Her lips trembled slightly, and the corners of her mouth twitched from time to time. It seemed that there were thousands of words swirling on the tip of her tongue, but they were stuck in her throat and she couldn't say them out.
Su Huaiyue stared at Jing Zhiwan closely, his eyes as sharp as torches, as if he wanted to see through her, not missing any slight change in expression on her face.
She took a step forward, pressing closer and closer: "From the moment you saw the portrait, something was wrong with you. Jing Zhiwan, stop hiding it and tell us everything you know. What on earth did Yan Shu do in this case? And why are you so scared?"
Su Huaiyue's voice trembled slightly, filled with anxiety and a hint of anger. She knew very well that the matter behind this was by no means simple, and Jing Zhiwan must know something.
Jing Zhiwan bit her lower lip until it turned white, her teeth sinking deeply into the flesh, as if she wanted to use the pain to suppress the panic in her heart.
Tears welled up in her eyes uncontrollably, large drops of teardrops rolled down her cheeks and dripped onto her clothes, leaving dark stains.
Her voice was tearful, yet stubborn. "Sister Su, stop guessing. I really don't know anything. It's normal to be scared after seeing that portrait. The dismemberment case is so horrific. I'm just a weak woman, how could I not be scared? How can you suspect that I have anything to do with Yan Shu just because of this?"
As she spoke, she kept wiping her tears with her handkerchief, but the tears were like beads that had broken off the string and could not be wiped away no matter how hard she tried.
Looking at her like this, Su Huaiyue became even more certain that Jing Zhiwan was hiding something.
"Jing Zhiwan, stop pretending. Your reaction is too abnormal. If it has nothing to do with Yan Shu, how could this happen? If you don't explain it clearly today, I'm afraid it will be difficult to get away."
Su Huaiyue's eyes were determined and her tone became tough. She didn't want to be brushed off by Jing Zhiwan anymore.
Just when Su Huaiyue thought Jing Zhiwan would continue to quibble, Jing Zhiwan's expression suddenly took a 180-degree turn.
She instantly put away her sad expression and forced a smile, although the smile still had traces of tears on it, which looked a little strange.
She said in a tearful voice, "Sister, you misunderstood. I just felt a little sorry for the victims of the dismemberment case. It really has nothing to do with Yan Shu. Master Yan is a good man. He has always taken good care of me. I think you and he are a good match. I can even help to set them up."
"Sister, you are so smart and beautiful, and Master Yan is so elegant. If you two were together, it would be a perfect match."
Su Huaiyue felt disgusted, but she still managed to cope with it with a forced smile: "Sister, you have a good intention, but Master Yan and I have no such intention. I really don't have any feelings for him, so please don't mention it again."
Su Huaiyue tried her best to remain calm on the surface, but in her heart she was very disgusted with Jing Zhiwan's sudden change. She knew that Jing Zhiwan was deliberately changing the subject and didn't want her to pursue the matter further.
Jing Zhiwan seemed to have not heard Su Huaiyue's rejection, and continued to talk about Yan Shu's advantages: "Master Yan not only has a wealthy family, but also has great talent. I don't know how many girls in this city are attracted to him. It would be a pity if you missed him, sister."
Su Huaiyue suppressed her impatience and nodded perfunctorily: "Okay, okay, sister, let's talk about this later."
Jing Zhiwan then stopped talking and said, "Okay, sister, I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."
After saying that, she hurriedly tidied her clothes and turned to leave.
After Jing Zhiwan left, Su Huaiyue's face instantly darkened.
She felt that Jing Zhiwan's behavior was too strange, and there must be some unspeakable secret behind it, and this secret might be inextricably linked to Yan Shu.
What on earth did Yan Shu do to make Jing Zhiwan so frightened?
Jing Zhiwan hurriedly left Meiyan Pavilion, her steps so flustered that she almost fell.
Her hair was flying messily in the wind, and her carefully combed bun was a little loose, with a few strands of hair sticking to her sweaty cheeks.
Her originally delicate makeup was smudged by tears and sweat, and the rouge around her eyes was smudged, making her look disheveled.
Her hands were tightly clutching the hem of her skirt, her knuckles turning white from the force. Every step she took felt like she was stepping on hot charcoal, anxious and flustered.
At a corner, she encountered a guard wearing the Yan family's insignia. The guard was dressed in black, standing tall and straight like a pine tree. The unique Yan family emblem embroidered on his clothes gleamed with a cold, hard luster in the sunlight.
When the guard saw her, he first saluted respectfully. His movements were standard and neat, but his tone left no room for doubt: "Miss Jing, Master Yan invites you to have a chat at the restaurant."
His voice was low and cold, and it was particularly clear in the noisy street.
When Jing Zhiwan heard this, her heart skipped a beat, as if she had been hit by a heavy hammer.
She forced a smile that was uglier than crying, the corners of her mouth twitching slightly, and she said with a trembling voice, "I have something else to do, so it's not convenient for me now."
Her eyes were wandering, not daring to look directly into the guard's eyes. One hand was unconsciously tugging at the corner of her clothes, revealing her inner nervousness and anxiety.
The guard just smiled, and that smile was without any warmth, like the cold wind in winter.
He pointed calmly at the official who was posting the woman's portrait in the distance, without saying another word.
The direction that hand pointed seemed to be a death sentence.
Jing Zhiwan looked in the direction of his finger, and her face turned pale in an instant, as if all the blood had been drained away.
Her lips trembled slightly, and her whole body was frozen in place as if under a spell.
Various thoughts flashed through her mind rapidly. She knew that Yan Shu's call on her must be for no good reason, but if she didn't go, the official who posted the portrait might arrest her as a scapegoat at any time based on Yan Shu's instructions.
After hesitating for a moment, she bit her lips so hard that they bled. Finally, she reluctantly gave in.
She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself, but her rapid breathing still revealed her fear.
She nodded slightly, her voice as quiet as a mosquito's buzz: "Okay, I'll go with you."
After saying this, she dragged her heavy steps and followed the guards. Every step was filled with reluctance and fear, as if she was walking towards an unknown abyss.
Along the way, Jing Zhiwan felt extremely depressed, and every step she took seemed to weigh a thousand pounds.
Jing Zhiwan, feeling anxious, came to the restaurant under the guidance of the guards.
The restaurant was bustling with people coming and going, and the noise was endless.
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