A knocking sound came from outside the door. Su Meng looked up to see a young girl standing at the entrance. The girl wore a goose-yellow dress, already blossoming into an elegant figure, appearing pure and adorable, roughly fifteen or sixteen years old.
Beside her stood a young man, frowning and filled with impatience.
The moment Su Meng saw these two, the corners of her lips lifted, and her eyes instantly brightened, as if she had spotted some interesting toys.
She flipped through the information about these two that the system had just transmitted.
The girl was Qin Qing, an adopted daughter of the Qin Family. Because the original host was born frail and sickly, and too young for surgery, the doctors had essentially given her a death sentence. It was under these circumstances that the Qin Family adopted Qin Qing. After Qin Qing arrived at the Qin Family, the original host’s temperament grew increasingly gloomy and twisted.
In the eyes of others, Qin Qing was sincere, kind, and delicate—always forgiving and enduring mistreatment—while the original host was malicious, twisted, and vicious.
The young man was named Qin Ye, the original host’s biological younger brother. However, he seemed much closer to this adopted sister of his, harboring hostility and hatred toward the original host.
“I’m sorry, Mengmeng. It’s all my fault. If it weren’t for my birthday, the family wouldn’t have invited so many people, and you wouldn’t have…” Qin Qing stepped into the room, her eyes reddened, on the verge of tears as she spoke. Anyone unaware would have thought she had been wronged.
“You didn’t do anything wrong. Why are you apologizing to her? Just because her life is miserable, does that mean everyone has to be as gloomy and miserable as her, acting like they’re on the verge of death?” Qin Ye instinctively stepped in front of Qin Qing, shielding her as if afraid she would be bullied.
“Qin Ye, don’t be like that. She’s your sister. I’m just…” Qin Qing pursed her lips and cautiously tugged at Qin Ye’s sleeve, her voice deliberately audible.
“What sister? I told you, in my heart, you’re the only one who’s my sister. Don’t say that again.” Qin Ye snorted coldly.
Su Meng watched the two with great interest. If she were the original host, she would have long been provoked into a heart attack. One was an adopted daughter who had usurped her position, constantly showcasing her special status and privileges in the family through both overt and subtle gestures, all under the guise of kindness and concern.
Either foolish or wicked.
As for the other… nothing more than a brainless fool.
What method should she use to deal with fools?
Su Meng lowered her gaze, her face pale, her eyelashes trembling slightly. She bit her lip, clutching her chest as if in great discomfort, then looked up at the two. Her clear, black-and-white pupils appeared innocent and pure, the perennial gloom that had clung to her dissipating. She now looked like an exquisite, fragile porcelain doll.
“I’m sorry. I ruined Sister’s birthday party. I just wanted to celebrate Sister’s birthday because she’s always been so good to me, giving me many nice things—beautiful, fluffy dolls, the fried salty crispy food she made, and medicine she said would help me get better. It really worked after I took it.” Su Meng spoke, her gaze fixed on Qin Qing.
These were all things that would be harmless to ordinary people but were forbidden and dangerous for her current body.”Back then, Sister Qin Qing never let me tell you. She said if it got out, the household servants would laugh at her for deliberately trying to win me over. But now I don’t want you misunderstanding our relationship. Sister Qin Qing is a wonderful person. She might not even remember these things herself, but I’ve always remembered them.Su Meng spoke again, her demeanor obedient.
Qin Qing froze, unable to comprehend why Su Meng had suddenly changed her attitude toward her, even speaking up in her defense.
As for the gifts Su Meng mentioned, she had absolutely no recollection of them whatsoever. She was just about to open her mouth and say she hadn’t done any of it.
“Sister Qingqing, so you’ve been doing all these things all along. You’re just too good to everyone,” Qin Ye remarked, turning to look at Qin Qing with even deeper affection and trust in his eyes.
“Sister, don’t you remember any of this?” Su Meng looked at Qin Qing, awaiting her response.
666 had finally figured out the pattern. Whenever its host wore this expression, it usually meant she was about to engage in some trickery or deception.
Like just a few minutes ago when she’d fooled Ji Weichen.
“I remember. It’s just been so long, I’d nearly forgotten. I never expected you’d still remember.” Qin Qing spoke, pressing her lips together as she claimed credit for the good deeds Su Meng described. They must have been things she’d done but forgotten about.
Hearing Qin Qing’s words, Su Meng’s lips curved into an even brighter smile.
No sooner had the words been spoken than with a clatter, the partially closed door swung fully open. Qin’s Father walked in, having just overheard the conversation.