s eyes turned playful. “Second Sister, what are you doing?”
“I…” Yun Yiyi forced a smile. “I just remembered—the notebook might be with me.”
“Oh?” Yun Manxia’s tone was ambiguous. “After all that questioning earlier, you didn’t remember. But now that I’m calling the police, you suddenly do?”
The servants’ gazes toward Yun Yiyi became subtle.
Before, the blame might have fallen on them, and Yun Yiyi had spoken up for them, so they were grateful. But now that they realized they might have been taking the blame for her, it felt different.
Yes, wasn’t the timing of her memory a bit too coincidental?
Under everyone’s gaze, Yun Yiyi felt like she was sitting on pins and needles.
While inwardly cursing Yun Manxia, she forced herself to explain with a stiff smile, “Earlier, Cousin Lingwei came to our house and said she wanted to take a look. So I went into your room to get it. Then I forgot to return it. Too much time passed, and I accidentally forgot…”
The “Cousin Lingwei” she mentioned was the daughter of Yun Manxia’s uncle.
“Oh, is that so?” Yun Manxia gave a faint, cool smile. “Then please return it to me. Also, that’s my mother’s relic, and it’s very valuable. Second Sister, you’d better not touch it casually in the future. Otherwise, people might think you deliberately stole it.”
Yun Yiyi’s smile stiffened completely. Gritting her teeth, she said, “…Alright, I’ll go find it.”
The item was quickly brought out. It was inside a password box, with the notebook stored within.
With one glance, Yun Manxia knew that Yun Yiyi had likely never managed to open the box since stealing it.
She accepted the box and returned to her room to pack her belongings.
Everything related to her mother, along with anything she considered important, was packed away. In the end, she filled an entire suitcase.
Her stepmother Xia Lian came to the doorway and her expression changed. “Manxia, what are you doing? Are you not planning to come home anymore?”
“I’m already married. I have my own home now, so it wouldn’t be appropriate to come back.”
Thinking of Bai Hedu, Yun Manxia felt a warmth in her heart. Even her casual words carried a trace of sweetness.
Yes, this place was no longer her home. It hadn’t been ever since her mother passed away—it was just that she hadn’t seen it clearly before.
From now on, wherever Bai Hedu was—that would be her home.
“There’s no need to take so many things. If others see, who knows what misunderstandings might arise,” Xia Lian said in a gently reproachful tone.
“No, I’d feel safer taking them. What if they get ‘accidentally lost’ again at home?”
Yun Yiyi, who had just walked over, turned pale and flushed at the same time upon hearing this. Even her usual gentle smile couldn’t hold.
Yun Manxia ignored them, pulling her suitcase toward the door. Just as she was about to leave, she suddenly remembered something.
She turned back, picked up something that looked like a camera from the corner of the desk—
—and threw it into the trash.
Yun Yiyi: “?”
“Oh, I forgot to mention—it’s just a decoration, not a real camera,” Yun Manxia said with an innocent yet meaningful tone. “I only wanted to trick the person out. I never expected it would be you, Second Sister.”
Seeing Yun Yiyi’s nearly twisted expression, Yun Manxia felt pleased as she dragged her suitcase out of the house.
When she had come, she took a taxi. Now, she took one back as well.
Upon returning to Yujing Garden, the moment she entered, she sensed something was off.
The servants were startled to see her back, but none of them stepped forward to explain. Instead, they all subconsciously glanced upstairs.
That look held anticipation, schadenfreude, and a hint of eagerness to watch a show—
Yun Manxia’s show.
Before she could ask what was happening, she heard noise coming from upstairs—
“These, these—throw them all out! Who put all this mess in here? Didn’t I say this is my room? No one is allowed to enter without permission?!”