Yu Siqing was both frightened and furious. His eyes hurt so much that he dared not open them. He simply raised his foot and kicked the table over with a crash.
Thinking she could use a self-inflicted injury to frame Si Jin for poisoning, she picked up her phone to dial the emergency number.
"Brother, wasn't that too impulsive?" Si Jin kindly reminded him again, "You poisoned the wine yourself, are you going to call the police just because you're reaping the consequences?"
"And...you don't really think I don't have evidence of your murder, do you?"
His voice was warm and gentle, and when he spoke in a low voice, it was both soothing and alluring, like heavenly music.
But even with such a voice, Yu Siqing felt a chill run down his spine.
He managed to fumble for a tissue to wipe his face, then roared angrily, "What exactly do you want???"
"I don't want anything," Si Jin said innocently. "I just want you to experience all the suffering I've endured over the years."
The original story goes like this: the original owner kindly donated blood to save Yu Siqing, but Yu Siqing invited her to his home and poisoned her, leaving her mute.
He was fired from his company and lost his livelihood.
He was falsely accused of molesting Yu Simiao, and everyone condemned him.
No one was willing to speak up for him, and the Yu family used their wealth to control public opinion, achieving absolute dominance over him.
He had no other way out but to jump into the sea and commit suicide.
Si Jin shook the wine bottle he had "rescued" when the table overturned, then slowly stood up and came to Yu Siqing's side.
The entire bottle of red wine was poured over Yu Siqing's head.
The poisoned wine was slowly rubbed across his slightly wrinkled skin, like the gentle touch of death, causing his heart to race and his heart to pound with fear.
Suddenly, Si Jin kicked him hard in the stomach.
Yu Siqing was forced to open his mouth, letting the red wine fall into his mouth. His throat was burning, and he was in so much pain that he could only curl up on the ground, unable to even make a sound.
"Brother, harming others will ultimately harm yourself; you must understand this."
As Si Jin spoke, she casually adjusted her cufflinks, grabbed her coat, and turned to leave, saying, "Don't try to kill yourself. Our game has only just begun."
After saying that, he left the chaotic living room, leaving Yu Siqing curled up on the floor, unable to move.
His phone kept lighting up; Yu Simiao kept calling for help, but he couldn't answer.
Because he needed to poison Sijin, he gave the family servants a day off in advance and sent his wife and son away, so no one came to his rescue.
When did Yu Siqing fall to this level?
There was nothing but despair.
… …
Si Jin had only taken two steps out of the Yu family's gate when a black Lincoln blocked her way.
He paused for a moment, a hint of killing intent quickly gathering in his eyes, and coldly asked, "Who?"
The car window slowly rolled down, revealing Qu Linyuan's handsome face: "Come... to pick up Jinjin."
Si Jin smiled, and the icy coldness in her eyes instantly dissipated.
He thought it was someone Yu Siqing had hired to abduct and kill him, but it turned out to be... his own little robber.
"A hero who blocks the road in the dead of night, is he going to rob you of your money or your virtue?"
Si Jin didn't get into the car immediately, but stood there and made a teasing sound.
Qu Linyuan's ears turned red again, and he said shyly, "Get...get in the car, I'll take you...to dinner."
Si Jin opened the car door, sat in the passenger seat, and fastened her seatbelt: "Don't you not have a driver's license?"
"I've driven armored vehicles and tanks in... special agents." Qu Linyuan rolled up the car window, struggling to organize his thoughts: "I... drove the car my mother gave me... to... pick you up."
Sigh, he's speaking in fits and starts again.
It seems he's still not very good at constructing long sentences.
Si Jin casually replied, "But didn't I send you a message telling you to wait for me at home?"
Qu Linyuan didn't say anything, but his ears turned completely red.
Oh no, I've been caught disobeying.
His hands tightened around the steering wheel as he focused intently on the road ahead, his small canine tooth gently biting his lower lip as he pondered for a long time.
Make up an excuse: "I... asked the plush dog, and it agreed that I... could come to you."
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