Si Mingjing first glanced at the wooden house. It had no windows, only a single door. If one were locked inside, escape would likely be impossible. But Si Mingjing wasn’t afraid and boldly stepped in.
She had to admit, she was tempted.
Si Mingjing pulled Song Tiantian along as they entered. They stopped in front of the wall of photos, where Si Mingjing stared at a picture frame holding the image of her mother, who lived on in her memory.
She still remembered her mother looking just like that when she was young, her face always carrying an expression of pride and nobility.
Even deep within Prison Star, her mother had kept herself immaculate every day. She never showed any signs of slovenliness, and the pride on her face never faded, not even at the moment of her death. Her mother had departed with dignity.
"Sister, my head feels so dizzy," said Song Tiantian, tugging on her arm, her head spinning.
Si Mingjing had already detected a strange fragrance within the wooden house.
However, her constitution was different from ordinary people, making her nearly immune to all toxins. Aside from Mo Yinhe’s perfume, she had never been affected by such ploys and didn’t feel the effects as acutely as Song Tiantian did.
No sooner had Song Tiantian finished her sentence than she fainted.
At that moment, the excited voice of Zhou Haiyang came from outside the door.
Zhou Haiyang couldn’t clearly see who was inside when he entered. He immediately locked the door behind him and rubbed his hands together, an excited look on his face.
When he saw that it wasn’t Song Pianlan in the room but Si Mingjing, along with an unconscious five-year-old girl, his expression immediately soured, and his face contorted with anger.
"Why is it you? Where’s your aunt? You think you can seduce me? Just you? Have you even looked in the mirror to see if you’re worthy?"
Si Mingjing scoffed but didn’t speak. Holding the unconscious Song Tiantian, she took out a Silver Needle to check her pulse and perform acupuncture.
Zhou Haiyang turned to leave, but when he tried to open the door, he found it wouldn’t budge.
Zhou Haiyang kicked the door twice in frustration. "Damn it, you filthy woman! What are you trying to do to me?"
Zhou Haiyang was unattractive but not foolish; he was as shrewd as they come.
He assumed Si Mingjing was trying to seduce him to sabotage his engagement with Song Pianlan, seeking to elevate her own status.
Zhou Haiyang spat in scorn. "Can’t you even take a good look at yourself first!"
Zhou Haiyang had seen many women in his life and had all sorts of beauties at his beck and call. But those were just women he played with casually. Only Song Pianlan was the goddess in his heart, the precious treasure he wanted to marry and take home.
Zhou Haiyang viewed Song Pianlan through rose-colored glasses, believing she was different from those other seductive beauties.
She might have come from a small place, but she was diligent and hardworking. Not only was she beautiful, but she was also talented. Zhou Haiyang, despite being a playboy, had high standards for a wife.
Zhou Haiyang felt his head grow heavy. Although he had never experienced such a sensation himself, he had caused it in others often enough and instantly understood what was happening.
"You despicable woman! To sabotage my promising marriage with your aunt, you actually drugged me!"
Si Mingjing was rendered speechless!
Wasn’t this Song Pianlan’s mindless fanatic?
Even though Song Pianlan didn’t like Zhou Haiyang, if he were to marry her, he would surely protect her with unwavering loyalty!
Luckily, Song Pianlan wasn’t interested!
Song Pianlan always had a way of ruining a good hand!
"I’m telling you, I wouldn’t touch you even if I died! Ugly witch! You can’t even compare to a single one of Pianlan’s fingers!"
Muttering curses, Zhou Haiyang rolled up his sleeves and bit down hard on his own arm, leaving two deep teeth marks to force himself to stay awake.
Si Mingjing hadn’t expected that this rather plain-looking Zhou Haiyang would actually be willing to remain chaste for Song Pianlan.
She really hadn’t seen that coming! It was her own fault for being so unobservant.
Si Mingjing laughed at his misplaced devotion and suddenly felt that Zhou Haiyang wasn’t so sleazy after all.
Si Mingjing, her mind quick, blinked her phoenix eyes. "Do you want to see who exactly wants to keep us locked up in here?"
"Who else could it be but you, you vixen!"
After settling Song Tiantian, Si Mingjing walked towards Zhou Haiyang.
Zhou Haiyang kept backing away. "Don’t come over here! What do you want, you wretched woman? I’m warning you, don’t even think about touching me! My heart belongs only to your aunt!"
Si Mingjing jabbed a needle directly into the back of Zhou Haiyang’s head.
Zhou Haiyang suddenly felt a cold stream course through his body, and the uncomfortable sensation eased slightly.
Si Mingjing then pricked another needle into his finger, drawing blood.
As some blood flowed out, Zhou Haiyang’s mind cleared further. Enraged by this realization, he roared, "You unwanted, vile woman! Dare to prick me again and see what happens!"
"You’d better clean up your language, or don’t blame me if one needle ends your life!" Si Mingjing warned, her voice cold and harsh.
Zhou Haiyang tried to retort, but Si Mingjing plunged a needle directly into his mute acupoint, instantly silencing him.
His anger flared even more intensely. His eyes burned with a furious flame, as if wishing he could incinerate Si Mingjing.
Si Mingjing ignored him. "Don’t you want to know who set this trap? Just wait here. The show will start soon."
Si Mingjing removed the ring-style phone from her finger, activated its video recording feature, and placed it on top of a picture frame, ensuring it could capture everything in the room.
Not even five minutes after she had set it up, footsteps sounded outside the cabin, followed by Fang Jing’s voice calling for her daughter.
"Tiantian? Tiantian, where are you?"
Then came Song Pianlan’s voice. "Strange. I just went to the restroom, and Tiantian disappeared. There’s a light on in that cabin over there. Could she be in there?"
At that moment, a maid said frantically, "No, no, she’s not in the cabin!"
Fang Jing saw light seeping from the crack under the cabin door and walked towards it.
The maid desperately tried to stop Fang Jing. "Madam, Madam, she’s really not in the cabin! Please don’t go over there! I was cleaning the cabin and forgot to turn off the light..."
"Why are you so nervous?" Fang Jing asked, looking at the maid.
The maid looked even more flustered. "I-I-I... I’m not nervous."
Song Pianlan rebuked her sharply. "Not nervous? Then why are you stuttering? Speak! What exactly is happening in that cabin? What unspeakable thing is going on that has you this flustered? If you don’t talk, you’re fired on the spot!"
The maid, looking utterly terrified, stammered, "Please, no, Miss Song! Miss Si told me not to say anything! It was all Miss Si’s own idea! It has nothing to do with me! Miss Si wanted to seduce Young Master Zhou! They’re in the cabin... I didn’t see anything! I saw absolutely nothing..."
"What?" Song Pianlan exclaimed, her face paling in shock.
Her voice was so loud that even the elders still in the dining hall could hear her. "Si Mingjing dares to seduce my fiancé? She’s actually throwing herself at Haiyang?!"
Hearing this, everyone in the dining hall came out.
Song Tengfei, in particular, his face crimson with rage, stomped towards the cabin.
Song Pianlan watched everyone follow and trailed after them, her face a mask of fury. However, when no one was looking, the corners of her lips curled into a faint, knowing smile.
This time, her plan was foolproof. She’d like to see how her dear brother could still force her to marry Zhou Haiyang now that he and Si Mingjing were... compromised!
Si Mingjing, just you wait and die! Hahaha!