The Qin Family’s ancestral home was located in the suburbs, far from the city center, offering a serene and elegant atmosphere. Usually, this place was very quiet, with only a few scattered servants taking care of it. Now, however, these servants were bustling about, their faces filled with concern as they glanced toward the slightly ajar door.
Inside the room, Su Meng had just returned from teetering on the edge of life and death. This body was originally frail and delicate, making it harder to recover from injuries compared to ordinary people. After such an ordeal, her heart had reached its limit. Now, relying on medication and medical equipment, she had finally been brought back from death’s door.
Su Meng lay in bed, her entire body weak and sore. She rubbed the bluish-purple needle marks on the back of her hand, then lifted her gaze to the person standing by the bed.
“Miss Qin, you can’t be this unreasonable. I believe I haven’t done anything wrong in the Qin Family. You can’t fire me without cause.” Standing by the window was a middle-aged man with utterly ordinary features—the kind who would disappear in a crowd, someone no one would pay much attention to.
Looking downward, her eyes fell on the man’s hands. They bore rough, thick calluses that definitely weren’t from manual labor. Based on the location of the calluses, they were likely from years of holding a gun. Though he tried to hide it, the old scars on his body suggested several gunshot wounds and others left by military knives.
Just these few points indicated he was no ordinary person.
Ji Weichen was still so young. No matter how capable or clever he was, it would be difficult for him to possess the ability to protect himself, let alone know the truth about his mother’s death or matters related to inheritance. All of this required someone to assist him in secret and inform him.
“Uncle, you’re someone close to Ji Weichen, right?” Su Meng looked up and spoke directly, her clear, bright eyes round and earnest, seeming to brim with sweet laughter. The corners of her lips curved upward as she used her childish voice.
Hearing Su Meng’s words, the man’s pupils contracted slightly. Along with him, 666 also experienced a shock—it had just been confused about why Su Meng suddenly brought up firing an unrelated person.
Su Meng seemed unaware of the bombshell she had dropped. She licked her lips and even had the leisure to pour herself a glass of milk, taking a sip of the sweet drink.
“You’re Jian Shi’s trusted aide,” Su Meng said, watching the other’s expression as she spoke to confirm whether her guess was correct.
“You…” The man stared at Su Meng with shock and suspicion.
“Neither the Ji family nor the Jian family knows that Ji Weichen is still alive and well,” Su Meng continued. Seeing the other’s reaction, she knew she had guessed correctly again.
“What do you want? How could you…” The man narrowed his eyes, a hint of killing intent in his gaze.
“I advise you not to entertain the thought of killing me, otherwise…” Su Meng blinked, tilting her head to look at him, a faint smile in her eyes like a lazy cat.
“Perhaps tomorrow or the day after, the Ji and Jian families will learn of Ji Weichen’s existence. What happens then, I can’t say. Of course, if you want him to die with me, I don’t mind either. After all, I wasn’t going to live long anyway.” As she spoke, Su Meng coughed lightly a few times, her heart aching slightly, a sickly flush spreading across her face.”My request is quite simple. Leave the Jian Family, the farther the better. As long as I’m alive, you must not appear by Ji Weichen’s side.” Su Meng spoke, her voice soft, not quite a threat yet carrying more weight than one.
She lowered her gaze, her eyelashes trembling slightly. When she looked up at the other person again, her eyes brimmed with an innocent smile.
“Uncle, is that alright?”
The man’s heart trembled with fear. He didn’t understand why, but in that brief moment, he felt the eerie sensation of being completely seen through.
In just one glance, he tasted a long-forgotten sense of terror from this young girl. Staring at Su Meng sitting on the bed, an unbidden word surfaced in his mind:
A demon, a demon cloaked in an angel’s guise.
“…” The man turned and left in silence, effectively accepting Su Meng’s demand. Throughout, his brows remained furrowed and his hands clenched into fists. He had to find a way to take the young master away later.
[Host, why… why are you making him leave?] 666 didn’t understand. It couldn’t comprehend how Su Meng knew someone was protecting Ji Weichen, nor why she wanted to remove the people around him. Wasn’t it good to have protection?
[Because he’s too stupid.] Su Meng averted her gaze.
The Ji family viewed Ji Weichen as a stain they wanted to erase, while other members of the Jian family were equally eager to track down Ji Weichen and eliminate him. With him gone, the massive inheritance would naturally fall into their hands. In such circumstances, the appearance of the billionaire Jian’s trusted aide stood out like a shining beacon, drawing them in like sharks scenting blood.
What was intended as protection was actually pushing him step by step toward certain doom. One could easily imagine Ji Weichen’s eventual fate.
[…He seemed quite clever though.] 666 murmured quietly.
Noises came from the next room – Ji Weichen had woken up. Then came a crashing sound as something ceramic shattered on the floor, followed immediately by the startled cry of the servant who had been watching over him.
Su Meng pushed the door open to see the room in complete disarray. Everything that had been on the table had been swept to the floor, leaving the ground covered in porcelain shards and glass fragments. The IV stand by the window had toppled over, the medicine not yet fully administered as someone had pulled out the IV needle.
“Who are you?” Ji Weichen was curled up in the corner of the bed, the injection site on his hand still bleeding slightly as it hadn’t fully healed. His pale lips were pressed tightly together, his face deathly white. He clutched a porcelain shard in his hand, seemingly unaware that it was cutting him, instinctively pointing it forward.
Most striking were his eyes. Ji Weichen’s hazel-green eyes were now dull and lifeless, completely unfocused and utterly vacant.
Ji Weichen’s eyes could no longer see.