Staring at her with a murderous glare, Lu Siqiao said with a wronged expression, "Big sister, didn't Uncle Cheng say last time that he wanted to strengthen family ties through marriage? He really likes you as a wife and is determined to bring you into the family no matter what. And it was you who said it—"
Fang Dingding only wanted to provoke her, so she deliberately said that she was engaged to Cheng Ze.
Even if she had this idea, Cheng Ze disagreed. The two families remained deadlocked, with no further plans.
Now that Lu Siqiao has publicly torn off their facade, Fang Dingding feels as if her face has been pressed to the ground and rubbed hard.
She wanted to pursue Cheng Ze and marry him, but that's impossible now.
Qian Wenjie arrogantly declared that she was his woman. Did she even want to live a normal life?
"Qiaowa, you're slandering me!" Even Rao Fangdingding, who had a strong mental fortitude, was completely blank at this moment.
In particular, she had her first kiss stolen in public.
"Oh, am I mistaken? You don't like Cheng Ze. It turns out that Young Master Qian is your true love." Lu Siqiao said in shock. Then, she cast a pleading look at Qian Wenjie, "Young Master Qian, my elder sister is frail. Please take good care of her."
"Don't worry, sister-in-law, I will treat your older sister well." Qian Wenjie patted his chest and made a promise in front of everyone.
Fang Dingding was furious. She stepped forward and slapped him across the face, her face turning ashen. She said, "Who wants to be with you? I, I don't like you at all, you scoundrel!"
After saying that, she picked up her skirt and ran out.
Seeing that it was almost time, Lu Siqiao said to the bewildered Fang Ziru, "Cousin, it's getting late, I'll be going now."
She led Mo Yan and the others out gracefully.
Mo Yan sighed deeply: "I heard that Qian Wenjie's family is quite influential, and he is very infatuated with your eldest sister. From the first time he saw her, he told people that he wanted to marry your eldest sister. Your eldest sister is proud and arrogant, and only regarded him as a backup. She didn't expect that she would provoke him and become the clown."
Lu Siqiao rubbed her aching temples and said wearily, "I'm never coming to these kinds of parties again. They're too tiring, even more annoying than doing math olympiad problems."
The three girls giggled.
Grandma Fang had already sent a car driver to wait for Lu Siqiao at the door.
Before Lu Siqiao even stepped inside, she heard uneasy voices coming from behind her.
"Lu, would you mind giving me a ride?"
It turned out to be Su Mushen.
What time did he come out with them?
Lu Siqiao had some questions, but she didn't refuse him and let him sit in the passenger seat.
Along the way, the streetlights flickered on and off, and the group of people looked somewhat drowsy.
Su Mushen tried to speak, saying, "Student Lu, I heard that you used to live in City A. Coincidentally, I am also from City A."
Lu Siqiao smiled and said, "Really? What a coincidence." But she didn't seem inclined to engage in further conversation.
Su Mushen was somewhat discouraged.
He had prepared a lot of things to say, and he was confident that as long as Lu Siqiao picked up on his topic, the conversation wouldn't fall flat.
He lives at No. 2 Longxing Road, which is only a 20-minute walk away.
As he neared home, Su Mushen grew anxious, for he still hadn't gotten Lu Siqiao's contact number.
Just as he was about to take his first step, the car braked suddenly.
A woman in a white dress with disheveled hair ran out onto the road ahead. She tripped and fell to the ground because she was running too fast.
Everyone was stunned, and the driver, Uncle Guan, immediately ran out to find out what was going on.
"What's wrong with you? You suddenly rushed into the road, that's dangerous! Are you trying to stage an accident?" Uncle Guan was terrified and stepped forward to scold the woman.
The woman fell to the ground, her fair legs covered in bruises and fresh scrapes. She got up, swaying unsteadily.
"Sister Muyao!"
"sister!"
The two spoke at the same time.
Lu Siqiao and Su Mushen both recognized the person in front of them and exclaimed in surprise.
Su Mushen looked at Lu Siqiao with even more suspicion, wondering how she knew his sister.
"Uncle Guan, turn around quickly and let's go to the nearest hospital." Lu Siqiao was really shocked when she saw Su Muyao's battered and bruised appearance, and immediately made the arrangement.
Unexpectedly, Su Muyao waved her hand and gave a sad smile: "No need, I just have a scrape, it's nothing serious."
At this time, she was only twenty years old, the most beautiful time of her youth, but her disheveled appearance was completely different from the approachable psychological counselor Su Muyao in Lu Siqiao's memory.
"Little girl, are you Mu Shen's classmate?" Su Muyao subtly pulled her knee-length skirt down a little, and asked with a friendly expression.
Lu Siqiao felt a pang of sadness; anyone with eyes could see that she had been a victim of domestic violence.
"Okay, let me help you back inside." Lu Siqiao stepped forward to help her and said with concern, "You should still go to the hospital for a check-up, just in case you're injured somewhere, so we can take full responsibility."
"No, it's just a minor injury," Su Muyao insisted.
At this moment, a young man came out of the house in front and scolded Su Muyao, "Ayao, since it's their good intention, let's accept it. If she gets a concussion, the consequences would be unimaginable."
Just as Lu Siqiao was about to suggest taking Su Muyao to the hospital, the man said, "Give us some money, and I'll take her for a check-up later." His gaze lingered on the Fang family's Mercedes-Benz, and he spoke without making a sound.
Lu Siqiao chuckled, "Since we're both fine anyway, let's take Sister Mu Yao to the hospital."
Hearing her insistent attitude, the man hurriedly looked at Su Muyao.
Su Muyao crossed her arms and shook her head at Lu Siqiao's kindness, saying, "Little girl, I appreciate your kindness, but I'm really fine." Then she called to Su Mushen, "Mushen, help your sister inside."
A flash of malice crossed the man's eyes at her ungratefulness, and he turned and went back into the house.
Lu Siqiao sneered inwardly.
Once she got back to her car, she dialed a number and asked someone to check on Su Muyao's situation.
Seeing her unusual concern, Mo Yan whispered, "Qiao Wa, do you know that woman?"
Although she was cold to Su Mushen, she was exceptionally caring towards his sister.
"She's like a caring older sister to me." Lu Siqiao's thoughts drifted a little further away.
In her past life, she had few friends. Su Muyao was the only person who treated her well. She was skilled in psychological counseling, and Lu Siqiao once thought that she lived in a sunny and warm family.
Only now do I realize that she, in her youth, also suffered domestic violence, and her husband didn't seem like a good person either.
Since she's already caught us, we have to do something about it.
The next day, Lu Siqiao received a phone call and learned roughly about Su Muyao's situation.
It turns out that she had been married for less than half a year, but had been subjected to domestic violence dozens of times. On one occasion, her husband, Luo Zhongcheng, beat her so badly that she miscarried and even called the police.
Domestic violence is either zero times or countless times.
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