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Even the housekeeper had acknowledged Su Wenyue's identity, and Chen Li had lost even her last bit of fantasy. At this moment, she felt both jealous and humiliated, helplessly watching Su Wenyue return to the Han Mansion with the air of a mistress and respectfully welcomed by the housekeeper. Despite many twists and turns since her arrival in this era, which she had overcome one by one, this was the first time she experienced such a sense of defeat.
Seeing Chen Li like this, the corners of Su Wenyue's mouth curled up slightly. Using reality as a slap in the face was the best counterattack. As she passed by Chen Li, she deliberately paused: "This girl, I still don't know how to address you. Guests are visitors after all, and although you seem to dislike me very much, as the mistress of Han Mansion, it would be improper to have guests standing at the doorstep."