Qin Qing watched as Ji Weichen descended the stairs, his hand gliding along the banister. Her eyes lit up, and she quickly approached him, her gaze unconsciously darting toward the direction of Su Meng’s room upstairs. Confirming that Su Meng had already returned to her room and seen nothing, she breathed a sigh of relief.
“Ji… Ji Weichen, your eyes haven’t fully recovered yet, have they? Do you need my help? Where are you going?” Qin Qing spoke, a trademark warm smile spreading across her face.
Receiving no response from Ji Weichen, she pursed her lips slightly and stepped closer.
“You… you probably don’t remember, but we met when you first arrived at the Ji family. Qin… Qin Meng has always been ill and in poor health, so sometimes she acts harshly and does terrible things to you. Back then, I tried to stop her a few times and even brought you medicine. Do you remember?” Qin Qing continued.
“Well, I suppose you don’t recall any of that either. How are you? I… I heard from the doctor that you suffered a severe blow to the head, causing you to lose your memory and forget many things from the past. Your eyesight is gone too. Would you like to know the truth about what happened to you?” Qin Qing frowned, her eyes filled with apparent concern, her tone so gentle it easily put others at ease.
She deliberately spoke in half-truths, skillfully weaving a narrative that suggested a close relationship between her and Ji Weichen, even implying that she had rescued him from the clutches of evil.
Ji Weichen’s hand lightly brushed against the banister, his eyes hidden beneath his dark, profound lashes.
“The truth?” Ji Weichen finally responded, as if intrigued.
Hearing his reply, Qin Qing’s mood lifted with delight. She nodded, her gaze tinged with pity as she looked at Ji Weichen. She thought him utterly pitiable—deceived at every turn, yet completely unaware. If she didn’t reveal the truth to him, he would likely be harmed by that woman Su Meng without ever realizing it.
Recalling how Ji Weichen usually behaved around Su Meng—so docile and obedient, as if he would give her everything—while Su Meng only hypocritically tossed him scraps of kindness, Qin Qing felt a surge of superiority. She was different; she genuinely wanted to help Ji Weichen, to free him from the clutches of evil.
“Yes, the truth. Qin Meng deceived you. They’re only taking advantage of your amnesia to obtain something very important from you. You must have seen the scars on your legs, right? Qin Meng was responsible for those. I… I can’t bear to watch you being deceived by everyone like this. You can’t trust her,” Qin Qing declared.
After speaking, she observed Ji Weichen’s silence, assuming her words had struck him deeply and he was processing the shock.
“I will help you. I can’t stand what they’re doing either. Actually, you don’t need to worry too much about Qin Meng. She’s in poor health and won’t live much longer. I asked the doctor, and he said her heart condition is worsening—she won’t even make it to surgery. If you’re truly concerned about what she might do to you…” Qin Qing’s eyes flickered with hidden intent.
“We could find a way to let her die sooner from her illness,” Qin Qing suggested.She believed that the other person should have died in that kidnapping back then. All the unhappiness and troubles began when they returned from that incident. Yes, exactly—she felt Su Meng should have died in that kidnapping.
As Qin Qing spoke, she recalled Su Meng’s earlier actions toward Ji Weichen and how Ji Weichen usually behaved around Su Meng. She couldn’t help but reach out, wanting to pat Ji Weichen’s head, and said in a gentle tone:
“You can call me sister too. If you’re feeling sad, you can…” Qin Meng began, her hand still hovering in mid-air before it froze.
Ji Weichen finally lifted his gaze to look directly at her. Those brown-green pupils, usually obedient, gentle, and harmless in front of Su Meng, now resembled the pupils of a dangerous wild beast, striking fear into one’s heart. There was no trace left of the docility he showed around Su Meng.
His eyelashes fluttered as his eyes met Qin Qing’s.
“You said, find a way to make her die sooner from illness.”
He repeated Qin Qing’s words.