Jing Zhiyue grabbed a fruit knife from the coffee table and lunged at Qin Qin. Qin Qin leaned her head back and quickly grabbed Jing Zhiyue’s hand that held the knife.
"Senior sister, do you really think I’m still the former Qin Qing? Trusting you enough to let you stab me in the back!"
A flash of pain crossed Qin Qin’s eyes, mourning for her once naive self and her foolish trust.
After speaking, Qin Qin’s eyes gleamed fiercely as she slapped Jing Zhiyue’s hand and kicked her, sending Jing Zhiyue tumbling to the sofa and crashing to the ground.
"You..." Jing Zhiyue looked at the adept Qin Qin in disbelief. She found it hard to accept that Qin Qing, who used to have no kung fu skills and a good temperament, had become so formidable. She had underestimated her.
"I’ve become what I am now, and I actually have you to thank, senior sister."
Qin Qin walked toward Jing Zhiyue, who retreated backward, calling, "Someone, come here."
A few men in black rushed in from the doorway, and without looking back, Jing Zhiyue ordered them to seize Qin Qin, "Grab her, and bring down those three."
She couldn’t handle Qin Qin herself, so she targeted the people close to her.
Qin Qin stood there, smiling without a word. Jing Zhiyue froze, then lost her composure and elegance, roaring at Qin Qin, "What are you laughing at?"
"Jing Zhiyue, ah, Jing Zhiyue, I truly pity you. After so many years, you still haven’t changed, still the same old you."
"Shut up, you wretch!" Jing Zhiyue spat out, looking at Qin Qin and remembering the humiliation from these past days, and the scorn from a thousand years ago when Qin Qing was always ranked above her, the revered Ghost Doctor, while she was just the Ghost Doctor’s senior sister. No one ever saw her excellence; their eyes were only for Qin Qing.
Unwilling to accept this, she killed Qin Qing, only to be discovered and killed by that person, then reborn into this world as the Jing’s daughter. She vowed to make everyone envy her, and she succeeded. For years, she was the number one socialite of Jingdu City, as well as a divine physician with exquisite medical skills, adored by countless elites. Until Qin Qin appeared, and her world collapsed — all because of her, it was all because of her.
"Attack, attack, kill her!" Jing Zhiyue waved her hand, signaling the group that had come in to kill Qin Qin.
Qin Qin shook her head with a smile and gestured, "Grab her."
The men in black who’d come in heard Qin Qin’s command and moved to apprehend Jing Zhiyue.
Jing Zhiyue’s face turned white with shock, "Have you all gone mad, seizing me?"
"Who else would we grab? Miss Jing, could it be you think we’re your underlings?" a teasing but stern voice laughed coldly.
Jing Zhiyue looked back at the men, only to realize she didn’t recognize any of them. "Who are you?"
"Miss Jing, is your IQ really that lacking?" Zhao Han walked over to Qin Qin and nodded, "How should we handle this?"
"Where’s my dad and the others?"
Qin Qin asked Zhao Han.
"Guo Kui has already rescued your father. All three are safe." Jing Zhiyue’s men were useless. They were easily dealt with, and he wondered where Jing Zhiyue got the confidence that with these people, she could harm Qin Qin.
"It was your people?" Jing Zhiyue glowered at Qin Qin, daring not move since she was pinned to the ground.
"Surprised, are you? Did you think I’d give you another chance to hurt me?" Qin Qin crouched down, gripping Jing Zhiyue’s face, "This face of yours isn’t bad, but such a shame about the scar. Such poor medical skills wasted this pretty face."
Qin Qin traced her fingertip across Jing Zhiyue’s fading scar, "You must cherish this face of yours, right? Would it be a pity if it were ruined?"
In her past life, Qin Yuanshuang had treasured a beautiful face, and now, in this life, with an even prettier face, she would surely value it more. When Mo Yunchen ruined Jing Zhiyue’s face, she must have suffered immensely.
"No, Qin Qin, if you dare, I will kill you," Jing Zhiyue screamed with a beautiful but panicked voice.
"Not ruin your face? Then how about destroying your voice? I do have a special medicine here. It won’t leave you mute, but the sound you’ll make would be more unbearable than silence. Want to try?" Qin Qin took out a bottle and held it in front of Jing Zhiyue.
Qin Qin placed a pill in front of Jing Zhiyue, whose pupils dilated, "No, no, you wouldn’t dare."
"What wouldn’t I dare?"
A man holding a gun emerged at the top of the stairs, pointing it at Lee Fong. Behind him, Guo Kui appeared with a grim expression, also wielding a gun, while Lu Xue Zhen reassured Qin An not to panic, Lee Fong would be fine.
This man was sent by Mo Haoxuan to follow Jing Zhiyue. He had not intervened when he saw Jing Zhiyue catching Qin Qin. Now that Jing Zhiyue was captured, he had to seize the moment to take Qin Qin’s relatives hostage and threaten her to release Jing Zhiyue.