Wolves in Sheep's Clothing

The morning sun cast a golden glow over the Tang villa, its warmth belying the cold calculations taking place within its walls. Yang Mei stood before her mirror, meticulously applying her makeup, her eyes sharp with determination. Across the room, Zhao Liang adjusted his tie, his expression one of cool confidence.

"Remember the plan," Yang Mei said, her voice low and urgent. "We need to drive a wedge between them. Divide and conquer."

Zhao Liang nodded, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "Don't worry, my dear. By the time we're done, that little family will be in tatters, and Ziyi will have no one to turn to but his 'loving' mother."

As they made their way downstairs, both Yang Mei and Zhao Liang wore masks of benign pleasantry, hiding the cunning machinations brewing beneath the surface. They had spent days gathering information, probing for weaknesses, and now they felt ready to strike.