chapter 7 Are you my fiancée?

That afternoon, a group of people arrived at the Xia residence.

Mia Zhao was busy consoling the tearful Emma Xia when she noticed the group outside. She hurried out to find out that Olivia Xia had arranged for a furniture store to deliver a new bed and sofa.

Emma Xia was livid. She hadn't even minded that the bed had once belonged to Olivia. How could Olivia dare to look down on her?

Olivia, after tidying up her room, summoned the workers to bring the new furniture upstairs.

In no time, the house was bustling like a marketplace. The commotion sent the mother and daughter reeling with headaches.

With a calm demeanor, Olivia Xia supervised the work. In just a few hours, the room was cleaned and tidied, transformed into a fresh and orderly space.

Emma Xia was irritated by the noise and rushed over to see what was happening. To her surprise, she found Olivia using high-end, top-tier brands throughout, from the bed to the curtains, balcony glass, and even the bedsheets and pillowcases.

"Mom, does she think she's a princess? These brands cost at least several million for a full set of home furnishings!" Emma Xia said, her face turning pale with anger.

Mia Zhao, her eyes sharp, patted Emma Xia's hand. "Your father has stopped her credit card, right? Buying all this furniture, I'm eager to see how she'll pay for it."

Seeing her chance, Emma Xia said, "I'll check Dad's phone to see if she's settled the bill in advance."

Emma Xia ran over to her father, using a cutesy approach, to take a look at his phone. However, she couldn't find any payment from Olivia Xia. She returned to the living room, ready to watch Olivia's misfortune unfold.

Around dinner time, Olivia Xia dismissed the workers and left only a young female manager behind to accompany her.

Lounging on the sofa, Olivia Xia looked like the boss, occasionally nodding as she listened to the young manager's reports.

Her arrogant attitude made Emma Xia even more satisfied.

The more Olivia pretended, the more embarrassing it would be when she couldn't pay the bill.

Emma Xia took out her phone, planning to record it and post it online for everyone to see how Olivia was humiliated.

But the unexpected happened. The manager spoke to Olivia for a while, and then left!

Emma Xia and Mia Zhao exchanged a puzzled look and couldn't resist following the manager. "Manager, it's been hard on you today. Why don't you sit down and have some tea?"

The manager, glancing at Olivia Xia, saw her sitting there unmoved and politely waved her off. "No need, it's all part of my job. Thanks."

"What are you being so polite for?" Emma Xia smiled sweetly and grabbed the manager, asking in a low voice, "I wonder, how much has my sister spent on furniture? Maybe you can tell me?"

The manager looked at Emma Xia strangely and replied solemnly, "Miss Xia, rest assured, the bill has already been settled by the young lady. If you have no other questions, I'll take my leave."


Paid off?

How is that possible?

Where did Olivia Xia get so much money?

Olivia Xia glared at Emma Xia, who was gloomy, as Olivia elegantly rose from the sofa and headed upstairs. Emma Xia looked around and her eyes turned dark.

Thirty minutes later, Emma Xia stood outside Olivia Xia's room and knocked on the door.

At that moment, Olivia was sending a WeChat message to Chen Si.

"Your taste is impeccable. I love it."

These furnishings were selected by Olivia herself when she brought Chen Si to pick them out. She had gone to the store, looked around, and then asked Chen Si to handle the arrangements.

She didn't expect that Chen Si had a pretty good eye.

Olivia looked at the newly refurbished room, and the few new outfits hanging in the closet, and expressed her satisfaction.

Hearing the knock on the door, she opened it lazily and gazed at her sister, Emma.

"Is there something you need?"

Emma saw the open closet, full of high-end designer clothes and the luxurious decor in the room. It was far more upscale than her previously expensive furnishings.

She was filled with envy and couldn't help but speak with a hint of sourness, "My sister is about to become the young mistress of the Chen family. Does your new lover know about it?"

"Is that any of your sister's concern?"

"I just think that as my sister is about to become the mistress of the Chen family, it might not be appropriate to spend so much money decorating your room with your new lover."

Afterward, Emma Xia covered her mouth and continued, "My dear sister, please don't be offended by my words. I'm just concerned about you. If any scandal comes out at this time, you'll have a hard time in the Chen family."

"Are you still using a man's money to decorate your room?" Just as Emma finished speaking, her father, Tyrone Xia, overheard the conversation and rushed over, his face dark with anger. He glared at Olivia's newly decorated room. "What's this? Haven't I given you money?"

"Dad just stopped my card, right?" Olivia Xia playfully replied.

Tyrone Xia was left speechless and after a moment, he turned red in the face, furious as he scolded, "How much did you spend? You need to return the money to me immediately! From now on, you must completely sever ties with those random men. If you cause any trouble again, don't blame me for not being polite."

Afterward, he snorted and said, "Go change your clothes. In ten minutes, we'll go to the restaurant and meet the Chen family."

Olivia Xia lazily leaned against the door frame and asked, "Are you sure you want to take me with you?"

"Do you want to see the Xia family go bankrupt or your mother's medical expenses cut off? Then you better come with us," her father replied firmly, his back to her.

Watching her father walk away, Olivia Xia clenched her fists tightly.

She never dreamed that her father would use her mother to threaten her. Any last bit of affection she had for her father was shattered by that single sentence.

She let out a cold laugh, raising her chin slightly, a sharp glint in her eyes.

Half an hour later, they arrived at the First Restaurant.

Olivia Xia followed behind her father and Mia Zhao, walking lazily into the bright and spacious private room.

In the room sat a young lady and a casually dressed young man.

"Mrs. Ouyang, Young Master Si, I apologize for keeping you waiting," her father, Tyrone Xia, who usually exuded an air of arrogance, now bowed his head and was full of flattery.

"Mr. Xia, Mrs. Xia, you've arrived." Mrs. Ouyang, Ava Ouyang, smiled and got up from her seat. She was dressed elegantly in light colors, giving her an air of grace and nobility. "Please come in and have a seat."

"Is this the one they call Olivia?" Ava Ouyang's gaze fell on the hand of Mia Zhao, who was supporting Olivia Xia. Her eyes scanned Olivia Xia, who was dressed in a stylish light yellow dress. Olivia looked poised and confident.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became awkward. Mia Zhao and Olivia Xia's smiles froze, and they were left speechless.

"Mrs. Ouyang, this is my elder daughter, Emma." Tyrone Xia wiped his sweat and hurriedly called Olivia Xia forward. "Olivia, come and greet Mrs. Ouyang."

Olivia Xia, in a plain white shirt paired with slim jeans, lazily approached. Her makeup-free face had an ethereal beauty, and her voice was cool with a hint of laziness. "Hello, I'm Olivia Xia."

The man who had been casually playing with his phone and had appeared nonchalant before, looked up slowly at Olivia Xia when he heard her voice. His eyes brightened when they met her delicate and charming face, and he grinned in a somewhat roguish manner. "Are you Olivia Xia, my fiancée?"