Chapter 148 A Flaw in Identity Leads to a Counterattack
In the previous round of confrontation, Qian Weiguo seemed to be at a disadvantage, but he was like an experienced hunter, calm and patiently waiting for the prey to reveal its weakness.
Several leaders around them had already turned to talk to Old Chen, leaving only the two of them in this corner.
"Miss Bai's patriotism and dedication to her people are truly admirable."
Qian Weiguo held his wine glass, gently swirling the amber liquid inside, his tone full of admiration, as if the offense from just now had never happened.
Bai Zhu also picked up her wine glass, took a small sip of the fruit wine, and smiled as the sweet juice melted on her tongue:
"Uncle Qian, you flatter me. Only when the country is doing well can the family thrive. That's how my little business can last." She humbled herself and adopted a very respectable attitude.
"Miss Bai is too modest." Qian Weiguo sat down in the chair opposite her, naturally closing the distance between them.
"To have built a business to this level, you can't be simply described as a 'small businessman.' Jingyan, that kid, has a really good eye."
He mentioned Lu Jingyan again.
Bai Shu's inner alarm bells had been raised to their highest. This man, who couldn't stop talking about Lu Jingyan, exuded an eerie sense of unfamiliarity.
“Jingyan is such a blockhead, he has no vision at all.” Bai Shu lowered her eyes, her fingers unconsciously stroking the glass, her voice carrying a touch of girlish naivety and complaint.
"If he had any foresight, he wouldn't have left me alone in Beijing."
These words sounded like both a coquettish complaint and a lament, perfectly capturing the mindset of a young woman deeply in love but forced to separate from her lover.
The others who were listening intently all smiled knowingly.
Qian Weiguo's smile faded slightly; he seemed uninterested in this girlish behavior, his gaze behind his glasses still subtly scrutinizing her.
The two chatted casually, from the weather in Beijing to the customs and culture of Shanghai. Qian Weiguo was knowledgeable and witty, and every word he spoke was pleasant and refreshing.
But Bai Shu felt as if she were being watched by a venomous snake, whose gentle appearance concealed fangs ready to pounce and bite at any moment.
Sure enough, when talking about Atractylodes macrocephala's "childhood anecdotes", Qian Weiguo seemingly casually changed the subject.
"Speaking of which, I just remembered something from the past." His tone was nostalgic, with the gentle warmth of an elder reminiscing about the past.
"I remember that Wan Tang was severely allergic to mangoes when she was little. She would break out in red rashes all over her body and itch terribly. Once, she greedily ate a small piece and had to be taken to the hospital in the middle of the night. It almost scared Mr. Su to death. Miss Bai, are you... the same way?"
It's here!
I'm allergic to mangoes!
This is the most private and most fatal piece of information for the original owner of Su Wantang! Because this matter was too dangerous, the Su family kept it a secret, and even many close servants might not know about it. How could Qian Weiguo know so much detail?
This is a dead end!
A dead end that cannot be covered up with any excuse!
If the answer is "yes", then her identity as a Hong Kong businesswoman named "Bai Shu" is a joke. How could someone who is allergic to mangoes be perfectly fine in a place like Hong Kong Island where mango desserts are everywhere?
If she answers "no," then her connection with "Su Wantang" will be completely severed, and the identity of "twin sister" that Grandpa Lu forged for her will immediately reveal a huge, inexplicable loophole!
Qian Weiguo was gambling! He was gambling that she had no idea about this information!
In an instant, all the surrounding sounds disappeared. All Bai Shu could hear was his own heartbeat and the buzzing sound of blood rushing to his head.
Qian Weiguo's scrutinizing gaze was like two X-rays, trying to see right through her, inside and out.
Time seemed to stretch out infinitely at that moment.
Bai Zhu's face gradually lost its color, turning as pale as paper, at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Her hand holding the wine glass began to tremble slightly uncontrollably, and the wine in the glass rippled in circles.
Her lips trembled, she opened them, but couldn't utter a single word.
Those bright, peach-blossom eyes quickly became misty, and their rims turned red at an alarming speed.
Qian Weiguo looked at her reaction, and a knowing, cruel smugness flashed in his eyes behind his glasses.
He won.
Just as he was about to utter the next sentence that would completely seal her fate, Bai Shu's tears rolled down her cheeks without warning.
She didn't burst into loud sobs; instead, she cried silently, one tear after another, sliding down her pale cheeks and landing on the back of her hand.
Her body began to tremble violently, as if she were enduring some immense, unspeakable pain.
