Mo Qingxin’s hand was still tightly clutching the dagger, blood already flowing down her hand, dripping onto her clothes.
The crimson blood spread out, particularly striking to the eye.
She stared at Shen Cheng, her eyes also beginning to turn a reddish hue: "There’s no reason."
Shen Cheng didn’t believe it.
But she knew that even if she continued to ask, it would be of no use.
She loosened her grip, and with a momentum, Mo Qingxin’s body leaned back.
The dagger fell, and blood splattered all over the table!
In the cafe, someone finally noticed the corner.
Seeing Mo Qingxin covered in blood, everyone broke out in a cold sweat.
Some people, upon seeing such a scene, screamed in fright: "Ah! So much blood!"
"Murder, murder, is that a murder happening..."
"No way, didn’t you see there are two women there? It must be that the negotiation failed and they started fighting."
"These days, women are really terrifying..."
To the onlookers, it seemed like Shen Cheng and Mo Qingxin were acting out a drama of main wife versus mistress.
But only they themselves knew how serious this matter truly was.
Shen Cheng picked up her water glass and took a small sip.
Putting the cup back on the table, her slender fingertips tapped lightly on it.
Tap after tap, very rhythmical.
She glanced at Mo Qingxin, saw her calmly tending to the wound on her hand, and couldn’t help but smile slightly: "As expected, an assassin who has undergone special training is different."
Hearing her words, Mo Qingxin paused in her actions, then looked up at her: "When did you know?"
Shen Cheng played casually with the cup, her gaze sweeping over Mo Qingxin from below her collarbone to above her chest, "The tattoo is too conspicuous, you should consider changing its location. That way, you’ll have a greater chance of success during missions."
Mo Qingxin had always thought that such a special mark wouldn’t ordinarily catch people’s attention.
Even if it was discovered, nobody would decipher her true identity just from a mark.
This woman is truly no ordinary person...
Her equally delicate lips slightly lifted, and then she uttered two words: "Impressive."
Shen Cheng heard this and let out a light laugh: "Impressive is too much, but enough to deal with you."
"I hope you can maintain this confidence," Mo Qingxin said as she stood up, "Seven days, I’ll give you seven more days. If after seven days you still want to keep this child, then be prepared to lose your loved ones."
Bending over to pick up the dagger that had fallen to the ground, Mo Qingxin walked out of the cafe without turning back.
Watching her leave, Shen Cheng withdrew her gaze, called the waiter to pay the bill, and then left.
At the same time, in the living room of Qin Mansion.
Shi Yu sat with legs crossed, his arms open leaning back on the couch.
A cigarette was held between his fingers, occasionally bringing it to his lips for a draw, then slowly exhaling a ring of smoke.
The smoke spiraled and dispersed into the air, instantly filling it.
Qin Jin sat on another sofa, also continuously smoking.
The large hall was enveloped in smoke because of the two of them.
Ye Zi, sitting not far away, was choked by the thick smoke and covered her nose with her hand.
Seeing her gesture, Qin Jin leaned forward, intending to extinguish the cigarette in the ashtray.
"It’s fine, you guys smoke, you guys talk, I’ll go for a walk and call my beauty..."
After saying this, Ye Zi got up and walked out.