Nie Lingxi gently pushed open the door to the study. She saw Nie Lingshan sitting before her dressing mirror, her back to the entrance. Her shoulders were trembling slightly, as if she were still sobbing.
She slowly walked closer and said softly, a hint of resignation in her voice:
"Putting on a show for Aunt is one thing, but are you going to keep up the act in front of me?"
In the mirror, the corner of Nie Lingshan's mouth curved into a barely perceptible smile. She then turned around, her face completely devoid of tears. Instead, it held a playful grin, as if a clever plan had just succeeded:
"You're the one who gets me, Lingxi."
"Alright, spit it out. What are you scheming?"
Nie Lingxi sat down on an embroidered stool beside her, her gaze clear and bright:
"If you truly have your heart set on that Chen Sheng, as your little sister, I wouldn't mind letting you have him."
"Who said I wanted you to?"
