The midnight sky over Imperial City.
Dark clouds shrouded the moon, the sky gloomy.
"Speak! Where is Qin Xin?"
Qin Wenrou was terrified by the sudden intrusion of the dark red shadow, huddled on her small bed, shivering, her heart about to leap out of her chest.
"I, I don’t know."
The man, draped in a dark red robe, had broken in through Qin Wenrou’s window, shattered glass scattered everywhere.
His voice was particularly deep and had an aura different from ordinary people.
"Dare to lie, and I’ll snap your neck."
He picked up the bedside lamp and twisted its shaft into two pieces in an instant.
Qin Wenrou shook like a leaf, "I, I, I really don’t know, she hasn’t returned to the Qin Family for a long time, she’s a traitor of the family. I hope more than anyone that she dies soon. That’s right, she’s getting married, she should be living at the Nalan Family!"
The man in the red robe snorted coldly, "Living at the future husband’s family before marriage, what kind of sense is that? Think I don’t understand human customs?"
Qin Wenrou walked on thin ice, explaining fearfully, "Because, because the Nalan Family’s adopted daughter needs blood transfusions, so, so she’s always there, her blood is panda blood, very valuable..."
It can be heard that this man is an enemy or adversary of Qin Xin.
If she could tell him this secret about Qin Xin, maybe he would spare her and go deal with Qin Xin harshly.
Who knew.
The man sneered disdainfully, "Panda blood? Ha, ignorant."
Did foolish humans think the Blood Woman only had this use?
Qin Wenrou didn’t know what to do, could only grovel and beg, "Please don’t kill me, I can help you lure out Qin Xin, really, I’m her sister, I can..."
"Waste, she won’t bother with you at all." The man glanced at a family photo on the bedside table.
Before sleeping, enraged by losing a compatible heart, Qin Wenrou had used scissors to dismantle the family photo frame, cutting Qin Xin’s head out of the picture and poking several large holes in Qin Xin’s chest.
At this moment her little schemes were completely laid bare.
The man knew she had no value, nor could she lure out Qin Xin, and coldly stared at her, "You don’t understand Qin Xin’s blood, so shut up. And, never breathe a word about seeing me."
A chilling sensation clamped Qin Wenrou’s lips.
The next second, the man leaped up and flew out through the window.
Qin Wenrou was stunned at the bedside, her mouth seemingly padlocked, unable to move.
Mrs. Qin heard the commotion and rushed upstairs from the first floor, "Rou’er, what happened?"
She pushed open the door and saw Qin Wenrou curled into a ball, her mouth sealed as if by magic, body trembling, amidst floor littered with glass shards.
"Rou’er, you’re not thinking about suicide, are you? Silly child, don’t ever do that." Mrs. Qin was heartbroken, rushing to hug Qin Wenrou, "I will help you find another suitable heart, we will search again."
Qin Wenrou blankly glanced at Mrs. Qin, her silenced mouth finally stammering out, "No, not suicide. It was, it was a bat..."
Mrs. Qin frowned, "A bat came in? My poor child. The day after tomorrow is your sister’s wedding, and a bat gets in the house, it’s really a bad omen..."
A bad omen?
Qin Wenrou stiffly bit her lip, "If it’s a bad omen, it’s a bad omen for Qin Xin!"
Mrs. Qin ultimately felt uneasy, "Don’t speak about your sister that way. She is a bit heartless, and what she did this time is really excessive. But maybe one day she will have a change of heart and be willing to help you..."
Qin Xin has so many impressive identities, whether as the orchestra conductor in music, as the chairperson of the Global Designer Association, or as the Family Head of Nalan Group... as long as she can take care of Rou’er a bit, Rou’er could live in prosperity without any effort or hardship, enjoying a lifetime of splendor.
Mrs. Qin truly regretted not realizing this earlier, she should have pampered the elder daughter sooner, instead of always commanding and blaming her.