Si Mingjing frowned slightly, her expression grave. "Yes, the Ye Family wants to treat Mo Yinhe’s illness. If I can cure him, this debt will be settled. If not, they will co after the Song Group."
Song Tengfei’s heart, like a roller coaster, plumted to the depths once again. "Nonsense! What makes you think you’re capable of curing Mo Yinhe’s illness?" He simply didn’t believe she possessed such remarkable skill.
Si Mingjing adopted the tone of soone making a last-ditch effort. "Regardless, I have to try. The Song Group is at a critical juncture, facing a life-or-death crisis. As a mber of the Song Family, how can I stand idly by?"
"Co back with to see your great-grandfather! Even your great-grandfather isn’t fully confident he can treat Mo Yinhe’s illness. How dare you boast that you can cure him?"
Song Tengfei was aghast. A taphorical blade seed to hang over his head, sending repeated chills down his spine. This truly was a great calamity for the Song Family!
On the way, Song Tengfei called Old Master Song. He didn’t fully believe Si Mingjing’s words. Old Master Song had extensive connections, so so things could still be verified. Si Mingjing sat quietly beside Song Tengfei, not at all afraid of him investigating. Right now, she was already scheming how to dig a huge pit for the Song Family to fall into, making Mo Yinhe utterly disgusted with them and shattering Song Pianlan’s last hope of marrying Mo Yinhe.
「Half an hour later.」
Song Tengfei drove back ho. Old Master Song had already gotten to the bottom of the whole affair through the hospital doctors. The details were mostly consistent with Si Mingjing’s account: she had saved the Ye Family’s child, and in his excitent, the child had imdiately made a marriage recruitnt call.
Song Pianlan’s voice suddenly rose. "How is that possible? She’s a good-for-nothing piece of trash from Prison Star, utterly useless! How could she possibly have cured the Ye Family’s child?"
Song Pianlan thought for a mont, then declared with certainty, "That child definitely didn’t have a fracture, just a dislocation! Si Mingjing just got incredibly lucky; it was a fluke! I’m going to tear that little hussy apart!"
Speak of the devil. Song Pianlan saw Si Mingjing enter with Song Tengfei and rushed towards her, taking large strides. She was about to slap Si Mingjing on the spot, to see if she’d dare try to snatch her opportunities again!
A subtle shift in Si Mingjing’s eyes was the only indication, but she didn’t flinch. As Song Pianlan closed in, Si Mingjing moved with lightning speed. Suddenly, before Song Pianlan could strike, Si Mingjing raised her hand and viciously slapped her across the face.
SLAP! The crisp sound echoed.
"AAAH!" Song Pianlan’s shriek reverberated through the entire living room. Unsteady in her high heels, she lost her balance and crashed to the ground.
Everyone in the living room was stunned. Si Mingjing’s pupils abruptly turned a golden-yellow. She then raised her leg and viciously kicked Song Pianlan, looking as if she had been provoked into a mad frenzy.
Song Tengfei hurriedly grabbed Si Mingjing’s arm. "Stop it!"
At this, Si Mingjing snapped her head up; golden flas seed to blaze fiercely within her eyes. Song Tengfei stumbled back two steps in fright.
It was Old Master Song who then strode forward and inserted a Silver Needle into the back of Si Mingjing’s head. Only then did the fla-like golden pupils in Si Mingjing’s eyes gradually calm, returning to their normal black. Her ferocious expression also softened into one of bewildernt.
A mont later, Si Mingjing noticed everyone staring at her in horror. She blinked in confusion. "What happened?"
Seeing Song Pianlan on the ground, her face red and swollen, Si Mingjing seed to understand. She bit her lip, an apologetic look on her face.
"Sorry, did I... have an episode? I have acute stress disorder. On Prison Star, prisoners often bullied , and eventually, I developed this condition. Whenever I sense soone is about to attack , I imdiately have an episode and beco extrely violent. From now on, please don’t approach with hostility, or you might get accidentally hurt."
Her unspoken ssage was clear: I’m unwell; don’t provoke .
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