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He narrowed his eyes, leaning slightly toward her. "Are you sure you\'re not just using this imposter as an excuse to vent all the things you actually want to do to me?"

"!"

Anran visibly flinched, her vibrant smile freezing in place.

For a moment, she was silent, her eyes widening as if she\'d been caught red-handed.

"Hehe~" Then, she forced an awkward laugh, one that was just a bit too suspicious. "How could it be? I wouldn\'t dare!" she stammered, her voice a touch higher than usual.

Wang Xiao\'s expression softened into a mix of amusement and disbelief.

He gave her a look that said really? as he shook his head, a faint smirk on his lips.

"Just checking," he said, not entirely convinced, but willing to let it slide for now.

His tone then shifted, becoming more serious as he gave her a new directive. "Anyway, I need you to check something for me. Look into how many people around the world have returned from the dead recently."

??

Anran\'s curiosity immediately piqued, her mind filled with questions.

Why would he ask about something so strange?

But she also knew better than to press for details.

Curiosity kills the cat, she reminded herself.

And she wasn\'t about to play the role of the cat today.

Instead, she nodded dutifully, her earlier playfulness momentarily subdued as she jotted down his instructions.

"Got it," she replied, slipping back into her more serious mode.

She would simply pass on the task to Luna, who could handle the digging without raising too many eyebrows.

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7:00 PM, Frostgard International Airport*

"Mom, over there."

Xinyue Zhilan glanced up as her eldest daughter pointed ahead, directing her attention to the sleek, modern lines of Frostgard International Airport\'s main terminal.

The evening sky was dark, casting long shadows across the snow-dusted landscape.

The airport was a marvel of futuristic architecture, with its towering glass walls and angular steel beams reflecting the cold beauty of the capital city.

"Are... they waiting for us?" Wang Xueying asked groggily, rubbing her eyes as if she had just woken up from a nap.

Still yawning, she spotted something and pointed toward the left.

Her hair fluttered in the cold wind, partially obscuring her face as she hugged herself to fend off the chill.

Without a second thought, she reached out and snatched the scarf from her sister, Wang Mei, who looked visibly annoyed at the theft.

"Hm?" Xinyue Zhilan, unfazed by her daughters\' bickering, raised her head to see what Xueying was pointing at.

Her sharp eyes narrowed slightly as she took in the scene before them. "It seems so..." she murmured, though confusion flickered across her features.

Before them were two sleek, black Rolls-Royce cars, both the latest models, lined up in a neat row.

It wasn\'t the luxurious cars themselves that caused her to hesitate—after all, in Frostgard, wealth was often on full display—but the fact that a woman stood beside them holding a signboard with her name on it.

That was unexpected.

"Even the driver is so beautiful," Wang Xueying remarked, her voice tinged with playful mischief. "Are you sure Sister Rui didn\'t mistakenly hire someone from the wrong industry to arrange the event?"

Her gaze was fixed on the distance, where the driver—a tall, elegantly dressed woman with striking features—stood waiting.

"Xueying, don\'t speak nonsense," Xinyue Zhilan admonished her daughter with a frown, her voice taking on a more serious tone.

Years of experience had taught her to be wary of situations that seemed too good to be true.

There was something off about this.

She had thoroughly investigated the background of the man Qian Ruixin was marrying; there was no way he could afford such extravagance, especially not for everyone.

She glanced at the two Rolls-Royces again.

Just last month, Xinyue Zhilan had been promoted to partner at her law firm, a position that brought significant income—tens of millions of yuan in a good year with profit-sharing.

Even with her wealth and connections, she could easily distinguish between genuine hosts and hired actors.

The two individuals standing before them did not fit the profile of typical drivers or event staff.

As Xinyue Zhilan and her daughters approached the two figures, her surprise deepened with every step.

The closer they got, the more she began to realize that the two young women before them were not just polished professionals—they had the bearing of aristocratic ladies, exuding a presence that was almost like... indescribable divinity.

\'Are my eyes deceiving me?\' she wondered, her sharp instincts questioning what she was seeing.

Despite their tall figures, with long legs that could easily rival any model\'s, there were unmistakable signs of youthfulness in their faces.

They could hardly be more than teenagers, yet their demeanor and elegance spoke of maturity far beyond their years.

The first girl, standing with a cold, aloof expression, was strikingly beautiful, almost transcendent aura.

She wore a long, white fur coat that draped over her slender form, her pale skin contrasting sharply with the pure whiteness of her attire.

Her hair, as white as freshly fallen snow, framed a perfectly sculpted face that seemed carved from ice itself.

There was something ethereal about her, as if she belonged to a different realm entirely.

Her lips, pressed into a subtle line, were a deep red—like a ripe peach nestled in the snow, inviting yet untouchable.

Beneath the hem of her coat, her legs were exposed from just above the knees, revealing skin that was almost unnaturally white, with round smooth calves that led down to black heels.

Xinyue Zhilan couldn\'t help but wonder if this girl had ever seen the sun?

She radiated a cold, distant beauty that felt simultaneously charming and intimidating, as though she was something to be admired from afar, but never touched.

An inexplicable emotion stirred within Xinyue Zhilan, a mix of awe and caution.

Even as a woman herself, she found it difficult to look at this girl for too long; the attraction was almost overwhelming, like staring at something too bright to fully comprehend.

Her attention then shifted to the second girl, the one holding the sign with her name on it.

They appeared to be sisters, their resemblance striking, yet distinct.

This one had chosen a thin brown overcoat, its simplicity only emphasizing the delicate beauty of the girl beneath.

The vibrant red shade of her lipstick, paired with matching red heels, created a striking and captivating look.

Her light blonde hair cascaded down her face like a waterfall, the soft waves framing her features in a way that made her look both ethereal and melancholic.

Her eyes, a shade of blue so deep they seemed to hold the sky itself, were filled with a quiet, almost sorrowful beauty.

They gave off the impression of a fairy caught in the mortal world, a creature of grace and elegance who seemed slightly out of place.

Xinyue Zhilan found herself entranced, though a small part of her was wary.

This was no definitely ordinary reception.