Qin Qin said with a low laugh.
"No... Impossible? How could you know medical skills? Even if you do, how could you counteract the effects after drinking it?"
Meng Ning couldn’t understand. Even if Qin Qin was skilled in medicine, how could she neutralize a sleeping drug after drinking the black-bone chicken soup?
"Can’t one take the antidote beforehand?" Qin Qin said with a mocking smile. In fact, in this life, she should also thank the heavens for giving her a pair of miraculous ghost eyes, otherwise she might have been in real trouble.
"How could you take it beforehand? Unless you knew we were going to harm you. No, even if you knew we bore ill will, how could you possibly know we would use a sleeping drug and aphrodisiac."
Meng Ning couldn’t grasp it, truly couldn’t grasp how Qin Qin seemed to know everything.
Qin Qin smiled slightly, her nose nearly touching Meng Ning’s, her beautiful eyes deep and chilling, "Want to know? Isn’t it simple? With you guys being so inexplicably nice to me, even the dumbest person would suspect something’s off. Besides, don’t you know that I can predict fate? Shall I predict your upcoming destiny for you?"
"No, you’re lying, lying to me. What fortune-telling? You’re just a fraud."
Meng Ning screamed out loud, Qin Qin laughed and pushed her away, "Believe it or not, that’s up to you. But I do want to read your fortune."
"Who asked for your reading? You think I would believe you?" Meng Ning stood up and glared at Qin Qin with cold, angry eyes.
"It doesn’t matter if you believe it or not, it will still be your fate either way." Qin Qin tilted her head back slightly and spoke indifferently. Meng Ning snorted coldly. President Zhou, who had nearly been knocked unconscious by Meng Ning earlier, got up from the ground, hands hanging at his sides, and glared at Qin Qin, "Just you wait, I will not let you off."
"Not let off whom?" A grim and bloodthirsty deep voice sounded, the room door was kicked open from the outside, and two tall figures appeared at the doorway. Because of the dimness in the room, President Zhou and Meng Ning couldn’t see clearly who it was. Only Qin Qin saw clearly who had come in and caught the ice-cold gaze of one of them, touching her nose and averting her eyes, not daring to look again.
"Help, save me, this woman wants to kill me!" Meng Ning saw people arriving and hurriedly ran past Qin Qin towards them. Upon seeing An Ruichen’s mixed-race, strikingly handsome face, her eyes lit up and her expression turned pitifully aggrieved the next moment, showing a shy and bashful look, nearly rushing into An Ruichen’s arms, "Save me, please save me."
She thought her flirtatious advances would surely be accepted by the man before her.
As Meng Ning fell towards An Ruichen, the corners of his lips coldly lifted. He had a thing for cleanliness, how could he possibly accept someone so unsightly approaching him?
As Meng Ning leaned into him, An Ruichen stepped back several paces, and Meng Ning fell to the ground, utterly embarrassed.
"You..." Meng Ning, enraged, lifted her head and glared at An Ruichen.
"Ugly freak, stay away from me." An Ruichen didn’t even want to glance at Meng Ning, decisively kicking her away and walking towards the room.
Meng Ning let out a wail, almost fainting. What on earth was going on? Qin Qin had become so formidable, yet her flirtatious advances had been met with such humiliation.
"Qin Qin, I had intended to play the hero to save a damsel in distress, but it seems totally unnecessary for you. You’re truly not fit to be Mo Yunchen’s crazy fiancée." An Ruichen glanced at the pitiful President Zhou, shaking his head with a smile. Qin Qin seemed so meek and weak, but she was surprisingly formidable.
President Zhou looked up, not expecting the newcomers to know this girl, and he thought he heard something? Mo Yunchen, wasn’t that Master Mo? Was the girl before him Master Mo’s fiancée? What had he done?
President Zhou broke out in a cold sweat, his legs weakened, and he collapsed to the ground, "What did you say? I must have misheard."
Qin Qin looked down at President Zhou on the ground, intending to approach, when a large hand grabbed her wrist and pulled her to face him.
"Why are you here?" Qin Qin asked, looking at Mo Yunchen with a puzzled expression on his gloomy face.
"I’ll deal with you later." Mo Yunchen spoke to Qin Qin in a low voice, then stepped past her towards President Zhou, who was shivering on one side.