In the guest room, waves of ambiguous gasps and low moans continued to be heard, like some kind of unbearable symphony, echoing in the Lan family mansion.
Song Jiao stood at the front of the crowd with a frosty expression on her face, her eyes flashing with a sharp light.
Trying to steal a chicken only to end up losing the rice.
Aren't you talking about that idiot Lan Chuli, who can't sleep well and has to mess with the heroine?
Is Tiandao’s own daughter joking with you?
"Who on earth is so shameless as to do such a thing in broad daylight in the Lan family?" Song Jiao's tone was icy, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between her teeth. "How shameless!"
After saying that, she waved her hand and signaled the nanny beside her to open the door.
The nanny took the order, walked forward and pushed open the door.
The moment the door opened, the scene inside was exposed. On the bed, two figures were entangled with each other, their clothes in disarray, and they were obviously in the midst of passion.
Seeing this scene, the crowd of onlookers burst into exclamations.
"Isn't that the eldest daughter of the Lan family?"
"It seems to be her. How can she be with a stranger..."
Various discussions arose one after another, and people were whispering to each other.
At this moment, Song Jiao's eyes swept through the crowd, with a hint of disdain and disgust in her eyes.
"Everyone here," she said loudly, her voice full of unquestionable authority, "I am deeply sorry for what happened to the Lan family today. But I must deal with this ugly matter, so I can't accompany you any longer."
As she spoke, she turned to look at Zhou Xu who was standing beside her. "Zhou Xu, go entertain the guests. I'll take care of things here."
Her tone revealed a mad and fierce criticism, as if anyone who dared to challenge her authority would be severely punished.
Under the pressure of this momentum, Zhou Xu and the surrounding guests involuntarily took a few steps back to make way for Song Jiao.
Song Jiao, filled with anger, resolutely walked into the guest room.
Each of her steps was so firm that it seemed as if it could break the floor.
Her eyes were fixed on the man and woman entangled on the bed, and an indescribable disgust and anger surged in her heart.
The moment she walked to the bed, she raised her hand and slapped Lan Chuli without hesitation.
The crisp sound of this slap echoed in the room, as if even the air froze for a moment.
Lan Chuli was stunned by the slap, and her originally blurred eyes gradually became clear.
She came to her senses, looked at the man who was still immersed in the gentleness, then looked up at Song Jiao's angry and indifferent face, and the defenses in her heart collapsed instantly.
"Why is this happening! Why?" Lan Chuli screamed in horror, her voice trembling and sharp, revealing endless despair and confusion.
Tears slid down her cheeks, mixing with the sweat from the previous embrace, making her look particularly sad.
“Shouldn’t I…?”
Song Jiao stared down at Lan Chuli, her tone as cold as a knife: "What? The person who should be in this room, is it you?"
Her eyes were sharp, as if she could see through Lan Chuli's inner panic.
Lan Chuli's face turned pale. She nodded first, then quickly shook her head, her voice filled with tears: "Mother, it's not like this! I really don't know why it turned out like this! It must be Lan Chuyi. She deliberately framed me!"
Her eyes were filled with fear and confusion. Lan Chuyi had clearly drunk the wine she gave her, and things shouldn't have turned out this way.
Song Jiao sneered and exposed her ruthlessly: "Your sister has been with me since just now, and everyone has seen it. It was you who said you wanted to talk to your sister. Now your sister is back, and you are here, entangled with this man."
The man next to her seemed to still be immersed in the gentle embrace, and kept moving closer to Lan Chuli in a daze.
A trace of determination flashed in Lan Chuli's eyes. She gritted her teeth, quickly pulled out the hairpin on her head, and stabbed it into the other person's chest.
When the hairpin was pulled out, a string of blood beads came out, but she did not stop and stabbed it several times in a row.
Her eyes became fierce and crazy, as if she wanted to vent all her anger and despair on this man.
Each stab was precise and powerful, until the man collapsed to the ground, unable to move.
A few drops of blood splashed on Lan Chuli's face, highlighting her madness and determination at the moment, which made people shudder.
Lan Chuli knelt on the ground in despair, clutching Song Jiao's skirt tightly with both hands, begging with tears in her voice: "Mother, please help me, my life can't be ruined like this! Please give me a chance!"
She kowtowed repeatedly, and the sound of her forehead hitting the ground echoed in the empty room, sounding extremely desolate.
At this moment, Lan Chuyi walked in from the door. She looked at the scene coldly, with a mocking smile on her lips: "Sister, you may be too late. The whole yard was full of people just now. Everyone who came here knows about your ugly deeds."
Lan Chuli suddenly raised his head, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes.
She struggled to stand up, rushed directly towards Lan Chuyi, and raised her hand to hit him.
However, before her hand fell, Lan Chuyi slapped her hard in the face with a loud slap.
Because her legs were weak from kowtow just now, she lost her balance and fell directly to the ground.
"Do you dare to say that this matter has nothing to do with you?" Lan Chuli glared at Lan Chuyi, his tone full of resentment and unwillingness.
Lan Chuyi smiled coldly, with a hint of contempt in her eyes: "Sister, do you really want me to say it in front of mother?" Her tone was full of threats.
Lan Chuli's face suddenly turned pale. She knew that Lan Chuyi was not tricked and must have discovered something fishy in the wine!
Her mother didn't like her in the first place, and now this made her fall into extreme panic and despair.
She widened her eyes and stared at Lan Chuyi fiercely, as if she wanted to devour her with her eyes.
Song Jiao slowly raised her eyes, her cold gaze fixed on Lan Chuyi, her voice revealing an unquestionable firmness, "Is there anything you can't tell me? I'm very interested in knowing what happened today."
Although her tone was flat, every word she said seemed to be filled with ice, chilling enough to penetrate people's hearts.
When Lan Chuli heard this, he felt like he was struck by thunder. His whole body instantly collapsed and he knelt on the ground.
Her voice was filled with tears and endless pleading: "Mother, I was wrong! I really know I was wrong, please don't drive me away, okay?" She clutched the ground tightly with both hands, as if this could be the last straw to save her life.
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