Song Xinyu’s pupils suddenly widened.
She looked at the man before her. His cheeks seemed slightly flushed, as if he were drunk.
Her gaze lowered. Between the two of them… ahem, things were a little too honest.
The man’s Adam’s apple bobbed up and down. Under the hazy hotel lighting, his entire body radiated an intense masculine aura that was downright unfair.
Something about this atmosphere was wrong.
She had clearly already stabbed herself!
She had painstakingly accumulated an entire pool of dragon-fruit-colored blood water, so how had it all turned into bright rose petals?
And there was even an extra man here.
This man did not look like some ghost or monster either. One head, two eyes, one mouth—completely normal.
To be precise, he was excessively handsome.
She stared at him like a nail fixed in place, making Lin Ting feel like some ridiculous prey. Was she considering which body part to start with first?
He desperately restrained himself, biting his lips until they turned crimson. “Song Xinyu, don’t even think about it!”
“Ah???”
“Oh… I get it now…”
Suddenly, a wave of memories that did not belong to her assaulted her mind.
She had transmigrated into the novel 《Rich Heiress, I Only Want You》 written by her frenemy.
Fortunately, she could live another 300 days.
Because she had become the Cannon Fodder Female Supporting Character with the exact same name.
And quite honorably, this very moment happened to be the Cannon Fodder Female Supporting Character’s shining scene—being caught climbing into someone’s bed…
Before she could react, the door burst open.
The person who rushed in immediately started cursing without explanation. “Song Xinyu, how could you even steal your own sister’s man—”
Unbelievably, the person scolding her the fiercest was her biological mother, Madam Zhuang Ping.
“Mom, don’t get angry first. Let little sister explain. Maybe she had her own difficulties.” The one pleading for mercy was her biological older sister, Song Xinyan. Yet within those gentle eyes flashed a cold viciousness.
“What could she possibly explain? She’s always been like this—anything belonging to her sister, she wants to steal it.”
“Shameless little thing.” Her mother wore an expression of disappointment and hatred toward failure.
Meanwhile, the older sister took a bathrobe hanging nearby and carefully draped it over her younger sister as though she were being considerate.
At the same time, an extremely noble-looking woman stood nearby. Her dignified temperament resembled an Empress straight out of a television drama.
Her gaze was sharp. Looking down at others from above, she naturally carried an oppressive aura.
It made people want to kneel and beg for forgiveness within seconds.
She was Lin Ting’s mother, Aunt Jing.
Mother Song secretly observed her attitude.
Seeing Aunt Jing’s brows tightly furrowed in dissatisfaction, Mother Song immediately raised her hand, wanting to slap her younger daughter. “Look at the foolish thing you’ve done. See if I don’t beat you to death.”
At that moment, Song Xinyan tightly hugged her younger sister. “Mom, don’t get agitated. Little sister is still young and ignorant. Whatever it is, we can talk about it at home.”
“There’s still a banquet going on outside. If this turns into a huge scene, it won’t look good for either the Song Family or the Lin Family.”
Mother Song sighed emotionally and reluctantly lowered her hand. “Xiao Yan really does know how to consider the bigger picture.”
Aunt Jing remained expressionless as she swept her gaze around the room. Her eyes passed over Song Xinyu with obvious disgust before turning toward her own son, filled with heartache.
Her son looked extremely disheveled.
Fortunately, they had received the news in time and rushed over immediately.
Meanwhile, Song Xinyan did not forget to offer warmth to Lin Ting. She handed another bathrobe to him with utmost thoughtfulness. “Lin Ting, put this on first. I’ve already informed your assistant to bring over a fresh set of clothes.”
“I’m sorry. This is my fault for not disciplining my younger sister properly and letting her offend you. But she really didn’t do it on purpose. I spoiled her too much…”
Lin Ting looked toward Song Xinyan.
That fair palm-sized face looked pitiful with tears trembling in her eyes, like lotus leaves on West Lake carrying morning dew. It made people utterly unable to bear blaming her.
Clearly, none of this had been her fault, yet she still had to apologize for her ignorant younger sister.
On the other hand, Song Xinyu—the actual culprit—not only showed no remorse, she even rolled her eyes?
【What nonsense are you talking about? Wasn’t this rotten idea yours in the first place?】
【Seriously, this scheming sister is unbelievable.】
【Knowing she was about to get dumped and afraid her title as the number one socialite would be ruined, she encouraged her own younger sister to climb into bed with him. Only she could come up with something this immoral.】
Lin Ting: ???
What did he just hear?
Lin Ting realized that Song Xinyu had not opened her mouth at all, yet he had heard an entire barrage of dense commentary.
Looking around again, nobody else reacted.
Only he could hear it.
As he carefully reconsidered everything that had happened from beginning to end, along with all the details, even someone as cautious as him had fallen into this trap. Clearly, this had been premeditated and meticulously planned.
With that kind of scheming mind, Song Xinyu—the silly sweet girl—really was incapable of pulling it off.
At that moment, Aunt Jing saw that Song Xinyu showed no intention of repenting and instead let her older sister continue apologizing beside her.
The anger in her heart could no longer be suppressed.
She walked up to Song Xinyu and slapped toward her face.
Everyone gasped.
Song Xinyu actually caught Aunt Jing’s slap. Then, shamelessly, she even touched the other woman’s manicure. “Aunt Jing, your manicure is so pretty. Be careful not to damage it.”
“You…” Clearly, Aunt Jing did not know how to respond for a moment.
【I’m not the old me anymore. You think I’d still stupidly stand there waiting to get slapped…】
Thankfully, she knew the plot of the novel.
She knew that although Aunt Jing appeared elegant, her destructive power was actually terrifying.
And how could Song Xinyan not be doing this intentionally?
She had deliberately acted gentle and magnanimous so Aunt Jing would feel indignant on her behalf and personally take action.
“Well, what’s done is done, apologies have already been made, so why don’t we all just go home?”
Nobody had expected that the one who should have been criticized the most—the culprit herself—would be so completely free of guilt and so open and calm about it.
She even told everyone to go home.
Aunt Jing took a deep breath to calm herself down. “Song Xinyu, we all know that you’ve been obsessively in love with Lin Ting, but that still doesn’t justify doing something this outrageous.”
“He is your sister’s fiancé. Today’s banquet was supposed to announce their wedding date.”
“So don’t even dream of replacing your sister and marrying into the Lin Family.”
Aunt Jing’s words were both a warning and a reprimand.
They also completely severed Song Xinyu’s fantasies.
【If you ask me, this marriage will still happen anyway…】
【Just think about how pitiful Song Xinyu’s life in the Song Family has been. A biased mother, a scheming sister everywhere you look. She originally thought marrying into the Lin Family would let her finally find happiness, but Lin Ting barely even went home…】
Song Xinyu’s eyes suddenly lit up.
【Not going home is great! Lin Ting gives her a seven-figure allowance every month and never comes home. Where else can you find such a convenient husband?】
Lin Ting heard this and fell silent.
He and Song Xinyu got married?
【It’s just a pity…】
Lin Ting: A pity what?
【She killed herself less than a year after marrying in…】
Lin Ting: ……
【Well, who told me I’m only the Cannon Fodder Female Supporting Character? But…】
Lin Ting: Hurry up and say it…
“However, Lin Ting and I were basically the same. I slit my wrists to commit suicide, while he jumped off a building. We were basically a buy-one-get-one-free package…”