That Night
At the Song Residence.
Crash!!
Song He's face was pale as he clutched his chest, his expression filled with pain.
Su Bailian supported Song He, tears streaming down her face as she sobbed uncontrollably. She looked at Song Zihan, whose expression was twisted with anger, and said in disbelief, "Sister Zihan... I understand that I have intruded into your family's relationships."
"But... but you shouldn't have poisoned the food, sob sob!"
Su Bailian's voice was soft and trembling, as if she had suffered an immense injustice.
"Uncle Song, Uncle Song, please don't let anything happen to you!"
Her tears fell like broken pearls, continuously dropping onto the floor.
Song Zihan stood there, her face twisted, her fists clenched, feeling dizzy and disoriented.
No! It wasn't me! You little bitch and Jiutian Dudao are conspiring against me!!
Song Zihan pointed at Su Bailian and Jiutian Dudao, cursing them furiously.
For the first time, she felt how malicious the world could be towards her.
Most of the dishes on the table were prepared by Su Bailian, the servant girl.
But, coincidentally, she had decided not to let Su Bailian steal all the limelight, so she had specially learned to cook one dish herself.
And then...
Her own father had eaten it and immediately fallen ill?!
What kind of joke was this?!
After all, the dish had been served by Jiutian Dudao!
Yes, that's right!
Song Zihan glared at Jiutian Dudao, who was sitting nearby with an equally angry expression, and shouted, "You bitch!! The poison was yours, wasn't it! You and this slut are trying to frame me!"
However!
As soon as the words left her mouth, Su Bailian burst into tears: "Sister Zihan, why are you still trying to deny it at this point?"
"Remember... you were the one who asked me to taste it first."
Su Bailian's voice was filled with innocence and indignation.
At this, Song Zihan's eye twitched.
Yes, she had said that!
But!
She had only wanted Su Bailian, the worthless servant, to taste it and understand what real cooking was!
But... Song He had tasted it first, and then... something had gone wrong?
Su Bailian wept even more pitifully: "It's all my fault. If Uncle Song hadn't insisted on tasting it first to check the seasoning for me, then... the one lying here would have been me."
Tears continued to fall, and Su Bailian's delicate appearance stirred feelings of pity in those who saw her.
Song Zihan, on the other hand, was filled with rage.
Had she poisoned the food? Of course, she knew the answer!
She looked at the crying Su Bailian and the calm Jiutian Dudao.
In that moment, she became even more certain!
These two! Were conspiring against her!
She clenched her fists and swung at Su Bailian: "You bitch!! What are you pretending for?!"
"Eek——!!"
Su Bailian's face turned pale with fright, and she took a step back.
The next second.
Smack!!!
"Ugh——!"
A crisp slap echoed through the room, followed by Song Ming's furious roar: "Song Zihan!!!"
"Have you gone mad?!"
Song Ming's voice was filled with rage. He never expected his usually well-behaved sister to turn into this.
Buzz——!
In an instant, the air seemed to freeze.
"Huh..."
Song Zihan tilted her head, her hand covering her cheek. Her eyes widened in shock, and she let out an incredulous murmur.
She slowly turned her head to look at Song Ming, her voice dazed: "You... hit me?"
Song Zihan's heart felt as if it had been struck by something heavy, and tears streamed uncontrollably from her eyes.
Meanwhile, Song Ming walked over to Su Bailian, shielding her from Song Zihan. He glared at his sister and said, "Song Zihan! You're completely out of control!"
"I know you hate Xiao Lian! But I never imagined... your goal was to have her die?!"
"Now Father is poisoned. Are you satisfied?!"
"Song Zihan! I never thought you were such a person!"
As the words fell, Su Bailian's expression was one of innocence and pity. She gently tugged at Song Ming's sleeve, her voice soft as she said, "Ming Gege... maybe Sister Zihan was just impulsive. I don't blame her."
"But... what about Uncle Song? He's innocent."
Hearing this, Song Ming felt a mix of guilt and anger.
He sighed, his disappointment clear as he looked at the dazed Song Zihan. "Song Zihan, look at this. Xiao Lian is still defending you, even now."
"But you? Aside from being selfish... what else do you have?"
Song Ming took a deep breath, shaking his head, then turned to Jiutian Dudao. "Miss Jiutian, I'll take my father to the hospital first."
"Alright, I'll go with you."
"Ming Gege, I'll go with you too."
"Mm."
With that, Song Ming and Su Bailian helped Song He out of the house.
Jiutian Dudao leisurely walked over to Song Zihan, standing beside her with a mocking smile.
"Sister Zihan~"
"Jia na~"
!!!
At these words,
Sss!!!
Song Zihan's mind went blank.
Her face twisted, her body trembling uncontrollably.
A deep sense of despair and helplessness filled her heart.
"Ughhhhh——!!!!"
Song Zihan's eyes turned red, and she let out a heart-wrenching scream.
But everyone in the house had already left.
She had collapsed.
Hahahaha!!!
Song Ming, do you think the person by your side is a pure white lotus?
Hahaha! Wrong! Big mistake!!
You will regret it! You will definitely regret it!!
Song Zihan's tears mixed with bloodshot eyes.
I absolutely want to see you regret it, Song Ming!
......
......
At the Su Residence, the villa.
Qin Luo was on speakerphone.
Su Bailian's voice came through from the other end.
"Anyway, that's how it is~"
"Song He is completely finished."
"Song Zihan has lost Song Ming's trust, and Song Ming himself is preparing to retreat and focus on cultivation. All the major and minor affairs of the Song family are now in my hands."
"But... hey, I'm just saying, once Song Ming comes out of seclusion, he's definitely going to start making moves."
"At that time... can you handle him?"
Hearing this, Qin Luo glanced at Su Muwan, who was pretending to play a game but was actually eavesdropping.
He smiled and said, "With Miss Su here, Song Ming... won't be able to stir up any trouble!"
"Tch, you're bragging again. What can Su Muwan do..."
"I'm on speakerphone."
"Ahem, of course, I believe in Sister Su~ See you later~"
Click.
The call ended.
Qin Luo blinked. Su Bailian really just liked to talk big, huh?
Oh well.
He looked at Su Muwan, who had retreated again, pretending not to care, and smiled. "Miss Su, with Song Zihan's status in shambles..."
"Are you happy?"
At this, Su Muwan's lips curled into a smile, her eyebrows raised as she let out a light hum. "I don't know!"
Hmm.
Qin Luo smiled faintly.
The young lady who doesn't like to tell the truth... is just incredibly cute.
Everything is ready...
Qin Luo's lips curved slightly as he looked at Su Muwan, his eyes revealing a mysterious glint. "Then, Miss Su..."
"Do you want... to unite Jiang City?"
Su Muwan was stunned:?!
Unite Jiang City?! Me?!
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ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
