The engagement was with the younger brother, but I've fallen for the older brother.

Qin Enyu felt like she was about to have a brain hemorrhage.

"This is fraud! Scam! I can sue you!"

"Sue me for what?"

Si Yimian looked at her with a puzzled expression.

"Did I say this bracelet was worth 70 million?"

Si Yimian began to review the situation for her.

"I never said that the one that fell was the Canglan that I filmed tonight."

"What does it have to do with me that you automatically put a price tag of 70 million in your head?"

"Besides, I kept my promise and didn't make you pay for the bracelet."

Qin Enyu's mind raced, replaying every moment of the evening.

Indeed, Si Yimian never mentioned the price of the bracelet.

From Huo Siyue lighting the sky lantern to the hammer falling at seventy million, she tacitly acknowledged that the bracelet on Si Yimian's wrist was that one.

She never doubted it.

Si Yimian deliberately lured her to the charity gala so that she would see Huo Siyue spending money, thus creating a cognitive bias in her.

From the day I received the invitation, every step I took was a step into a pit.

When He Nanxian sent the invitation, she thought Si Yimian was just being cowardly and trying to please her.

Looking back now, that was bait on the fishhook.

Si Yimian didn't want her to clear her name; she wanted her to be sent to her death.

She and Si Ningyou underestimated their enemy from beginning to end.

After figuring out all of this, Qin Enyu went completely insane.

His face went from deathly pale to flushed red, and then from flushed red to bluish-purple.

"Si Yimian! You'll die a horrible death!"

She screamed and sprang up from the carpet, her fingernails slashing at Si Yimian's face.

Si Yimian dodged to the side and casually grabbed the now-cold coffee from the coffee table and splashed it at him.

Dark brown liquid was poured all over Qin Enyu's head and face.

"Rebound."

"I'm tough, I'm good at dealing with bad people. If you curse me, you're cursing yourself."

"I suggest changing the wording, such as wishing me wealth, so that it's a win-win situation."

Si Yimian put the empty cup back on the tray, her tone as if she were advising a sulking kindergarten child.

"The video has already been released, so it's no use killing me now."

"You should think about how to explain this to your agent."

No sooner had she finished speaking than Qin Enyu's phone rang.

The screen flickered wildly, and the caller ID read: Agent.

Qin Enyu looked down at that name, her whole body trembling.

She frantically tried to press the buttons, but her fingertips slipped, and she accidentally pressed the hands-free button instead.

"Qin Enyu, you're fucking insane!!!"

A deafening roar of despair came from the other end of the phone.

"Who gave you permission to post the video?!"

Si Yimian picked up her bag, turned around, and walked towards the door.

The moment the door closed behind her, she heard a heart-wrenching cry from inside.

Si Yimian didn't turn around. After taking a few steps, she suddenly stopped.

He bent down, opened the bag, and pulled out a velvet box from a hidden compartment.

turn on.

Canglan lay quietly inside.

Only someone with a screw loose would use genuine goods to bait someone.

Si Yimian is a capitalist's little princess, a woman who must spend every penny wisely.

Even a dog wouldn't do a business that loses money.

Never use real guns and ammunition to fight cannon fodder.

She closed the box and put it back in her bag.

Next, it's Si Ningyou's turn.

……

After the chaos by the pool subsided, Huo Siyue immediately brought the situation under control.

They immediately sent someone to inform Song Yuehua and He Nanxian.

Mianmian said that the more audience members there are for this play, the better.

Once inside the presidential suite, Si Ningyou was led into the bedroom to change clothes.

Huo Siyue arranged for hot tea and a blanket to be brought over, and then pressed Ruan Qiutang down to sit on the sofa.

"Aunt Ruan, please have some tea to warm yourself up."

Ruan Qiutang took the cup, her brows furrowed.

"Won't something happen if Mianmian goes to talk to Qin Enyu alone?"

"Won't."

Huo Siyue spoke with certainty.

Mianmian knows what she's doing.

The doorbell rang just as he finished speaking.

Song Yuehua walked in leaning on her cane, with He Nanxian following behind her, his expression not looking good.

"What happened? How did a perfectly good banquet turn into this?"

Si Congshan said a few words, and Song Yuehua's face darkened.

"Where's Ning You?"

"Changing clothes."

