134 What's Your Motive? (Part 1)

Zhang Qianmi was once again puzzled.

If it was not Zhang Qiao and neither Wang Yuju, who was it then? And what was their motive?

Her head felt dizzy just from thinking about it.

Whoever it was, she mustn't let them publish this to the public! Otherwise, she'll be ruined!

Zhang Hua didn't do anything to her because the Li family was still kept in the dark and she still had some use.

But if they found out, she'd surely be abandoned immediately!

Zhang Qiao saw her in a daze and smiled slyly.

"Should I help you as a big sister? After all, we'll all be dead if anyone finds out.. And I'm much experienced with things like this.."

Zhang Qianmi looked up, her eyes sparkling. However she didn't believe she'd do that. They were enemies after all.

Zhang Qiao lifted her chin arrogantly, "Don't believe me, hm? Then, I have no choice but to look the other way.. Alas, you'll be doomed.. Tsk.."

"I believe you!" Zhang Qianmi immediately exclaimed.

The older one was wise; Zhang Qiao was really much more experienced than her as she had said.

Zhang Qiao was elated by her reaction. "Alright. But on one condition.."

'Surely, this bitch is calculating and scheming!' Zhang Qianmi had no choice but to agree, "But what is it?"

Zhang Qiao waved her hands amiably.

"It's nothing much. You just have to give half of the portion of the inheritance to me. And also help me know about the ongoing project of the Li Group.."

"What?! But aren't those matters confidential? Why would the Li Family let me know something like that??"

Zhang Qianmi was dumb but not to the extent that she overestimated herself.

She was fully aware that this marriage held no weight and the Li Family was guarding against her..

How was she going to know about classified information? And half the inheritance?! What inheritance.. Wait..

She creased her brows, "What inheritance are you talking about?"

Zhang Qiao sighed.

"My silly little sister, no wonder you had to beg me to help you! You're so dumb; how can you survive among the scheming people?.."

She paused then added meaningfully.

"You haven't noticed yet? The Old Master is in a weak condition right now.. He's expected to die soon.. You just have to 'take good care' of him so that he rests peacefully.. Then the inheritance.."

She didn't say much but Zhang Qianmi could guess in between the lines and was enlightened.

She smiled subconsciously but soon she frowned. "How did you know that? What if it's not true?"

Zhang Qiao was extremely confident. "I have my own ways.. Do you think I won't know? You must know that, I-"

Zhang Qianmi asked, cutting her words. "Is it that man from the upper class again? Is he so powerful?"

Zhang Qiao looked at her, slightly amused.

She slowly patted her shoulder with a cold expression. "It's better you don't talk recklessly.. Walls have ears too.."

She side-glanced outside the window with an ambiguous smile before retracting her hand calmly.

"Be careful. You can eat nonsense but you can't afford to speak nonsense."

She wiped her hands on her coat and slowly walked away. She then took out her ringing phone, her face turning gentle.

"Yes? Ah-Chen.. Yeah I'm done here.. Oh, you're here to pick me up?? Aw, thank you so much.. Mm, love you too.."

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Tang Yan sulked as he entered the living room, acting as if he had lost his purpose for living.

'Sh*t, that bastard really did it!' No matter how much he persuaded Ellen, the latter refused to take back his words!

At this rate, he was going to be broke soon. The compensation was too big for him to handle! 'This cursed mouth!'

He sat down on the sofa with a heavy heart. He couldn't help but shout angrily, "It's all Song Xia's fault!"

"Are you talking about me?" Suddenly, a voice came from beside him.

Tang Yan was so pissed as he was about to yell again when he was startled to see the ghost next to him!

He immediately scrambled on the floor with fright. The 'white-faced ghost' looked at him with confused eyes.

Song Xia pursed her lips then adjusted the facemask on her face as she lied back on the sofa.

Tang Yan was speechless. He quickly turned on the lights and saw her lazily lying on the couch.

Her posture was as if there was no one else in the room except herself.

"..."

This unladylike woman! Doesn't she care about her image at all?!

Something flashed in his eyes.

He took out his phone and clicked a few photos of her. "I'm going to post this in social media and expose your true colors!"

Song Xia was stunned as she abruptly sat up. She tossed the facemask away and rushed towards him. "You punk!"

"Come here!"

"Bleh! I won't!"

"YOU!"

"Catch me if you can!"

"TANG YAN-!!"

A loud noise abruptly rang out. Song Xia had stumbled onto the coffee table, which made her fall down hard.

"Oww..." Song Xia whimpered softly. Tang Yan was momentarily shocked before he quickly rushed back to help her.

"What happened?! Are you okay?"

"Ah.. It hurts.." Song Xia's face looked extremely pale. It made Tang Yan panic.

He held her in his arms with a strange anxiousness in his face. A sense of déjà vu hit him.

It triggered a suppressed memory of the past; her face slowly overlapped with a similar but smaller face, "Tang Yan.."

He couldn't help the tear falling down from his left eye. "Don't worry, I-I'll save you.. I won't let you go.."

Song Xia was slightly dumbfounded.

She looked at his dazed expression before she sneakily slid her hand in his pocket and took out his phone.

She then deleted her photos and smiled wryly, "Tang Yan.. Fooled you!"

Tang Yan snapped out of his daze and looked at her smiling. He couldn't help but feel angry.

'This girl is always joking around with serious matters!'

He stood up with a sneer. If looked closely, he had a slightly hurt expression in his eyes. "Do you think it's a joke?!"

Song Xia blinked in astonishment. It was the first time she had seen him so livid.

She didn't really think that he'd react so strongly but she didn't think much as she smiled.

"You could've just left me-"

"I should've just done that! But I'm not so cruel like you!" Tang Yan's face was cold as he walked away.

Song Xia felt guilty, looking at his back. She stood up and was about to chase after him, "Tang Yan~ Ah!"

As soon as she did so, she twisted her foot and ended up falling down.

Then she felt an unbearable pain. Her ankle was gradually turning bluish. She had sprained her ankle!

She rubbed her leg, her forehead covered in sweat. Her face was pale, "Tang Yan! Hey!"

Tang Yan ignored her and didn't stop walking. His back was straight and lonely.