I became the tyrant's only belief.

Chapter 379 Quick Drawing
"Two percent, for one year." Yin Lanci swirled her wine glass, glancing sideways at the other person with boundless charm.

Huang Ting, however, had no interest in admiring the beautiful woman.

She had never seen anyone as outrageous as Yin Lanci.

It would be one thing if it were 20% more per month, she could just use her own savings to make up for it, but it's going to continue for a whole year!
With so much silver, how will she make up for it?

Even though her father dotes on her, the family's money doesn't grow on trees, and he won't let her run wild like this.

Seeing that she was clutching her handkerchief and not speaking, Yin Lanci reached out and took the wine glass in front of her back, drank it all himself, and then refilled the glass for her.

"My dear sister, you may not know this, but these love potions are very difficult to raise. I only have this one pair left, and I originally intended to keep them for myself. Now that you need them, I have no choice but to part with them."

Huang Ting: "..."

How could a promiscuous woman like Yin Lanci possibly plant a love potion in herself? She would be a fool to believe it.

But seeing that Yin Lan wouldn't budge unless she got something in return, Huang Ting didn't want to give up. She silently calculated the money in her hand and reluctantly spoke up.

"Father makes all the business decisions, and even if I wanted to help my sister, I couldn't."

"However, I would never let my sister suffer a loss. I still have some savings on hand, not much, but enough to support my sister for three months. How about that?"

This was all the money she could muster; she might even have to borrow some from Huang Ying.

"Since my sister can't make the decision, then let her come back when she can." Yin Lanci waved her hand dismissively, showing her no interest.

Huang Ting: "Sister, I..."

"It would be rather unsightly to be thrown out." Yin Lanci chuckled, resting her chin on her hand as she looked at her. "How could I bear to do that to a beauty like my sister?"

Even though she knew Huang Ting could change her mind faster than turning the pages of a book, the sudden news that she was going to throw her out still made Huang Ting's expression change.

The two companies are business partners, this woman has gone too far!

Her face turned cold, her voice filled with anger: "Sister, you treat me like this, aren't you worried that I'll go back and tell Father? Father dotes on me, and it wouldn't be good if it affected your business with my sister."

"Heh, I was so worried." A red light flashed in Yin Lanci's eyes, and he suddenly leaned forward, pinching her face with his slender fingers.

"Ugh!" A painful cry choked her throat. Huang Ting trembled with pain, tears streaming down her face and soaking her veil.

She suspected that Yin Lanci had crushed her bones.

With a gentle flick of her red fingernail, the half-wet veil fluttered to the ground, revealing a tearful, beautiful face.

"Why are you crying, little sister? It breaks my heart." Yin Lanci chuckled twice, her voice clearly beautiful, but it frightened Huang Ting so much that she trembled even more and her tears fell even more fiercely.

"I really love my little sister's mouth. Why don't we cut it off along with the tongue, soak it in a jar, and let my older sister admire it every day? What do you think, little sister?"

Huang Ting: !!!
She pursed her lips tightly and shook her head repeatedly, afraid that the crazy woman in front of her would really cut out her tongue.

"You don't want to?" Yin Lanci frowned slightly, his nail tracing across her lips. "But I like it very much."

Huang Ting: You're a pervert!!!

Her wide, beautiful eyes pleaded. Huang Ting reached out and grabbed her wrist, struggling to utter a sound: "Wrong, wrong..."

Yin Lanci seemed not to hear, her charming eyes filled with laughter: "Your tongue is so beautiful, little sister."

Huang Ting: !!!
"Agree, yes."

Hearing this, Yin Lanci regretfully let go of her hand and lovingly touched the bruises on Huang Ting's face: "Oh dear, how could you be so careless, little sister?"

Huang Ting: "..." Who on earth created this?!
Ignoring the filth, she grabbed the veil from the ground and put it back on her face, wishing she could run away immediately and get as far away as possible from Yin Lanci, that vicious woman who could go crazy at any moment!

