The video of Su Qian hitting people with a mop somehow got uploaded online.
In the video, she was swinging the mop like a war god, sending a group of delinquent girls scattering in all directions. Within just one morning, it had already racked up over a million likes.
After netizens even dug up the bullying history of those girls, the internet collectively started calling her the “Mop War God.”
As soon as the Mop War God appeared, she instantly went viral.
Of course, Su Muyao and Ji Yuhan’s fanbases were extremely strong, and many people followed the crowd to insult Su Qian as well.
[So now we’re promoting violence? From the video alone, you can’t even tell who the bully is.]
[Am I the only one who feels like Su Qian has been trending too much these past two days? Feels like it’s all planned, like she’s trying to step on Su Muyao to rise.]
[Exactly?? I saw the official announcement for “Heartbeat Star” today saying they invited a top-tier rich young lady… hard not to overthink it…]
[Feeling sorry for my Muyao, being used as a stepping stone for a rich lady.]
……
Su Qian didn’t bother reading the comment section drama at all.
But in the hospital, Ji Yuhan was holding his phone with a dark expression, staring at the video of Su Qian swinging the mop.
Su Muyao sat quietly beside him, peeling an apple and softly saying, “Maybe Qianqian has been under a lot of pressure these past few days… that’s why she’s been acting out.”
Ji Yuhan tightened his grip on his phone, his face cold and ugly.
“She’s gone crazy.”
This woman, unable to win his love, had first tried to bind him with marriage, and now she was resorting to this kind of attention-seeking behavior.
Heh. Useless effort.
He would never take her back just because she acted out like this.
She’d better behave herself. If she could be obedient, for the sake of the old master, he could reluctantly accept the arranged marriage.
But if she continued being so ungrateful…
Ji Yuhan’s expression turned cold as he slowly rotated the prayer beads on his wrist.
At that moment, his phone rang.
Su Muyao, sitting beside him peeling the apple, quietly pricked up her ears to listen.
“What?? Grandpa’s condition isn’t serious?”
“Good… Su Qian! Tell Su Qian to come see me immediately!”
“…What?”
“She wants to break off the engagement??”
Su Muyao’s peeling motion stopped mid-air as she strained to listen.
“Yes… Miss Su said her status doesn’t match yours, and also—” the person on the other end hesitated.
“She finally has some self-awareness,” Ji Yuhan said coldly. “What else did she say?”
“She said… she wants you to marry Young Master Su instead.”
“……”
Ji Yuhan’s face turned to ice. He hung up immediately.
Beside him, Su Muyao was also stunned.
Su Qian had been suppressed by her mother since childhood and was basically a soft, easily bullied “soft persimmon.” After returning to the Su family, all she wanted was family affection, and she had always been submissive toward Ji Yuhan.
How could she dare say something like this to Old Master Ji? That was basically suicide!
Quickly seizing the opportunity, Su Muyao pretended she heard nothing. “What’s wrong, Ahan? What happened?”
But Ji Yuhan didn’t even look at her.
He said nothing, lips pressed tightly together, and directly called Su Qian.
For the first time ever, being ignored by him, Su Muyao clenched the apple in her hand.
If Su Qian kept acting like this… it might really be her scheme.
After all, Ji Yuhan hadn’t contacted Su Qian for a long time! Now, regardless of the reason, he was actually reaching out first—her plan might really succeed!
Su Muyao’s heart tightened as she worried Su Qian might pull some green-tea trick.
But—
The call didn’t go through.
She had been blocked.
Ji Yuhan stared at his phone in disbelief.
The crown prince of the Ji family had, for the first time in his life, been blocked by someone.
He opened WeChat.
The chat history was full of messages Su Qian had sent unilaterally; he had never replied to a single one.
With a cold expression, he hesitated for a moment, then arrogantly sent a question mark.
The message failed to send.
A red exclamation mark appeared.
He was blocked on WeChat too.
Ji Yuhan almost laughed from anger. Through gritted teeth, he said, “Su Qian… very good.”
Beside him, Su Muyao’s expression stiffened.
Ji Yuhan was always cold and detached toward everyone. Before, Su Qian had desperately tried to please him, but he didn’t even look at her.
But now…
Watching his fingers tighten around the prayer beads, Su Muyao felt alarm bells ringing in her mind.
That gesture meant he had truly noticed Su Qian.
This woman… must be eliminated as soon as possible.
……
When Su Qian read the novel, she always thought Ji Yuhan was an over-the-top “pretentious cool guy.”
He didn’t want the engagement, but never said it directly. Instead, he relied on his “cold, detached Buddhist-like persona” to emotionally manipulate the original host.
In the entertainment industry too—he enjoyed the benefits of his aloof Buddhist image while crushing competitors, acting like he was the only pure one in the entire industry.
Tch. He took all the advantages for himself.
So the moment she transmigrated, she blocked all of Ji Yuhan’s contacts.
If they wanted to fight, they could do it on Weibo—fair and square.
As a result, Ji Yuhan’s rage meant nothing to her.
All she knew was that when she got home, something about Su Muyao was off.
For the past two days, Su Muyao had been staying at the hospital by Ji Yuhan’s side like a tragic couple, barely leaving even for a night.
Yet today, when Su Qian came back from school, Su Muyao was already at home.
Standing on the staircase, her long black hair draped over her shoulders, wearing a white dress, she looked at Su Qian with a sorrowful, wounded expression.
“What, you’re dressed for a funeral? Who died?” Su Qian glanced at her twice.
“Qianqian…” Su Muyao’s expression stiffened slightly before she continued, “There might be some misunderstanding between us. I really want to talk to you.”
Su Qian actually laughed.
“If you’ve got time, you should practice your acting more. It’s so fake I can’t even watch.”
She sat on the sofa, grabbed a peach, and started eating it loudly.
Su Muyao froze; her “white lotus” expression nearly cracked.
This Su Qian…!
She forced a smile. “I just want to clear up the misunderstanding. Let’s go to my room, Qianqian.”
“No.”
“…Huh?” Su Muyao didn’t expect her to refuse so directly.
“You don’t even want to know why Dad and Brother don’t like you?”
“No.”
“Or my relationship with Ahan?”
“No.”
“You—”
“You sent all the servants away just to wait for me to go upstairs so you could push me down the stairs and frame me, didn’t you?”
Su Qian had already seen through everything.
“Are you not tired of this? This kind of trick hasn’t even been used in dramas for ten years,” she said, disgusted.
“You…!” Su Muyao hadn’t expected to be exposed so bluntly.
Seeing no one around, she stopped pretending altogether and sneered, “So what if I frame you? Dad and Brother will still believe me. It doesn’t matter whether you come or not!”
Su Qian tossed away the peach pit, clapped her hands, and stood up.
“…What are you doing?” Su Muyao asked warily, stepping back.
Su Qian walked to the bottom of the stairs, looked up at her, and smiled.
“You’re right.”
Su Muyao froze.
The next second—
Su Qian dramatically flopped onto the ground and screamed:
“Help! Murder! Su Muyao pushed me down the stairs!”
At that exact moment, the front door of the Su family was pushed open.
Su Jianye, who had just returned from the United States, and Su Yichen beside him, walked in—and saw the scene unfold.