You Are Not Worthy to Call Me Sister

Lily Evans watched Jasper Cheng's antics with utter disgust, refusing to show him any courtesy. Her voice was cold as ice: "Who do you think you're calling 'sister'? Since when am I related to you? Not every Tom, Dick, or Harry can come cozy up and claim kinship—just watching you makes me sick."

Lana Evans's face turned ghostly pale at Lily's attitude. She hadn't expected Lily to be so blunt and merciless to Jasper Cheng, not giving him even a shred of respect.

But Lana Evans noticed that Jasper Cheng was almost groveling before Lily, treating her with more respect than his own father. Despite Lily’s harsh words, Jasper didn’t get angry—instead, his eagerness grew as he plastered on a smile and tried to please her: "Oh, Princess Consort Sister, it’s all my fault! I haven’t properly introduced myself. I’m your cousin Lana’s husband, shouldn’t I call you Princess Consort Sister too?"

As soon as he finished, Jasper Cheng scampered off, grinning, poured a cup of tea, and offered it with both hands, almost kneeling as if begging Lily to adopt him.

Lily Evans stared at Jasper Cheng's ridiculous display, her disgust deepening. She frowned and shot Lola a meaningful look.

Lola understood immediately. She strode over, grabbed Jasper Cheng by the collar, and started dragging him out without hesitation.

Jasper Cheng was stunned. After all his groveling, how could Princess Consort still treat him so coldly?

"Princess Consort Sister, don't! We're all family..." Jasper Cheng struggled in Lola's grip, but to his astonishment, this grown man couldn't break free from a young girl. He thought, no wonder Princess Consort married the legendary Prince Alexander—her maid is this tough! He had to hold on tight to this golden opportunity!

Lola dragged Jasper Cheng out with icy indifference, showing him no mercy as she dumped him outside.

Jasper Cheng landed with a loud "Ouch!" and rolled across the ground like a dung beetle, picking up dust as he tumbled.

Lana Evans saw Jasper Cheng fall and was beside herself with worry. She shrieked and rushed outside, her face white with anxiety: "Jasper, Jasper, are you alright? Did you get hurt?"

Jasper Cheng got up, still grinning, hunched over in a servile pose. He stationed himself at the doorway, flashing Lily a sycophantic smile: "Princess Consort Sister, please don't be angry! Lana, go inside quickly—remind your sister I'm your husband!"

As he spoke, Jasper Cheng nudged Lana Evans toward the door.

Lana Evans was shoved inside, clearly reluctant to face Lily. But since Jasper insisted, she had to grit her teeth and step forward: "Sis, Jasper is my husband."

Smack!

Suddenly, Lily Evans sprang to her feet and slapped Lana hard across the face, her expression icy with fury: "You don't deserve to call me 'sis'! What a disgusting mess—get out, and take that Cheng fellow with you!"

Lana Evans clutched her cheek, stunned by the slap. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she didn’t dare utter a single word.

Lily Evans was done with both of them. She waved her hand impatiently: "If you want to keep embarrassing yourselves, go do it outside. Don’t pollute my house!"

Lola immediately stepped forward and forcibly dragged Lana Evans and Jasper Cheng out, showing no hesitation.

Lily Evans stood in the doorway, her face cold and her gaze sharp. She watched the two of them leave, her contempt clear for all to see.

The servants watched, wide-eyed and silent, not daring to breathe too loudly. The Princess Consort’s fury was terrifying—no one wanted to cross her today.