Yin Lanci tilted his head and looked at her: "So eager to leave, little sister, don't you want the love potion anymore?"

Huang Ting: "..."

Huang Ting: "..."

She gritted her teeth and sat back down.

She'd already given all the benefits; she absolutely had to get her hands on the love potion.

"Come with me." Yin Lanci got up and walked towards the desk on the other side.

Seeing that she seemed to have returned to normal, Huang Ting hesitated for a moment, then got up and followed her.

"The ink is ready." Yin Lanci rolled up her sleeve and handed Huang Ting a brush. "Sister, please draw the likeness of your beloved." Huang Ting hesitated before taking the brush, and asked doubtfully, "Does planting a love potion require a portrait?"

“Of course not.” Yin Lanci sat on the corner of the desk, swinging her legs slightly. “I’m just curious.”

Huang Ting: "..."

Yin Lanci seemed very interested, lightly tapping her fingertips on the spread-out Xuan paper, urging, "Draw quickly."

Her cheeks were still throbbing slightly, but Huang Ting dared not refuse.

Madam Huang placed great importance on the upbringing of her two daughters, raising them to be well-bred ladies of noble families, and hiring renowned teachers to teach them music, chess, calligraphy, and painting.

Huang Ying was playful and restless, and her skills in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting were only so-so. However, Huang Ting was very good at her studies, especially painting, and she brought honor to the Huang family at several banquets.

She went behind her desk, picked up her brush, dipped it in ink, and drew her beloved's image on the paper without even closing her eyes to recall.

Yin Lanci was still tilting her head, watching with great interest. As she watched, her eyes narrowed slightly, and her pupils seemed to turn completely red for a moment.

A slight smile played on her lips as she suddenly hummed an unknown, soft tune, her hands tapping lightly on her legs.

Having already finished painting her face, Huang Ting didn't know what had suddenly gotten into her; she just wanted to finish the rest as soon as possible, take the love potion, and leave, never wanting to meet Yin Lanci alone again in this lifetime.

"This young master Wang is truly a handsome man; no wonder he has won my sister's favor."

Yin Lanci picked up the painting, held it up to her eyes and examined it carefully, her expression even showing a hint of pleasure.

Whether it was her imagination or not, Huang Ting felt that Yin Lanci's tone was a little strange when he said the words "Young Master Wang." But she couldn't quite put her finger on what was wrong; it just gave her the creeps and sent a chill down her spine.

After pondering for a while, Huang Ting suddenly had a flash of inspiration and felt a strong sense of crisis.

Could this fickle, crazy woman have taken a fancy to Young Master Wang?
No!

Absolutely not!

Young Master Wang is hers!

Huang Ting's determination to protect her beloved gave her some courage, and she suppressed her fear and took the initiative to ask, "Now that you've seen the painting, sister, could you please give me the love potion?"

Yin Lanci glanced at her, a smile playing on his lips: "No rush, when and where did you last meet Young Master Wang, sister?"

Huang Ting was furious.

This crazy woman really has her eye on her young master Wang!

Why is sister asking this?

“I will ask you and you will answer.” Yin Lanci stared at the person in the painting, her voice taking on that peculiar rhythm again.

Huang Ting was momentarily distracted, and the words slipped out: "In Xiancheng."

Where is Xiancheng?

"Du Mansion".

What did you say when you met?

“I didn’t meet him. I only saw him from afar. He was talking to his maid.”

"What's the maid's name?"

All I know is that his surname is Chu.

Where is he now?

"He came to Sishui Town to see the illusion play."

……

"Snapped!"

The sound of snapping fingers brought Huang Ting back to her senses. She realized that she had come out of the room at some point and was standing with her back to the door, holding a small mahogany box in her hands.

The handsome man with whom Yin Lanci had an ambiguous relationship was standing beside her; he was the one who snapped his fingers earlier.

(End of this chapter)