Su Feng still refused to step aside, while Su Moli laughed triumphantly, as if mocking her for overestimating herself. Qin Miaomiao made her move, abruptly grabbing his arm and, with an unbelievably bizarre angle, executed a shoulder throw!
It was as if she had rehearsed it countless times before, slamming him onto the ground!
Su Feng was completely stunned. No... no... impossible. Only Su Jin would know this. The angle and force of the throw were unmistakably hers!
How could this unfamiliar woman know how to do it?
With Su Feng out of the way, she walked up to Su Moli, her gaze cold and piercing as she stared her down, a strange and cruel smile curling at the edge of her lips.
"How does it feel to borrow someone else’s identity?"
Su Moli’s face instantly changed. She... what did she mean?
How could she know? Only three people in total knew about this!
"I don’t understand what you’re saying."
Saying this, she instinctively turned to leave, but was suddenly grabbed by her. Qin Miaomiao drew closer, and Su Moli, gazing at her eyes that were eerily similar to Su Jin’s, felt a chill of terror deep in her heart, as if she were staring at the already-deceased Su Jin!
"How does it feel to be Mrs. Chu, Miss Su..."
The words "Miss Su" carried a hidden meaning that made her blood run cold.
"Let me go! Let me go this instant!"
"I heard your sister passed away. I’d love to visit her grave and pay my respects."
Her tone was haunting, dredging up the deepest fears buried in Su Moli’s heart! The dead person was Su Jin, after she orchestrated an elaborate substitution scheme.
She had some resemblance to Su Jin to begin with, then adjusted herself to look even more like her, and simply stepped into her place!
Why would this woman suddenly bring up such a thing? What exactly did she know?
Su Moli’s thoughts descended into chaos. Her hands flailed frantically as she tried to free herself from her grip, but she inadvertently stumbled into the railing—and for some unknown reason, the railing broke!
As Su Moli looked at Qin Miaomiao’s face, illusions began to cloud her vision—she seemed to see Su Jin!
Without thinking, she pushed her, her expression twisting into rage:
She wanted to kill her, to never see her again!
Yet, a pair of hands suddenly seized her, reversing the grip and pulling her down instead!
Everything happened too fast for anyone to react. Qin Miaomiao closed her eyes. Baby, look—Mommy has avenged you!
And at that precise moment, a hand suddenly grabbed hold, halting her downward fall. Su Moli fell into the sea with a splash, while she dangled like a kite caught on the edge.
She opened her eyes and saw an unexpected figure—Lu... Lu Qing?
He had leaned over precariously, half his body hanging out, with a real risk of being dragged down by her.
His face was cold, expressionless, as he silently hauled her up, inch by inch, before pulling her firmly into his arms. When she sank into his chest, her heart was still pounding wildly, overwhelmed by the shock. Before she could recover, his slightly frosty voice came:
"Is dying all you want?"
Qin Miaomiao stared at him wide-eyed, and for reasons she couldn’t explain, her eyes began to redden.
Lu Qing’s always-calm demeanor suddenly crumbled. He appeared uncharacteristically flustered, fumbling as he raised a hand to wipe away the tears at the corner of her eyes, pulling her into his arms and softly coaxing her:
"It’s over now. Don’t be afraid."
Qin Miaomiao buried her head in his embrace, letting the tears flow freely. Moments ago, she truly had held the thought of dying together.
Hatred had consumed her, robbing her of all reason, leaving only the desire for mutual destruction!
"Lu... Young Master Lu?"
Gasps rippled through the crowd as they stared at him in shock. When the others heard the title "Young Master Lu," they froze in place as well.
"Who’s Young Master Lu?"
One clueless onlooker asked curiously, only to have the person next to him tug at his sleeve, wearing an expression of reverence and fear, speaking in a hushed voice:
"There’s only one Young Master Lu in all of Yan Jing. Be careful—if you offend him, it doesn’t matter who you are, you can kiss your life in Yan Jing goodbye."