Han Shengmei waited a while, and seeing that Zhang Dongyi remained silent, she asked, "Cousin, do you not like me anymore?"
Zhang Dongyi’s eyes slowly became resolute. "I promised you." He couldn’t win Shengmei’s heart for now, so getting her in person was equally good, although it was somewhat taking advantage of her vulnerability. But it was better than regretting it later.
"Cousin is the best!" Han Shengmei laughed happily. She knew her cousin liked her, for how many men could resist her charm as an outstanding woman? Her cousin couldn’t resist, and Qin Yushen would surely succumb as well.
"It’s time to deal with the trouble," Song Yan Ning put down her cup and stood up, heading toward the café.
Elder Mie Yu followed behind Song Yan Ning, looking at her with eyes filled with satisfaction. Originally, she had sealed Young Prince’s cultivation to let her lead an ordinary life. Now she realized her mistake; Young Prince was destined not to be ordinary. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have been able to reach such a cultivation level even with her powers sealed. If the Demon King and Demon Queen were alive, they would certainly be pleased to know this.
Han Shengmei paced restlessly around the room. Although her cousin had agreed to her request, she couldn’t settle down, feeling like something was about to happen.
"It seems you are still afraid," Song Yan Ning’s indifferent voice resonated in the room.
Startled, Han Shengmei quickly turned her head to see Song Yan Ning and Elder Mie Yu standing behind her. "How did you get in?" She was sure she had locked the door, and without her opening it, no one outside could enter.
Song Yan Ning’s figure flashed and vanished in front of her eyes, and in the next moment, she appeared behind Han Shengmei. "Just , any more questions?" Since Han Shengmei was about to die anyway, letting her know some of her secrets didn’t matter.
"Are you human or ghost?" Han Shengmei asked, looking at Song Yan Ning with fear.
"I am certainly human, but you will soon become a ghost," Song Yan Ning answered, flicking her finger and making a ball of flames dance in her hand.
Han Shengmei’s eyes widened in disbelief, filled with intense terror. "You... please spare me, I apologize... I won’t trouble you ever again..." Now she understood why her father and brother were so wary of Song Yan Ning. Song Yan Ning wasn’t human; she was a demon.
Song Yan Ning smiled coldly, and the flames in her hand lunged at Han Shengmei. "You’ve run out of chances." Her patience was limited, and Han Shengmei’s repeated provocations had grown tiresome.
Retracting the flames, Song Yan Ning glanced at the pile of black ash on the floor, waved her hand, and with a breeze, the ash vanished without a trace.
Song Yan Ning’s figure flashed, and she disappeared along with Elder Mie Yu. She knew that even if the Han Family father and son knew she was responsible, they wouldn’t call the police, but she disliked leaving any leverage for others to use against her.
Zhang Dongyi, having made several calls without a response, grew worried. He turned his car around and drove to the Han Family’s home.
As Han Zaiye was about to leave, he saw Zhang Dongyi rushing over. "What’s the matter?"
"I’ve been trying to call Shengmei, but I can’t get through. She didn’t go out, did she?" Zhang Dongyi asked anxiously.
Han Zaiye called a servant over, "Did Miss go out?" He had seen Shengmei behaving decently these days, so he had let her out of her room.
"No, the Miss has been in her room all along."
Han Zaiye nodded, "Perhaps she’s asleep. Try calling her again."
Zhang Dongyi took out his phone and dialed Han Shengmei’s number once more. But just like before, there was no answer. "Let’s go up and take a look," he suggested. Only after seeing Shengmei safe and sound could he be at ease.