"I...my sister..."
She finally made a sound, a hoarse, broken voice filled with heavy sobs.
"She...she loves mangoes the most...she says it's the most delicious thing in the world..."
Bai Shu raised her head, looking at Qian Weiguo with teary eyes. Her eyes had lost their previous sharpness and intelligence, leaving only an overwhelming sadness and despair.
"But she...she can never eat..."
These seemingly random words left Qian Weiguo stunned.
Some of the guests who noticed the commotion also looked over, their faces filled with confusion.
Bai Shu seemed oblivious to all of this; she appeared completely absorbed in her own world, continuing to speak in a trembling voice that was almost incoherent.
"After she left... I started eating mangoes... all kinds of mangoes, green mangoes, daffodil mangoes, ivory mangoes... I ate them all..."
“They all say I’m crazy… Wang Ma also tried to persuade me… but they don’t understand…”
She reached out her other hand and pressed it tightly against her chest, as if the pain was so intense it felt like it was about to burst.
“Every time…every time I eat a mango…I feel…she hasn’t left…she’s still here…she’s just…using my mouth to taste a flavor she’ll never taste in her entire life…”
"I'm... living in her place..."
She practically screamed the last sentence, sobbing uncontrollably.
It was an outburst of suppressed longing, a kind of maddening yearning!
A younger sister who deeply loved her older sister passed away with regret because her sister couldn't enjoy food due to allergies. In a near-self-harming and obsessive way, she tried to fulfill her sister's last wish and feel her sister's presence.
This story is so impactful!
It perfectly, logically, and even with a touch of tragedy, explains why "younger sister" Bai Shu eats mangoes like crazy, while "older sister" Su Wantang can't even touch them!
The "twins" premise, at this moment, is filled with such intense emotional performance that it becomes incredibly solid, leaving no room for error!
The surrounding air instantly became quiet.
All the gazes directed at Bai Shu were filled with sympathy and pity.
Their gazes toward Qian Weiguo were filled with undisguised condemnation and disapproval.
"Who is this person? What's going on?"
"I don't know, it seems like he was recently transferred back, his name is Qian Weiguo."
"Are you sick? On such a joyous day, you're reopening a young girl's wounds. Didn't you see how much she cried?"
"Exactly, he's a jerk! Look how he provoked that person!"
Qian Weiguo was caught off guard by this sudden "emotional outburst" and was completely stunned.
He had imagined countless possible reactions from Bai Zhu: sophistry, denial, or panic.
He never expected that she would "twitch" in such a tragic way!
This isn't answering the question at all; it's using emotions as a weapon, directly nailing him to the moral pillory!
He opened his mouth, wanting to explain something, but found that any words seemed pale and powerless at this moment, even like an excuse for his cruelty.
Bai Zhu, seemingly "out of control," threw down her wine glass, turned around, covered her mouth, and stumbled away, leaving everyone with a trembling, heartbroken back view.
"Weiguo."
A hand slammed heavily on Qian Weiguo's shoulder.
It's Old Chen.
The old leader had walked over at some point, his smile gone, his eyes filled with a clear warning.
"Children's affairs are their own fate. Let bygones be bygones."
Old Chen's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable authority.
"Don't mention it again."
Qian Weiguo's face instantly turned a deep purplish-red, and fine beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.
He knew that he had completely messed up today.
...
In another corner of the courtyard, behind the artificial hill.
Su Wantang leaned against the cold stone with her back to everyone.
The violently shaking shoulders gradually calmed down.
She slowly raised her head, and the sadness, vulnerability, and despair on her face vanished in an instant, replaced by a coldness that seemed to freeze the world.
Tears still clung to the corners of her eyes, but her peach blossom eyes held only a bloodthirsty killing intent.
She raised her hand and gently wiped away the tear stains with her fingertips, a chilling smile curving her lips.
Qian Weiguo...
He is not Lu Jingyan's friend.
He might not even be one of Lu Wenbo's people.
Those who know about the old story of "mango allergy" are definitely not outsiders.
He must be one of the most crucial pawns in the "master's" game!
Today's test was extremely dangerous.
But it also made her certain of one thing.
The clue she had temporarily severed leading to "the Master" had returned to her doorstep.
very good.
Really, it's very good.
Su Wantang closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and when she opened them again, her eyes were a calm abyss.
Eagle's Nest... Mr....
The chessboard you've set up is indeed very large.
But you seem to have forgotten one thing.
What I'm best at is flipping the chessboard!
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