A second chance with my billionaire husband

Chapter 1969: Chapter 477: Ambition Paves the Way, Winds and Clouds of the World (Part 2)

"But... "

"There’s no ’but’, the fate is over, there’s no possibility between him and me."

Anna wanted to say more, but Xi Lin had already turned away. Just as she was about to step forward to catch up, Feiwen grabbed her: "Anna, let her be by herself for a while. She’s not feeling great either."

Anna looked back at Gan Wei’er, who was surrounded by a crowd like stars around the moon, and gritted her teeth hatefully: "You’re well aware of how Xi Lin treats us. Now that she’s suffering, we must not sit back and do nothing."

Feiwen asked, puzzled: "Anna, what are you planning to do?"

Anna leaned down and whispered a few words in her ear, leaving Feiwen wide-eyed in shock, not believing: "Anna, if you do this... Xi Lin will be angry."

"She’ll only be mad for a while. If it succeeds, she’ll have to thank us. Just tell me, will you do it or not?"

Feiwen shook her head hesitantly: "I... I don’t dare. If my dad knew, he’d kill me."

Anna poked her forehead harshly: "Coward, no wonder you’re oppressed by your stepmother and stepsister. With your timid nature, how can you accomplish anything big?"

Feiwen shrank her head, silent and timid. Anna glared at her, frustrated by her lack of courage: "Forget it, just keep it a secret for me. You can’t tell anyone, understand?"

Feiwen hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

Anna eyed Gan Wei’er coldly, a trace of coolness sweeping across her eyes.

Xi Lin’s family fate is intertwined with hers—shared prosperity, shared loss. Xi Lin marrying Lorde would make everyone happy, otherwise... In any case, it has to work out, and this sudden Princess obstructing her path can only be kicked aside.

Gan Wei’er was delighted, enjoying the feeling of being in the spotlight—something she had never experienced in the Bauhinia Country. She found herself quite liking these people’s enthusiastic openness.

After the banquet concluded, Anna personally arranged for someone to escort her back. Before leaving, she held her hand and said: "Wei’er, the moment I saw you, I felt a great sense of closeness. You are unfamiliar here, so if you need any help, just come to me. Here’s my business card, keep it safe."

Gan Wei’er was moved to tears: "Anna, you’re so good, better than the Princess is to me."

Anna raised her eyebrows: "I naturally can’t compare with the Princess. Be careful on your way home, send me a message when you get there. It’s late, hurry back."

Gan Wei’er settled into the luxury car and waved at Anna: "Anna, hurry back."

As the car drove off and the window slowly closed, Gan Wei’er’s lips curled into a cold smile.

Leaning lazily back in the seat, she watched the blurred night scene outside the window, eyes full of pride.

Even though Xi Lin’s family doesn’t have much real power, its influence in Country Q is profound, providing the strongest backing for Sangque. If Lorde chooses a wife, Xi Lin would naturally be the most suitable choice. However, now, unexpectedly, a Princess has emerged to snatch Xi Lin’s beloved, which Xi Lin could never swallow.

Anyway, the marriage between the Princess and Lorde is bound to change.

What she can’t have, no one else can either.

Arriving at the manor gates, without a pass, Gan Wei’er’s car couldn’t enter. She had to stop at the gate, and after a few words of thanks to the driver, he drove away.

With the iron gates locked, Gan Wei’er pressed the doorbell for a long time without anyone answering. The night wind was fierce, temperatures plummeted, chilling Gan Wei’er who shivered in the cold wind, cursing Ji Yunya before the servant finally arrived.

As soon as the door opened, Gan Wei’er slapped the old servant hard, causing him to stagger backward, falling to the ground with a shocking red and swollen handprint on his aged face.

"Useless thing, did you deliberately not open the door for me? Do you only see the Princess in your eyes, not me?"

Gan Wei’er asked coldly.

All the pent-up discontent flooded towards the old servant, and seeing no one around, she kicked a few more times, accompanying the kicks with vicious curses: "How dare you look down on me? I’ll beat you to death."

The old servant hugged his head, curling up into a ball, enduring the sharp heels trampling him.

After Gan Wei’er was done venting, she straightened her dress and turned to leave, head held high.

Just as she turned, a car drove past, the airflow lifting her hair, the stern face of a man inside flashed by.

The car sped away.