He Wan’s face instantly turned the color of pig liver.
At the same time, a sharp, stabbing pain suddenly shot through the place where Yan Sui had been holding her arm.
“Ah! Get away! Die, you bitch!”
The sudden pain made her violently struggle, and she shoved Yan Sui away with all her strength.
But this time, there was no resistance at all.
The little girl was flung backward and staggered, nearly falling to the ground.
The grievance she had been suppressing finally erupted at that moment.
“Auntie, I was just worried about you… why do you hate me so much?!”
Tears fell in large drops. She held her injured shoulder, her eyes full of pain and despair.
He Wan’s hair was disheveled—no trace of a noble lady remained.
She raised her hand high, ready to slap her.
Lin Ran stood frozen in shock, instinctively pulling Yan Sui back a few steps.
Lin Qi rushed forward and grabbed He Wan’s arm.
“Mom! What are you doing?!”
Even Lin Jian, who had always been indifferent, could not ignore it anymore.
“He Wan! Enough! Do you think we’re blind?
“You almost fell just now—Yan Sui was helping you. What are you even talking about?”
He Wan’s vision went dark with rage, almost laughing in disbelief.
“She helped me? I almost fell because of her! There was clearly a puddle of water there!
“She just cursed me in my ear, and she even stabbed my arm with a needle!”
She rolled up her sleeve, revealing the painful spot.
She had expected her arm to be swollen or bleeding.
But there was nothing.
At most, there was a faint redness—nothing serious at all.
On the other hand, Yan Sui had just been knocked against the wall. Her wrist was red and slightly swollen.
The little girl was shaking uncontrollably as she cried.
Lin Ran’s expression became extremely complicated. She gently patted Yan Sui’s back and comforted her softly.
“Yan Sui, I’m sorry. Go sit over there for a moment.”
Yan Sui bit her lip, saying nothing, and walked to the corner of the room.
Her slender figure looked distant and fragile.
Lin Qi looked back at her, anger burning in his chest.
He had a bad temper to begin with, and now he spoke without restraint.
“She stabbed you with a needle? Where’s the needle? Where’s the wound?
“All I see is a good girl and a crazy woman.
“Mom, you really need to go to the hospital and get your head checked!”
SLAP!
A loud slap landed.
Lin Qi’s head snapped to the side as he froze.
For the first time in his life, he had been slapped.
His eyes turned red as he looked back furiously.
Lin Ran felt another jolt of panic and quickly stepped in to stop him.
“Brother, Mom just lost her temper. It wasn’t intentional. Go ice your face first.”
She needed to separate everyone quickly—otherwise things would only get worse.
Lin Qi was breathing heavily, refusing to calm down. Just as he was about to argue again, his clothes were gently tugged.
He turned around.
Yan Sui, eyes red and teary, was holding an ice pack.
“Listen to your sister… go ice your face, okay? Otherwise it’ll swell tomorrow.”
The anger in Lin Qi’s chest was still burning, his heartbeat pounding violently—but at that moment, an indescribable softness surged up inside him.
He was clearly a stubborn teenager, yet he obediently followed Yan Sui and walked aside.
Lin Ran glanced at Yan Sui and finally let out a breath of relief, turning back to calm He Wan.
“Mom, maybe you were just frightened or stressed. It’s okay. You’re not injured.”
He Wan’s face twisted.
“I told you—she’s acting! Didn’t you hear her call me a dog?!”
Lin Ran hesitated. It was difficult to agree, so she changed the subject.
“Mom, let’s not talk about that. Calm down. Do you want some water?
“If your arm hurts, should we call a doctor to check it?”
She gently patted He Wan’s chest, trying to soothe her.
He Wan slowly regained some rationality—but the more rational she became, the more furious she felt.
“Call the doctor!” she said through gritted teeth.
That pain earlier was absolutely real. Who knew what that little bitch had done to her.
Lin Jian stood aside with a look of irritation.
Their marriage had always been smooth—from acquaintance to love to marriage, they shared the same goals and rarely argued.
But recently, he could no longer understand her.
Before bringing Yan Sui back, they had agreed on everything.
They needed a daughter for a business marriage alliance.
One who would only bring benefits, not dowry.
That was the plan.
Send her to school for a couple of years, polish her image, and marry her off. Perfect.
He Wan only needed to ignore her.
So why had everything turned into this?
Was it because Yan Sui reminded her of Yan Qing?
Yan Qing…
The moment that name surfaced in his mind, Lin Jian frowned slightly in discomfort.
No. She wasn’t that fragile.
When she saw Yan Qing’s corpse back then—even in such a hellish scene—she hadn’t lost control…
The doctor arrived.
Lin Jian withdrew his thoughts and watched as the doctor carefully examined He Wan.
X-rays were taken.
The final conclusion: nothing wrong at all.
“Impossible!” He Wan clutched Lin Ran’s hand tightly.
Lin Ran forced a gentle smile.
“Let’s go home, Mom. I already asked Yan Yuange to pack dinner and send it home—it should be there by now.
“I’m hungry too, Mom. Let’s not think about this anymore, okay?”
He Wan felt a tight knot in her chest, so suffocated she could barely breathe.
In the end, she didn’t want to make things difficult for her daughter and reluctantly nodded.
“Fine. But don’t let me see that bitch again.”
Lin Ran helped her into the car.
She called Lin Qi to get in too, but he refused.
“Go home? I just got slapped and you still want me to go back?
“What about Yan Sui? Are we just leaving her alone?”
Lin Ran glanced at Yan Sui.
She had only been abroad for two or three months. Before she left, everything had been harmonious. Now it had completely fallen apart.
Until today, she had thought Yan Sui was the problem.
But now…
“Fine. Then you go back to school with Yan Sui,” she said, not insisting further.
Lin Qi immediately grabbed Yan Sui and left without looking back.
Yan Sui kept turning her head, tear stains still on her face, not forgetting to say goodbye to Lin Ran.
Lin Ran nodded slightly.
Yan Sui withdrew her gaze and rubbed her wrist.
Hehe.
So interesting.
He Wan’s expression just now… truly too interesting.
As for Lin Ran…
Yan Sui savored her in her mind with great interest.
After getting into the taxi, Lin Qi’s voice rang beside her.
“Sorry… I let you get wronged again.”
The little girl shook her head sadly.
“It’s okay. You already defended me a lot. Maybe I really am the problem.”
“Not at all!” Lin Qi suddenly became anxious. “Don’t think like that. It’s my mom’s issue. You’re really good, you…”
His words were interrupted by a phone ringtone.
Yan Sui paused.
Only then did she realize it was her phone.
She took it out and saw an unfamiliar number sending a message.
No—it wasn’t unfamiliar.
It was Jiang Yuan’s number.