The drizzle was falling freely, a cold wind blew, and the leaves around rustled.

In front of a grave on the hill stood all the men in black suits, solemn and dignified.

Among them was a slender woman, with a vacant look in her eyes and a cold expression.

She was motionless like a sculpture, and she was the only one among them without an umbrella.

The rain mercilessly soaked her whole body, and her coiled hair was somewhat scattered and stuck together, but still could not ignore her astonishing beauty and the chilling coldness.

"The rain is getting heavier. Let's all go back first. It's enough that the old man knows our intentions."

A middle-aged man at the head said, and he was the old man's only son, John.

The crowd, who had been tired of the rain for a long time, said some words of condolences and so on, and then left one after another.

Only John, who spoke first, and the woman, still looking cold, remained.

"... Vivian, you were the one your grandpa loved the most in the whole family. Now that he's gone, you should look on the bright side and not worry him."

Vivian remained unmoved, as if she hadn't heard him speak.

After a long time, when John's smile could no longer hold back, Vivian said in a casual tone, "Just speak your mind." She kept her eyes fixed on the big characters on the grave.

John cleared his throat and said as a matter of course:

"You know the company has been getting worse and worse since your grandpa passed away. If this goes on, I'm afraid it will go bankrupt. You are so filial that you surely don't want your grandfather's efforts to go to waste, do you?"

"So what?"

Vivian cast her eyes on her good father for the first time, and she had a bad premonition in her heart.

"So I want you to marry Raymond, the current president of House of Steven Group..."

Vivian's eyes darkened and her fists clenched tightly.

She couldn't help but feel relieved that she didn't have an umbrella, so that the glistening sparkle in her eyes wouldn't be noticed.

These tears were shed only for her grandfather, who loved her the most during his lifetime.

"Oh, John, do you think I would agree?"

The corners of her mouth curved up, but she smiled stiffly, as if she had carved a crooked stroke on a fine and perfect mask.

"Although Raymond is a bit cold in nature, for one thing you married into can help the company get through the hard times, and for another, you married into a wealthy family, and I would be worthy of your deceased grandfather."

John spoke with great confidence.

"Grandpa said I can decide my own marriage. You'd better let Nicole get married."

Vivian sneered disdainfully. She wasn't a fool. If it were a rich man, would it be her turn?

"Your sister is still young..."

"So I'm your pawn?"

The chill all over Vivian's body made her heart burn even more fiercely, and her cold voice was filled with deep coldness and estrangement. "John, you know what kind of temper I have since I was a child. I will never be at your mercy. Besides, Grandpa has just passed away and you are in such a hurry to sell me. How can you do justice to him?"

"Don't forget that I'm the head of the household now. I'm your father. Don't put your grandfather on me!"

John was furious too. The thing he hated most in his life was when someone kept bringing up the old man, as if he were good for nothing without him. Especially this man is his daughter!

The father and daughter stared at each other blankly, showing no sign of giving in to each other.

For a moment, the tension was intense.

It was John who left first in the end.

It was summer, but Vivian felt like she was freezing cold.

The slight coolness of the rain on her fingertips made her shiver involuntarily.

She was not unaware of the House of Johnson's indifference towards her, but why should she leave?

Why should she be asked to leave House of Johnson, who still bears the shadow of her grandfather?

Looking at his back, Vivian finally curled the corners of her mouth slightly, raising a mocking smile:

"Dad?" Do you think I'm still an attachment kid? It's too late, John."

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"Vivian, you're a girl who plays house. You should be careful in your daily life. How could you come back so late!"

As soon as Vivian stepped out of the bathroom and was about to go upstairs with her hair wiped, she was stopped by an annoying voice.

"Such a big house, why are you always haunting Auntie?"

As soon as Vivian opened her mouth, Sophia's smile froze.

She always provokes Vivian when she's in a bad mood. She deserves to be humiliated every time.

"... Didn't I care if you would catch a cold after being in the rain for so long?"

Sophia smiled very kindly, but Vivian saw a lot of hypocrisy in it.

"Auntie, don't worry. Even if I catch a cold, you won't have to worry about it." You'd better pay attention to your daughter, John said one of us should marry Raymond, anyway I'm not going..."

Vivian smiled, her lips full of malice, like a little witch coming out of the forest.

As she had expected, Sophia's face changed and she was no longer in the mood to chat with her, but hurried towards John's study.

Who doesn't know that Raymond, the president of House of Steven Group, is eccentric and ruthless.

Six years ago, he kicked out his own father, the then head of the House of Steven family, and was one of the few people in a wealthy family who showed no respect for his relatives.

So even though he was a millionaire and a top diamond bachelor, few families had the courage to marry him.

How could her Nicole marry such a devil!

Sophia left in a hurry with an anxious look on her face.

But at dinner, Sophia was beaming with joy, pulling Vivian and smiling: "Vivian, don't worry. Your father said he would definitely give you Mrs. Steven's seat. Nicole is still young. Let's talk about it in two years."

"Yeah, sister, I'm still young. I haven't thought about getting married or anything like that, but my sister is of marriageable age."

Nicole, who has a pretty face, nodded and smiled obediently, but the smug look in her eyes made her look particularly ugly.

"Dream!"

Vivian's face darkened and her hand reversed, and she shook off Sophia's wrist.

There was a bowl of freshly served chicken soup in front of her, the boiling soup was poured onto Sophia's hand, and a shrill scream spread...

"Mom!"

"Sophia!"

John, who had just come down from upstairs, was so shocked by this scene that he immediately ran up to check on Sophia's injuries.

The whole House of Johnson was thrown into chaos, as if Sophia was not a minor burn but an incurable disease.

Vivian watched coldly, after all, this woman was so presumptuous as to provoke her. All these years, though not often returning, it was always Sophia who failed, wasn't it?

Just by her hypocritical look, she could have chosen John.

"Dad! Look at sister, she doesn't have the slightest remorse on her face! Will she do the same to dad in the future? I'm so scared."

Nicole was crying and looking at Vivian in terror, her shivering appearance evoking John's boundless pity, and the meaning of her words made John think of all kinds of things.

"Honey, I'm fine. Vivian's mother passed away early. Poor the child. Don't blame her...

Sophia and her daughter were also in perfect harmony, weeping and trying to persuade her. If one could ignore the grievance in the eyes and brows, it would look like pleading for someone.

The meek look made John even more heartbroken. He touched Sophia's smooth hand with pity and was about to scold her when he heard Vivian's icy, bone-chilling scolding: "You have no right to mention my mother!"

Vivian leapt up, her eyes piercing Sophia like a blade.

"John, I..."

Sophia, as if frightened by Vivian, shook her body and shrank into John's arms.

"Do you really think you're lawless at House of Johnson? I'll give you two options, either marry Raymond or get out!"

John's face turned red with anger, and there was not a hint of negotiation in his tone.

Isn't it the same as slapping a young man in the face to be so frightened by a young man?

If he had kept such a spoiled daughter, who knows when she would have killed him.

Upon hearing this, the Sophia and Nicole behind him both had smug looks flashing in their eyes.

Vivian lowered her eyes slightly and turned away, her rosy lips pursed, and a wild smile spread out, still haughty.

"Honorable John, it's rather disheartening that you want to kick the company's manager out before you've even taken the position of president."

John paused for a moment and then remembered that Vivian was not only his daughter but also the general manager who held considerable influence in the group!

Old man, who should die long ago!

That's what John shared with the "family" of Sophia and Nicole.