"Do you think I’d believe what you’re saying?" Jiangli asked with a face devoid of expression.
Master Mu opened his mouth to say more.
But Jiangli suddenly smiled, "Isn’t Wan Qing at home? Why not go and confront her about this?"
Master Mu turned pale.
Jiangli didn’t give him the chance to speak, and instructed Fu’er, "Fu’er, bring him with us."
Fu’er responded, stepped forward, and grabbed Master Mu’s collar as if he was picking up a small chicken.
Jiangli turned and gave Xia Xin a pat on the shoulder, striding towards the Fu Yi family’s home.
Xia Xin thought Jiangli was calling him, so he quickly followed.
Liao Qianqian, unsure of what to do, also tagged along.
The group swiftly appeared at the doorstep of the Fu Yi family.
Jiangli turned to Liao Qianqian at his side and said, "Liao Qianqian, didn’t you have enough fun earlier?"
Liao Qianqian, in a daze, didn’t catch on, "What?"
"I’m giving you another chance," Jiangli stated. "Go inside now, take your anger out on Wan Qing freely. Just leave her breathing; scare her enough that she runs out."
Liao Qianqian looked puzzled, "Me, scare her?"
Jiangli nodded, "That’s the idea, hurry up and go."
Liao Qianqian didn’t understand why this master, Jiangli, was acting so differently from what she had imagined. Confused, she stepped towards the Fu Yi family’s home.
Wan Qing was sitting there, listening to Fu Shiyan and others talking about company affairs, feeling on pins and needles, an uneasy sensation creeping up her back.
She clenched her hands tightly on her lap, occasionally glancing outside, tormented on the inside as if thousands of ants were crawling under her skin.
She wondered how Master Mu was doing...
She had verbally comforted Fu Yuxing earlier, but deep down, she was very worried, fearing something might go wrong on Master Mu’s end.
If Master Mu couldn’t deal with Liao Qianqian...
They, as ordinary people, would be even less capable of handling her.
Then, there would be nothing but a dead end!
At this thought, Wan Qing’s face turned pale, and her forehead was covered in cold sweat.
"What’s wrong with you? Do you feel unwell?" Fu Yi, sitting beside her, noticed her poor condition and asked softly with concern.
Upon hearing this, Wan Qing forced a smile, "It’s nothing, dear. I’m fine, just a bit hot. I’ll... I’ll just drink more water..."
Fu Yi looked skeptical, not quite believing Wan Qing.
Wan Qing reached out, hurriedly took the glass of water, and was about to drink it.
But as she brought the glass to her lips and looked down, she saw the water turn instantaneously into a cup of blood!
Wan Qing was startled and tossed the glass from her hand.
Everyone instinctively leaned back; some even jumped up.
Once they saw clearly what was in the cup on the table, their faces changed, and a chorus of screams almost blew the roof off the Fu Yi household.
"Wow, what is this..."
"It’s red... what is it, could it be wine?"
"Wine my ass! Look closely, which wine is this thick? That, that... there’s stuff in it!"
They looked intently and saw bits that resembled minced meat.
It might not just resemble minced meat!
It was actual minced meat!
"Where did this come from!"
The screams continued unabated.
Wan Qing, looking at the blood that had spilled over and was flowing across the table, couldn’t stop trembling, her pupils shaking uncontrollably.
"It’s Liao Qianqian, it has to be Liao Qianqian..."
"She must have returned!"
She must have returned, Wan Qing thought, clutching her head and screaming nonstop.