71: Chapter 71 The Conspiracy Against Zhao Yaqin

Then, the corner of Zhang Mingde's mouth slowly curled into a smile.

The smile was sinister and calculating, making Liu Qian's skin crawl.

Zhang Mingde spoke up.

"Liu Qian, do something for me."

Liu Qian was stunned for a moment.

"Me? What can I do for you?"

Remembering the last time, those friends, and those disgusting things, her face turned pale again.

"Young Master Zhang, I don't want to be with those friends of yours again..."

Zhang Mingde laughed, a laugh filled with disdain.

"What are you afraid of? This time it has nothing to do with you."

Liu Qian breathed a sigh of relief, but she became even more confused.

Zhang Mingde got out of bed, walked over to the cabinet, opened the drawer, and took out a small bag from inside.

He walked back and handed it to Liu Qian.

Liu Qian took it and looked down at it.

Inside the bag were some small white pills. They were tiny, and just looking at them made one feel uneasy.

Her hand trembled slightly.

"Young Master Zhang... w-what is this?"

Zhang Mingde laughed.

"It's nothing harmful. Just take it."

Liu Qian looked at him.

Zhang Mingde continued.

"Go home and find a way to make that mother of yours drink this."

Liu Qian was stunned.

Mother?

Zhao Yaqin?

Zhang Mingde leaned against the headboard, his eyes becoming unfocused.

He recalled the woman he saw at the Shopping Mall that day.

Zhao Yaqin was standing next to Wang Yang, wearing that camel-colored coat, her figure exquisite and her curves graceful.

With a full bust and rounded hips, she had everything in all the right places.

Her whole body exuded the unique charm of a mature woman.

He hadn't played with that kind of woman yet.

Zhang Mingde had played with so many women—young ones, beautiful ones, flirtatious ones.

But he had never tried a mature, tasteful woman like this.

The corner of his mouth curled into a lecherous smile.

Looking at his expression, Liu Qian felt a wave of nausea.

She gripped the bag in her hand tightly.

"Young Master Zhang, this... I don't agree."

Zhang Mingde looked at her.

His gaze turned cold.

"You don't agree?"

Liu Qian bit her lip.

"She, she is my mother after all..."

Zhang Mingde laughed.

He laughed loudly and gratingly.

"Mother? She doesn't even treat you like a daughter anymore, and now you're acting like you have a deep mother-daughter bond?"

Liu Qian's face flushed red.

Zhang Mingde continued.

"Besides, you aren't even her biological daughter, don't you know that? When you were arguing with her before, I didn't see you holding back. Now you've suddenly become a filial daughter?"

Liu Qian's face turned from red to white.

Those words were like knives, cutting into her heart one by one.

She remembered the words Zhao Yaqin said at the Shopping Mall that day.

"You are not my daughter."

"You were picked up."

And when she knelt on the ground begging Wang Yang, Zhao Yaqin stood by and watched her coldly.

She remembered all the years Zhao Yaqin had been good to her.

The meals she cooked for her, the sweaters she knitted for her, staying by her bedside when she was sick...

But what about now?

All that kindness had been given to Wang Yang.

Her mother had become another man's woman.

Liu Qian gripped the bag so hard her knuckles turned white.

Zhang Mingde watched her, knowing the timing was just right.

He smiled and softened his tone.

"How about this."

Liu Qian looked up.

Zhang Mingde looked at her.

"As long as you help me get this done, I'll buy you a car."

Liu Qian was stunned.

"A car?"

Zhang Mingde nodded.

"Yeah. What kind of car do you want? Anything under 200,000, take your pick."

Liu Qian's eyes lit up.

A 200,000 car?

She had never driven her own car in her life.

She looked at Zhang Mingde, unable to believe it.

"R-really?"

Zhang Mingde laughed.

"When have I ever lied to you?"

Liu Qian's heart began to race.

She looked down at the small bag in her hand.

She thought of the image of Zhao Yaqin and that Wang Yang together.

Her mother had stolen her man.

Her mother was living so well now, living in a nice house.

Wearing nice clothes, wearing a gold bracelet, and having someone to cherish her.

And what about her?

She was kneeling on the ground like a dog.

Why?

Why?

Liu Qian gritted her teeth, the resentment in her heart growing wildly like weeds.

She looked up at Zhang Mingde.

"Okay. I agree."

Zhang Mingde laughed.

It was a meaningful laugh.

He reached out and patted her face.

"That's a good girl."

Liu Qian gripped the bag in her hand, a look of resentment on her face.

She thought of Zhao Yaqin's happy face.

She thought of the gold bracelet on her wrist.

She thought of the way she leaned in Wang Yang's arms.

There was only one thought in her mind.

If she couldn't have a good life, no one else would either.

Zhang Mingde leaned against the headboard, watching her expression, the corner of his mouth curling into a cold smile.

He lit a cigarette and smoked it slowly.

Amidst the swirling smoke, his eyes were sinister and triumphant.

...

The next day.

Sunlight streamed in through the sheer curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows, falling onto the bed, warm and cozy.

Wang Yang slowly opened his eyes.

What came into view was a delicate little face, staring right at him.

Su Xincheng had woken up at some point and was lying on her side.

Resting her head on one hand, she was watching him without blinking.

Wang Yang was stunned for a moment.

"How long have you been awake?"

Su Xincheng shook her head.

"Just woke up a while ago..."

Wang Yang laughed.

"What are you looking at?"

Su Xincheng's face flushed slightly.

"Looking at you."

Wang Yang raised an eyebrow.

"Looking at me? What's there to look at?"

Su Xincheng said earnestly.

"You're good-looking. Brother Yang is the best-looking."

Wang Yang was amused by her.

He reached out and pulled her into his arms.

Su Xincheng leaned against his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

Wang Yang's hands started to get restless, gently rubbing her back.

Su Xincheng's body trembled slightly, but she didn't pull away.

Wang Yang looked down at her.

"Why are you so obedient today?"

Su Xincheng didn't speak, just looked up at him.

Then she leaned over and took the initiative to kiss his lips.

Wang Yang was stunned.

This girl, why is she so proactive today?

However, being proactive is a good thing.

He let her off last night, and since she was being so proactive this morning, she must want it.

As a model youth, Wang Yang, a helpful youth of the new era, how could he not be helpful?

The corner of his mouth curled into a smile.

He released her lips and whispered in her ear.

"Xincheng, do you want it?"

Su Xincheng's face turned bright red instantly.

"I, I didn't..."

Wang Yang laughed.

"Didn't? Then why did you kiss me just now?"

Su Xincheng couldn't say a word.

Wang Yang's hands continued to wander.

"If you want it, just say so. It's not like Brother Yang won't give it to you."

Su Xincheng buried her face in his chest, not daring to look at him.

Wang Yang lowered his head and kissed her lips.

This time, he didn't hold back anymore.

...

Two and a half hours later.

The sunlight had moved from the edge of the bed to the center, shining brightly on the bed.

Su Xincheng lay sprawled on the bed, her whole body sore and weak, without the strength to even move a finger.

Yet, her face wore a satisfied smile, and there was happiness in the corners of her eyes and brows.

Wang Yang leaned against the headboard, watching her.

"Still saying you didn't want it?"

Su Xincheng blushed and muttered softly.

"Brother Yang, you're so bad~"

Wang Yang laughed.

He reached out and pulled her into his arms.

Su Xincheng leaned against him, enjoying the afterglow of their intimacy.

After a while, she spoke softly.