The girl gave a disdainful snort and turned to look at Han Songyan on the bed.
He curled his lip in disdain: "If the boss hadn't ordered me to save you, I would have really hoped you would suffer some kind of retribution."
Despite her complaints, the girl took out a small black bottle, about the thickness of a thumb, from her crossbody bag, uncorked it, and held the bottle up to Han Songyan's nose.
In just a moment, Han Songyan, who was in a deep coma, frowned slightly, her eyelids trembled, and she slowly opened her eyes.
Upon seeing an unfamiliar face, Han Songyan was momentarily stunned before sitting up in shock.
Looking down at herself and realizing she was completely naked, Han Songyan screamed like a madwoman, "Ah!"
The girl glanced at Han Songyan with disdain: "Stop shouting, you're making my ears go deaf."
"You...you, Qingyun, that beast, what...what did you do to me?"
Han Songyan clutched the blanket, completely on the verge of collapse. Her clothes had been stripped off, and she was still lying on the bed. How long had she been unconscious? What had that beast Qingyun done to her?
If... if she really was humiliated by Qingyun, how could she face her family?
Thinking of Bai Kangyan, Han Songyan closed her eyes in despair.
No, she dared not think about that outcome; she would rather die than see the look of disappointment in Bai Kangyan's eyes.
The girl scoffed lightly: "If I were in cahoots with that old Taoist priest, would you still be sitting here so peacefully?"
Han Songyan's eyes welled up with tears as she looked at the girl in front of her in disbelief.
"You're not with him? Then I..."
The girl pouted and glanced at Qingyun, who had fainted in the corner: "The old Taoist priest is over there. He just stripped you naked. I arrived before that old bastard could do anything to you."
Han Songyan followed the girl's gaze and saw Qingyun lying unconscious on the ground, her face bruised and swollen. Han Songyan frowned deeply.
"So, you saved me?"
The girl didn't say anything, picked up the clothes that were on the ground and threw them to Han Songyan, then walked to Qingyun's side, squatted down, and took out her phone from Qingyun's pocket.
After fiddling with her phone for a while, the girl smiled coldly, got up, and walked back to the bedside.
Han Songyan dressed as quickly as possible, and the girl tossed her phone aside.
"See for yourself, see what kind of person your good daughter really is."
Han Songyan was stunned for a moment, then slowly reached out and picked up her phone. On the screen, a nude photo was particularly glaring. Han Songyan felt as if her eyes had been stabbed by a needle. Her hands trembled as she continued to scroll through the screen.
The second, the third, the fourth... a total of nine photos, the photos were extremely explicit, even showing very private areas.
Finally, there was a video, the contents of which need no further explanation.
When Han Songyan saw who the photos and videos were sent to, her face turned deathly pale.
If being photographed and humiliated by Qingyun made her angry, seeing that Qingyun sent these photos to Bai Xiruo made her feel more shocked and desperate.
At that moment, a piercing buzzing sound filled her head. Staring at that all-too-familiar WeChat profile picture, she felt as if she had gone deaf, completely unable to hear any sounds from the outside world.
Countless thoughts flashed through my mind.
Why her?
Why the daughter he treated as his own and raised for twenty years?
Memories were like a flood that had been unleashed, raging and roaring in her heart, engulfing and submerging her.
Breathing became increasingly difficult, and waves of excruciating pain washed over me.
"No, this can't be, this isn't real!! How could Xi Ruo do this to me? How could she do this to me!" With eyes red as if they could drip blood, Han Songyan threw her phone away violently as if she were possessed.
The girl frowned, moved quickly, and deftly caught the phone that was swinging in mid-air.
"Believe it or not, it's up to you. In any case, my mission is complete. You can handle the rest yourself."
Han Songyan spoke in a hoarse voice.
Why are you here?
This is Qingyun's private residence. How did this strange girl suddenly barge in and save her so quickly?
The girl shrugged when she saw Han Songyan staring at her with a suspicious look.
"What? You suspect me? Even if I have some ulterior motives towards you, this WeChat can't be fake, right? Oh, I forgot to remind you to scroll up. Do you want to take a look at the chat history? Your nude photos and videos are openly priced at ten million. You really are an award-winning actress. One million for one photo, you're made of gold."
The girl's sarcasm made Han Songyan's face turn pale. She suppressed a trace of anger in her heart and tried to speak in a calm voice: "I'm just curious, why did you happen to be here?"
The girl sat on a mahogany chair to the side, crossed her legs, and flirtatiously tossed her long, wavy hair.
"I have no reason to hide it from you. To be honest, I really wouldn't bother saving someone like you, but my boss has spoken, so I have no choice but to save you."
"Who is your boss?" Judging from the girl's words, her presence here was clearly not a coincidence.
The girl glanced at Han Songyan with disdain: "You're not worthy to know who my boss is."
After she finished speaking, she clapped her slender, jade-like hands twice in the air.
Two tall figures walked in from outside the door.
They were all dressed in black, and their young faces were expressionless.
"Take this old Taoist priest back and wait for the boss to decide his fate."
"Yes!" The man in black stepped forward, picked up Qingyun, and carried the unconscious Qingyun out.
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