Ji Wei’s gaze was icy: "Get out immediately, or I’ll call for help. By then, you won’t even have a shred of dignity left."
"Ji Wei, how dare you!" Ji Shanshan shouted, her voice cracking: "What gives you the right to make me leave? It was Uncle Zhao who allowed me to stay!"
Ji Wei sneered coldly, her frosty glare making others shrink back: "If I hadn’t spoken to Dad to let you move in, did you really think you’d be living in the main villa? Even though you share your mother’s surname, you’re still just an outsider."
Ji Shanshan was so furious she almost spat out blood, her face turning pale.
"Miss, what’s going on here?"
Hearing the commotion, the butler, Uncle Zhao, hurried over and stood behind Ji Wei, cautiously asking.
Ji Wei curled her lips into a chilling smile and pointed at Ji Shanshan: "Immediately have someone move her things out—leave nothing behind!"
Uncle Zhao initially wanted to persuade the eldest Miss but swallowed his words upon seeing the sharpness in her eyes.
Seeing Uncle Zhao turn to leave, Ji Shanshan began to panic.
In a fit of rage, she suddenly charged at Ji Wei, her hands outstretched to strangle her.
Ji Wei, having already noticed her movements, nimbly sidestepped when Ji Shanshan lunged forward. Ji Shanshan missed her target and slammed her head into the edge of the door frame, quickly forming a swollen, bloody lump on her forehead.
Ji Shanshan winced from the pain, her face turning crimson, almost purple, with fury.
Ji Wei coldly regarded her, the corners of her lips curling into an arrogant smirk.
This is the perfect example of reaping what you sow.
"Ji Wei, you’re being so ruthless today—you’ll regret this!" Ji Shanshan’s eyes bulged as she spat out the threat viciously.
"I already regret it."
Ji Wei’s voice was cold: "I regret having once poured my heart and soul into you, only to receive betrayal and harm in return. Ji Shanshan, from now on, I, Ji Wei, no longer have a sister like you!"
It wasn’t as if she hadn’t given Ji Shanshan chances, but time and again, Ji Shanshan had crossed the line.
From drugging her to ruining the cheongsam meant for their grandmother, Ji Shanshan had repeatedly opposed her, leaving her heart cold.
The sisterly bond between them had long since been obliterated.
Ji Shanshan hadn’t anticipated Ji Wei to speak so resolutely, causing her to freeze in place, stunned and filled with disbelief.
In the past, no matter how much trouble she caused or how secretly she schemed against Ji Wei, Ji Wei would always forgive her. But this time, Ji Wei was truly angry.
The thought of losing Ji Wei as her support sent waves of panic through Ji Shanshan’s heart, softening her tone instantly: "Sis, don’t be ... I was wrong. I shouldn’t have gone against you—you’re still my sister, alright?"
As she spoke, Ji Shanshan tried to grab Ji Wei’s sleeve, only for Ji Wei to coldly evade her touch.
"You’re my only sister—how can you be so cruel as to disown me as your sibling?" Ji Shanshan pouted with an utterly aggrieved expression.
At that moment, Uncle Zhao returned with several servants.
Ji Wei glanced at the servants behind him, and they immediately understood, filing into the room.
"What are you doing? This is my room—no one is allowed in!"
Ji Shanshan hastily spread her arms out to block them, but how could she stop them?
"Don’t take my things! I said no, are you all deaf? Hey! Be careful, that’s my favorite vanity table... Put that back, put it down!"
Ji Shanshan continued to fight desperately, but the tide had already turned, making her struggle nothing more than a futile effort.
Ji Wei couldn’t be bothered to spare Ji Shanshan another glance. She turned around and walked away without looking back.