Han Shu stepped forward to take her out, but Su Moli screamed, "I won’t go! Don’t touch me, I won’t go!"
He Cheng saw the situation escalating and felt somewhat embarrassed. He quickly apologized to Lu Qing, "I sincerely apologize, Young Master Lu. For this evening banquet, I should have thoroughly vetted the guest list, otherwise..."
Seeing that Lu Qing didn’t place the blame on him, he let out a sigh of relief. Song Min was truly an idiot for daring to go head-to-head with Young Master Lu. From now on, in Yan Jing, there would likely be no place for Song Min.
Lu Qing seemed to have some urgent matters to attend to, so Qin Miaomiao was arranged to rest in the VIP room.
Suddenly, a man walked in. Qin Miaomiao looked at him in surprise. Li... Li Li?
The man’s left cheek had a sinister scar stretching from the corner of his eye to the corner of his mouth. What was once a handsome face was now marred by the scar, and his gloomy expression made him terrifying—so much so that most young women would likely be frightened at a single glance.
"I want that necklace. Name your price."
What he referred to was the necklace she had bid on during the auction—the relic left by her mother.
Looking at his familiar face, Qin Miaomiao’s eyes reddened instantly but, realizing her lapse, she concealed her emotions quickly.
"I’m sorry, that necklace is very important to me."
Li Li’s face turned cold, and a hint of icy hostility flashed through his eyes as he spoke in a deep voice:
"Miss Qin, I desperately need that necklace."
Qin Miaomiao stared at his familiar face. After all these years, he was her only friend. She didn’t want him to also be deceived by Su Moli, so she suddenly blurted out:
"Mr. Li, what do you think of Mrs. Chu right now?"
Li Li looked at her with caution and asked harshly, "What do you mean?"
She took the necklace out, fiddling with it in her hand, her tone tinged with a cold edge:
"This is something left by Su Jin’s mother. To her, even if it meant losing everything, she would never let it be auctioned off. I think, Mr. Li, you should understand what I mean."
Li Li furrowed his brows deeply, as though he had realized something.
"Miss Qin, what exactly are you saying?"
Qin Miaomiao took a deep breath and spoke slowly, word by word:
"Su Jin is already dead. The one standing in her place now is her sister, Su Moli."
Li Li’s face instantly turned as pale as a sheet, as if he had suffered a tremendous blow. He stepped forward, grabbed her shoulders with both hands, and said coldly:
"Su Jin is dead. No matter how much Su Moli alters herself to look like her, she is not her. Chu Yunhao obtained control over the Su Group, orchestrated a car accident to kill her, but she managed to escape. However, the four-month-old fetus in her womb miscarried. To deal with the ’problem’ of Su Jin, Chu Yunhao directly murdered her and then had Su Moli undergo plastic surgery to become her doppelgänger. If you don’t believe me, you can investigate Su Moli—she went abroad four months ago. To the public, Su Moli is already dead, and her body has long since been cremated. But what they don’t know is that it was Su Jin who died."
As she spoke with unwavering certainty, Li Li’s hawk-like gaze locked onto her. It was as if his stare could burn through her face. He suddenly demanded sternly:
"This is all speculation. What evidence do you have?"
"It’s simple—conduct a DNA test. Su Jin’s DNA is stored in the bank; she had it tested five years ago. I will obtain that report. You just need to get Su Moli’s DNA data."
Li Li looked at her skeptically:
"You’re the Miss of the Qin Family; why do you know so much about Su Jin?"
"Let’s just say... Su Jin appeared to me in a dream. Mr. Li, I hope you understand one thing: you and I share the same goal. We both care about Su Jin. She died unjustly, yet all her wealth has been pocketed by Chu Yunhao and Su Moli, those two wretched people. She probably cannot rest in peace!"