Chapter 18: 018 I’ll let you have your way, sister
“Really? Since you still can’t face reality, I’ll give you a good look at what means are today…”
Su Xinyan threw her coat to the ground with a flick of her hand, loosened the bandages wrapped around her wrist, and leaned in to whisper:
“Do you think Brother Heng will believe you? Or will he believe me?”
“Believe it or not, even if everything you say is true, Brother Heng won’t believe a word from you…”
Su Ran watched her expressionlessly, her delicate and bright brows looking somewhat nonchalant, but a hint of imperceptible chill slowly surfaced in the depths of her eyes.
“Don’t believe it, huh? Let’s give it a try then…”
Her face suddenly changed, she reached out to grab Su Ran’s arm, and her sharp nails harshly dug into the skin.
Su Xinyan looked at Su Ran with a face of feeble timidity, but a deep malice flickered in her eyes.
“I’m sorry, sister. It’s all my fault…
Su Ran rarely furrowed her brows.
Ugh, this trick again!
Having played along with her for so many years, she was getting a little sick of it.
Couldn’t she come up with some other trick?
Every time she thought she had the winning hand, but in the end, she’d still be the one getting slapped in the face.
Literally slapped across the face.
So, why never learn from past mistakes?
If she doesn’t play along, wouldn’t she be letting down her sister’s “authentic performance”?
Su Ran sighed lightly, her expression became restrained, and a flicker of coldness passed quickly through her starry eyes. Almost simultaneously, she threw off the blankets, raised her foot, and kicked straight at Su Xinyan’s stomach…
“Sister, I’m fulfilling your wish.”
Su Xinyan’s body staggered violently.
A loud noise was heard, and she was already sprawling on the floor.
A piercing, high-pitched scream suddenly rose.
“Xiao Ran, what are you doing?”
A dark voice sounded abruptly at the door.
Su Ran didn’t need to lift her head to know who it was.
A master strategist would not miss the timing of the male lead’s entrance.
Indeed, Gu Heng appeared at the doorway as expected.
After talking so much, Su Ran felt a bit thirsty. She picked up the water cup from the bedside table and took a few sips before sparing the two of them a glance.
She looked woefully at Su Xinyan, who was held in Gu Heng’s arms, her eyes innocent, her tone even more inexplicable.
“Sister, how did you manage to fall in my sickroom? I know you came to see me out of kindness, but , those unaware would think I’m bullying you.”
Su Ran put extra emphasis on the word “voluntarily,” sounding innocent, a picture of bewilderment.
“Besides, that grip of yours was really strong. Keeping such long nails if you wanted to commit suicide – my wrist was almost snapped by you.”
With that, she lifted her right wrist to reveal it.
As expected, the marks of five fingernails were clearly visible, and her skin, smooth as jade, was broken, with the deepest two still oozing blood.
Gu Heng’s pupils shrank, his face blank with astonishment. He hesitated before looking down at Su Xinyan in his arms, who was weeping with a look of sadness and helplessness.
The doubtful gaze from above made Su Xinyan’s heart leap, panic flickering in her eyes as she said weakly and stoically:
“Brother Heng, it hurts so much…”
Upon hearing this, Gu Heng’s hesitant eyes immediately filled with sympathy, and he tightened his hand around her waist, his tone very gentle.
“Bear with it, I’ll take you to the doctor.”
Watching the affectionate couple, Su Ran felt goosebumps all over her body, shivered with cold, and felt extremely nauseous inside.
“Hurry up and go. Don’t stand in my way, it’s making me sick.”