Song Yuehua sat down on the sofa, put her cane aside, and spoke with dissatisfaction.

"Why is Mianmian always causing trouble?"

Huo Siyue paused for a moment while holding the teacup.

stir up trouble?

The old lady's favoritism is truly ingrained in her DNA.

Huo Siyue remained silent, her eyes fixed on her phone screen.

Qin Enyu's Weibo account has not been updated yet.

Not urgent.

Mianmian said, "Wait for the signal."

Si Ningyou came out after changing her clothes. Her hair was half-dry and draped over her shoulders.

"grandmother……"

Song Yuehua beckoned her over, took her hand, and patted it.

"Ning You, you did a great job tonight."

The old lady's voice was gentle yet strong, and her eyes were full of approval.

"In that situation, he was able to distinguish between what was important and what was not, and he knew to protect his younger sister, so that outsiders wouldn't laugh at the Si family."

Si Ningyou lowered her eyes, her voice muffled.

"Grandma, Mianmian is my sister after all. I can't just watch her get bullied."

"I'm just a little scared afterwards, we used to be such good friends..."

Song Yuehua sighed, her eyes filled with heartache.

"Qin Enyu, that child, I've always seen her as unreliable."

"Human hearts are unpredictable; it's good that you see them clearly."

Si Ningyou couldn't help but curl the corners of her lips into a smile.

"Thank you, Grandma."

This old senile man is so easy to fool.

Si Congshan sat on a single sofa to the side, his face still somber, but seeing Si Ningyou's appearance, his tone softened a bit.

"Alright, you handled things fairly well tonight."

"Have the PR department keep an eye on public opinion, and prevent people from writing nonsense."

Si Ningyou nodded obediently, "I understand, Dad."

He Nanxian stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, listening to the conversation behind him, and glanced at Si Ningyou.

I feel like something's not right, but I can't quite put my finger on it.

Ruan Qiutang sat on the other side, holding a teacup in her hand without saying a word.

She also looked at Si Ningyou, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

This child really protected Mianmian tonight.

But for some reason, she just felt something was off.

Huo Siyue nestled in the single sofa, legs crossed, constantly refreshing her phone screen.

The next second, her fingers stopped.

coming.

Qin Enyu's Weibo has been updated.

Her pupils contracted, and her mouth almost stretched to her ears in a wide grin.

But she held back.

She took a deep breath, turned her phone volume up to the maximum, then stood up and walked towards Ruan Qiutang.

"Aunt Ruan! Look! That crazy woman Qin Enyu posted a video online turning herself in!"

Ruan Qiutang was taken aback and took the phone.

In the video, Qin Enyu's face filled the entire screen.

"Back in my first year of high school, Si Ningyou taught me how to bully Si Yimian..."

Ruan Qiutang's fingers began to tremble.

Hearing the noise, Si Congshan strode over and looked down at the screen.

The more he listened, the tighter his brow furrowed.

He Nanxian also suddenly pulled out his phone and opened Weibo.

The video was playing, and every word was like a bombshell, sending chills down his spine.

He Nanxian's face paled inch by inch.

He suddenly looked up at Si Ningyou on the sofa.

Si Ningyou sat there, her face completely drained of color.

It's like someone has pulled out my spinal cord, leaving only a skin to hold me up.

After the video finished playing, the room was so quiet that you could hear the air conditioner humming.

Song Yuehua sat on the sofa, her expression changing from confusion to shock.

She turned her head to look at Si Ningyou.

"Ning You, what... what's going on?"

Huo Siyue put her phone away and stepped aside to watch the drama unfold, unable to suppress the smirk on her face.

"Ning You, explain."

Si Congshan was the first to speak.

There was no tone of voice, no emotion.

Si Ningyou felt her blood rushing back to her heart from her limbs, but she quickly regained her composure.

The video only contains Qin Enyu's side of the story, without any evidence.

As long as she doesn't confess, no one can convict her.

"Dad, Enyu has gone mad."

Si Ningyou raised her head, her eyes red-rimmed.

"She was traumatized tonight and her mental state isn't right. How can you believe what she says?"

"I didn't do those things. Mianmian is my sister, how could I..."

At that moment, the door was pushed open, and Si Yimian stood in the doorway.

"Why can't you?"