Su Chengyue's face turned ashen. He snatched the photo, his hands trembling.

Xie Heng and Ren Xuelan's expressions instantly turned extremely ugly.

Xie Huaiye's pupils contracted sharply, and he abruptly stood up.

His aura instantly plummeted to freezing point.

He stared at the photos, his eyes sharp as knives, and almost gritted his teeth as he spoke:

"Su Muyao! How dare you slander me! I never attended your birthday party, let alone had anything to do with you..."

He didn't finish his sentence.

Su Muyao immediately covered her chest.

She cried hysterically, as if she had suffered a tremendous injustice.

"What?! You're trying to say you don't remember?! Xie Huaiye! You bastard! You got me drunk on my birthday...you took advantage of me...and now you want to deny it?!"

"I'm so ashamed I can't face anyone! You have to take responsibility for me! You have to marry me! Otherwise, I'll release these photos to all the media!"

"Let everyone see what kind of hypocritical beast the eldest son of the Xie family really is!"

She cried out and almost collapsed to the ground, but was caught by the flustered Jiang Lan.

All the pressure was instantly placed on Xie Huaiye and Yan Ning!

Xie's parents looked extremely grim.

Despite the doubts, the photos were right in front of them.

Su Chengyue was both shocked and furious, looking at his granddaughter who was crying so hard she was almost fainting.

Looking at those disturbing photos, I was at a loss as to whom to believe.

The entire private room was in complete chaos.

Amidst this chaos, Yan Ning remained unusually calm.

She held Xie Huaiye's arm, who was on the verge of exploding.

Then he stood up.

She didn't look at the crying Su Muyao, but instead calmly scanned the scattered photos.

His voice was clear and calm: "A few photos taken from suspicious angles, a story full of holes."

"Su Muyao, just tell me that he bullied you that night?"

Yan Ning picked up a photograph.

Pointing to Xie Huaiye's completely unconscious state in the photo.

She looked coldly at the wailing Su Muyao:

"How could a man who is mentally unstable and easily manipulated take the initiative to bully you?"

"You're quite skilled at posing for selfies."

Su Muyao suddenly stood up, her face ashen: "What do you mean? Are you questioning me?"

Yan Ning remained calm and unhurried, gently tapping a corner of the photograph with her finger:

"Do you want me to help you review how you took this photo?"

Her voice suddenly turned sharp, "Look closely! Here—hospital gowns are showing!"

"This wasn't taken in a restaurant private room at all; it was taken in Xie Huaiye's VIP hospital room when he had amnesia!"

"You're talking nonsense!"

Su Muyao retorted shrilly, "This photo was taken in the private room! Don't make false accusations!"

Yan Ning sneered and suddenly pulled out a yellow paper talisman from his pocket.

"Since you refuse to admit it, then let everyone see the truth!"

With a flick of her finger, the talisman spontaneously combusted without fire.

It transformed into a pale golden mist in the air.

A dynamic scene suddenly appeared in the fog—

Su Muyao sneaked into the ward.

After looking around, he quickly poured a packet of medicine powder into Xie Huaiye's water glass.

After he fell into a coma, she actually took off his clothes and took various intimate photos of him!

The entire room fell silent.

"Mu Yao! How could you... do such a thing!"

Su Chengyue slammed his hand on the table, making the teacups rattle and clang.

His face was ashen, and his finger trembled as he pointed at his granddaughter.

Su Muyao watched as her carefully woven dream shattered amidst the illusory light and shadows.

Her face turned from white to green.

Finally, it swelled to a crazy purplish-red.

She abruptly broke free from her mother's hand, pointed directly at Yan Ning, and almost broke into a scream:

"It's you! Yan Ning! It's all because of you, you persistent, despicable woman! What kind of dark magic did you use to forge these things!"

"You're just jealous! Jealous that I can get close to Brother Huaiye! You'll die a horrible death!!"

After saying that, she grabbed a teacup from the side and smashed it hard.

The porcelain shattered at Yan Ning's feet, scattering fragments everywhere.

"Mu Yao! Stop! Are you crazy?!"

Jiang Lan screamed.

He rushed over to hug his daughter.

But Su Muyao suddenly pushed him away, and he staggered a few steps and almost fell.

She turned to Ren Xuelan and Su Chengyue, pleading and crying, her voice filled with terror:

"Dad! Sister Xuelan! The child is still young; she was just confused and got stuck on something!"

"Please, please forgive her this time, considering she's young and doesn't know any better!"

Ren Xuelan abruptly stood up, her face frosty.

Her gaze was sharp as a knife, rudely interrupting Jiang Lan's sobbing:

"Young? Immature? Sister Lan, you make it sound so easy for you to say that!"

"Could a child who doesn't understand the world possibly come up with such a vicious scheme as drugging someone, stripping them, and taking photos to frame them?!"

"Our Xie family's heir was almost completely ruined innocence and reputation by her!"

"This is the fine daughter your Su family has pampered and raised?! I've truly seen something new today!"

These words resonated deeply.

The blow left Jiang Lan pale and speechless.

"Enough! Shut up, all of you!"

Su Chengyue slammed his fist on the mahogany table.

A loud "thud" resounded, startling everyone.

His temples were bulging with veins, and his chest heaved violently.

Pointing at the still frantic Su Muyao, he roared towards the door:

"Are they all dead?! Come in! Drag this wretch who has disgraced the Su family back to his room and lock him up!"

"No one is allowed to release her without my order!"

Two burly servants immediately bowed their heads and hurried in.

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