"What I think is unimportant. I believe in divine retribution. If you really did it, retribution will come on your head sooner or later." After saying that, Qiao Wanwan left with the children.
Su Yimo stood there, her hands clenched into fists, her knuckles turning white, and whispered, "Qiao Wanwan, don't be too smug. Who will face retribution is still uncertain..."
......
In the evening, the third child was taken care of by a nanny, while Qiao Wanwan left the two older children with Zheng Ma and kept watch downstairs. Zhan Jingting worked in his room.
Around 1 a.m., the door to the room was suddenly opened.
Zhan Jingting, who was working on the sofa, thought that Qiao Wanwan had returned and subconsciously looked up towards the door.
The next second, the man frowned, "Why is it you!"
Su Yimo was startled. "Oh, I'm so sorry, brother-in-law. I instinctively thought this was my room, so I went to the wrong one..."
Zhan Jingting's brows furrowed even more. "Who's your brother-in-law?"
Su Yimo walked timidly to him. "I'm sorry... I thought that although Wanwan and I were switched at birth, we were still destined to be together, and it wouldn't be too much to call each other sisters. So I should call you brother-in-law..."
Zhan Jingting looked impatient. "Get out."
"Brother-in-law..." Su Yimo mustered her courage and picked up the wine bottle she was holding. "I took the wine because I was planning to go back to my room for a drink before going to sleep. Since you're not asleep, how about we have a drink?"
Seeing that Zhan Jingting ignored her, Su Yimo immediately poured two glasses of red wine and presented them to Zhan Jingting, saying, "Brother-in-law, please..."
Zhan Jingting looked up at the glass of red wine handed to him, a cryptic smile playing on his lips. "You want to seduce me, huh?"
Su Yimo panicked, "Brother-in-law, why are you saying that?"
Zhan Jingting looked up and saw Su Yimo's exquisitely made-up face. A cold glint flashed in his eyes. "As the heir of the Zhan family, the first lesson I learned was how to tell if a drink has been drugged. Do you think your little tricks can escape my eyes?"
Su Yimo's face changed from pale to red in turns, which was quite a sight.
"I...I..." She racked her brains and finally came up with an explanation, "Brother-in-law, the wine was drugged? I didn't know! This bottle of wine was given to me by the servants, how could it have been drugged!"
“Your acting skills aren’t very good.” Zhan Jingting took the wine glass and gently swirled the red liquid inside. “Besides, I like frank people.”
Seeing him accept the wine glass, Su Yimo was secretly delighted. She tentatively sat down beside him, her beautiful voice gentle and tender, "Master Zhan, actually, I've always admired you..."
Zhan Jingting raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Really?"
"Of course it's true." Su Yimo looked at him affectionately. "Looking around the capital, which girl doesn't admire Master Zhan? I'm no exception..."
Zhan Jingting curled his lips, "So today, with Old Master Su's body lying in the living room, and the Huo family keeping vigil for her, you seized the opportunity, put on makeup, put drugs in the wine, and deliberately said you went to the wrong room to seduce me, right?"
Su Yimo bit her lower lip, tears welling up in her eyes, and said, "Master Zhan, do you think I'm being unreasonable? My grandfather's body is barely cold, and I'm flirting with you here? But I can't control myself. The moment I saw you, I was completely captivated."
Su Yimo knelt down, "Master Zhan, please take me. I promise I'll be very obedient and won't think about climbing the social ladder. I just want you..."
Zhan Jingting glanced at her, his eyes unfathomable and unfathomable.
"You must hate Wanwan, right? That's why you went to such lengths to seduce me, because you know that if you succeed, Wanwan will be in unbearable pain." The man's deep, cold voice was like water dripping from a glacier, seeping into one's bones. "But you have absolutely no self-awareness. Before you came here, didn't you even take a good look in the mirror and see if you could compare to Wanwan in any way?"
A strong sense of humiliation swept over Su Yimo, and her face instantly turned ashen. She wished she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into!
She tried to compose herself and stood up with difficulty. "I'm sorry, Master Zhan, I disturbed you. I won't do it again. Please get some rest. I'll be going now."
As soon as Su Yimo turned around, a deep, cold voice came from behind her, "Stop."
Su Yimo trembled with fright and turned around timidly, "Master Zhan, is there anything else you need?"
Zhan Jingting calmly placed the wine glass on the coffee table beside him, and the next second, he pulled a gun out of his suit pocket and pointed it at her!
Su Yimo was startled and before she could react, a gunshot rang out, sounding particularly abrupt in the quiet night!
Downstairs, everyone heard the gunshot and quickly reacted, rushing upstairs to check. They heard painful screams coming from Qiao Wanwan's room!
Qiao Wanwan hurriedly pushed the door open and saw Zhan Jingting sitting lazily on the sofa, while Su Yimo was lying on the ground, painfully clutching her bleeding left hand!
"Jingting, what happened?" Qiao Wanwan asked anxiously.
Zhan Jingting raised his chin. "Ask her."
Su Yimo was in so much pain that she broke out in a cold sweat, crying as she explained, "I... I just accidentally went into the wrong room... Grandpa passed away, and I was so grief-stricken that I forgot this isn't my room anymore, sob sob..."
"Impossible!" Qiao Wanwan said firmly. "Although my husband is proud and aloof, he would never shoot you just because you went into the wrong room. You must have done something that he found unbearable!"
Su Yimo cried, "What can I do? Do you think I could assassinate him? Grandpa, you have to do me justice! I really just went into the wrong room..."
Old Master Huo said, "Shi Qian, call the doctor to treat her wounds."
"Yes." Huo Shiqian immediately complied.
Grandpa Huo asked, "Mo Mo, did you say something you shouldn't have, and anger Jing Ting?"
"Grandpa, I didn't." Su Yimo said, tears streaming down her face, looking pitiful. "Grandpa passed away, and I was so sad that I didn't even want to talk. How could I possibly have argued with Master Zhan?"
“I don’t believe it,” Qiao Wanwan insisted. “I know my husband. He wouldn’t shoot for no reason. And if he wanted you dead, he wouldn’t need to shoot himself. So this matter is definitely not that simple.”
“Wanwan is right.” Huo Shiqian said after finishing the call. “It would be too easy for Master Zhan to take a life, so he has no reason to target you for no reason.”
Su Yimo broke down in tears, crying, "Why don't you believe me! Is it because Grandpa is gone that there's no one left to believe me? If Grandpa were here, he would definitely believe me!"
Qiao Wanwan frowned and looked at Zhan Jingting. "Jingting, what exactly happened? Tell me quickly. I really don't want to hear her shrill crying anymore."
Zhan Jingting smiled, picked up the laptop next to him, and after a few taps, a video quickly started playing...
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