Su Meng sat in a secluded corner, glancing down at the noisy crowd below. She lowered her gaze to Ji Weichen sitting obediently beside her, snatched the cup from his hands, poured out all the juice inside, and then filled it with milk.
“Drink milk to grow taller. With all this excitement today, aren’t you bored staying here with me?” Su Meng spoke while reaching out to pinch Ji Weichen’s cheek. Hmm, it felt a bit fuller than before.
Ji Weichen shook his head. His indifferent eyes swept across the crowd below—everyone was revealing their ugliest sides. The entire hall was filled with disgusting scents of greed, desire, scheming, flattery, and inherent evil, much like this twisted world where even the air felt polluted.
Holding the cup, Ji Weichen moved closer to Su Meng and obediently drank all the milk she had poured for him.
“Sister… I just want to stay by your side. Are… are you tired of me?” Ji Weichen placed the cup on the table, looking up at Su Meng with faint redness around his eyes. Blinking, he resembled a soft, sticky rice ball, timidly fearing rejection.
Seeing him like this, no one could utter the word “dislike.”
Just as Su Meng was about to speak, a figure approached her.
It was Qin Qingqing. Dressed impeccably and strikingly today, she wore a beautiful white tulle dress with her hair elegantly styled and light makeup enhancing her features. She walked up to Su Meng, pursing her lips with a somewhat apologetic expression.
“Mengmeng, there might be some misunderstandings between us. I’d like to take this opportunity to clear them up. I always thought you disliked me before, which is why…” Qin Qing spoke, her eyes flickering as she watched Su Meng.
“Could… could you come with me? I’d like us to talk privately. Ji Weichen can come too, but if there are others around… I…” Qin Qing continued, but before she could finish—
“Let’s go.” Su Meng stood up decisively.
Qin Qing was taken aback, seemingly surprised by Su Meng’s immediate agreement. After a moment of hesitation, she nodded and smiled, leading Su Meng to the designated spot. Ji Weichen stood up and grabbed Su Meng’s hand, wanting to accompany her.
Su Meng bent down, patted Ji Weichen’s head, and gazed at him with clear black-and-white eyes. Leaning close to his ear, she whispered softly:
“Do you know what to do when someone tries framing and shifting blame onto you?”
Ji Weichen stared into Su Meng’s eyes as if understanding her meaning. Finally, he released his grip.
“Good.” Su Meng ruffled his hair.
The location Qin Qing had chosen was indeed quite secluded—a fountain structure in the center. Though centrally located, it rarely drew attention. The fountain pool was shallow, and the sound of water spraying from the sculpted fountainhead effectively masked conversations.
“I know you’ve never liked me all these years…” Qin Qing began, taking another step closer to Su Meng while subtly observing their surroundings and the distance between them.Her plan was simple. The fountain’s location was central yet rarely noticed. All she needed to do was lightly grasp Su Meng’s hand, pull her along, and together they would fall into the water. This would attract attention and immediately confirm Su Meng’s crime.
She was a wealthy young lady with a vile temperament—harsh, hypocritical, and so malicious that she dared to publicly push someone into the water.
Once today’s incident spread, the other party would face everyone’s pointing fingers in Jade City. How could someone with a heart condition endure such stimulation?
Moreover, Su Meng was so fragile. Falling into the water might only cause a cold for others, but for her, it could be fatal.
She didn’t think what she was doing was excessive. She was merely helping her achieve an early release from the torment of illness, while also making her pay a little for what she had done in the past.
Just as Qin Qing saw the perfect moment and reached out to feign grabbing Su Meng’s hand, she looked up and suddenly met Su Meng’s gaze. Her movements froze for a moment. The smiling eyes staring back at her were filled with undisguised malice—an indescribable feeling.
Then… Qin Qing felt a sharp pain in her abdomen.
Su Meng had kicked her.
Splash…
Qin Qing was unceremoniously kicked into the center of the fountain pool, half her body soaked. She probably hadn’t expected Su Meng to do such a thing and, for a moment, forgot to react. Staring at the person before her, she finally found the right words to describe her:
An angel’s face, a devil’s heart.
The instigator, Su Meng, still wore an innocent expression. Her almond-shaped eyes were round and seemed to shimmer with a faint smile. Perhaps due to the vigorous movement, her frail body struggled slightly, her cheeks flushed with a sickly pink. She covered her lips with a light cough, her pupils glistening with unshed tears.
She looked up, her gaze meeting Ji Weichen’s.
Her index finger pressed lightly against her lips, her eyelashes fluttering faintly—a gesture that felt both threatening and as if she were binding Ji Weichen to her side.
Shh…
Keep my secret for me.
Then, the corner of her eye glanced at Qin Qing, floundering in the fountain pool.
What should you do when someone tries framing and shifting blame onto you?
Of course, make it real and give them what they want.