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

Everyone turned to look.

Si Yimian stood at the door, carrying a bag in her hand, her face expressionless.

She changed into a crisp white dress, looking as clean as if she had just stepped out of another world.

The moment Si Ningyou saw her, her pupils contracted.

An ominous premonition poured over my head like cold water.

Si Yimian walked in and closed the door behind her.

"Mianmian".

Ruan Qiutang walked over, took her hand, and her eyes were red.

"Did you see the video Qin Enyu posted?"

Si Yimian nodded, her expression calm.

"I saw it."

She looked up at Ruan Qiutang.

"Mom, everything Qin Enyu said is true."

Ruan Qiutang's tears fell instantly.

"During those two years of high school, Qin Enyu, together with Si Ningyou, did everything to me that was mentioned in the video."

She paused, then added.

"Not only that, there's more."

"Because my sister was afraid to do it herself, she was afraid of getting her hands dirty."

"So she found a dim-witted substitute to play the villain for her."

"I took a six-month leave of absence from school, not because I was falling behind in my grades."

"It's because I have nightmares at night, and I'm afraid to see people during the day. My hands start to shake every time I walk into the school gate."

Ruan Qiutang looked up abruptly, her face filled with shock.

"Mianmian, what did you say?"

"Mom, I've never mentioned school in the eight years since I came back because I didn't want to upset you or put Dad in a difficult position."

Si Yimian turned to look at Si Congshan.

"Dad, you were busy with both the company and home back then, and I didn't want to cause you any trouble."

"So I chose to shut up."

Si Congshan stood there, his face ashen, his lips pressed into a thin line.

Si Yimian's gaze finally fell on Si Ningyou.

"But sister, I've kept quiet for eight years. Have you ever had a single sleepless night?"

Si Ningyou sat on the sofa, her fingers gripping the hem of her skirt tightly.

"Mianmian, what are you saying?"

Her face flushed red, and her lips moved.

"How could I... Qin Enyu did all those things, I had no idea..."

Huo Siyue sprang up from the sofa and rushed to Si Yimian's side.

She stood with her hands on her hips, unleashing her full power.

"I can testify!"

She turned and glared at Si Ningyou, her voice turning cold.

"When I transferred to your school in the senior year, you guys still dared to touch Mianmian. I pinned you down in the bathroom and slapped you more than a dozen times."

"I had someone keep an eye on them for a whole semester before things calmed down."

She turned her head, her gaze fixed on He Nanxian.

"Young Master He, what are you standing there for? Didn't you help Mianmian out of a predicament before?"

He Nanxian stood stiffly, his face ashen, and suddenly remembered many things.

He helped her out of trouble and shielded her from a few problems, but most of the time, he wasn't there.

He could have done more, but he chose to do less.

They chose to take care of Si Ningyou's feelings.

He looked at Si Yimian, his eyes filled with shock, guilt, and panic.

"Yes, I've helped Mianmian out of trouble a few times."

He looked at Si Ningyou with the same gaze he would give a complete stranger.

"But I didn't know it was you behind it."

"I thought it was just a conflict between classmates."

"Ning You, why?"

Si Ningyou felt a chill run down her spine under his gaze, and her hands began to tremble, but she still struggled.

"Nanxian, I didn't..."

That's enough.

Si Congshan finally spoke, his voice so powerful it seemed to weigh down the air in the room.

"Ning You, is there anything else you want to say?"

Si Ningyou suddenly stood up, her face as white as paper, but her back was ramrod straight.

She looked up at Si Congshan, then at Ruan Qiutang.

"Dad, Mom, can Qin Enyu's crazy talk be considered evidence?"

"Is there a recording of Huo Siyue's investigation? Can what Nanxian saw prove that I ordered it?"

Her voice was steady, even carrying a hint of grievance.

"Mianmian, I know you hate me, but you can't pin all the blame on me for what Qin Enyu did."

"She says I instructed her to do it, is that really true?"

Si Yimian turned to look at her, as if looking at a gambler who had already lost everything but was still bluffing.

"Sister is right. We shouldn't make things up without evidence."

"But there is tonight's."

She took her phone out of her pocket and played a recording.

The recording begins the moment she stands in the shadows of the trees by the pool.

The entire conversation between Si Ningyou and Qin Enyu was recorded.

"The Si family's tradition is just like the drama 'Empresses in the Palace'..."

"If I can't be An Lingrong, then I have to be Xia Dongchun..."

Si Ningyou suddenly looked up, her pupils shrinking sharply.

The recording is still ongoing.

"How long can He Nanxian's guilt last?"

"Ruan Qiutang may say she feels sorry for me, but in her heart, she always thinks of her own children..."

"Si Yimian doesn't need to do anything; she can take half of it just by virtue of blood ties."

"I have to act, I have to yield, I have to proceed cautiously step by step."

Every word is a bombshell.

Si Ningyou's legs went weak, and she collapsed onto the sofa.

Seeing her fascinating expressions, Si Yimian continued to throw out her trump card.

"The recording only proves you're a chatterbox, so I have something else to say."

She pulled a thick stack of brown paper envelopes from her bag.

"Sister, do you remember how I got lost when I was five years old?"

Upon hearing this, Si Ningyou's heart clenched.

"Everyone thought I ran away from my aunt's house because I was playing, but I remember it very clearly."

Si Yimian raised her eyes and her gaze fell on Si Ningyou's face.

"You led me to that bread truck by the roadside."

"Tell me, 'I'm going to play a game with you. You hide and ask your aunt to come and find you.'"

"Then let go of my hand and let me get in the car."

"You smiled the moment the car door closed."

Ruan Qiutang suddenly covered her mouth, letting out a suppressed sob.

Si Congshan stood there, as if he had been hit on the back with a stick.

Si Ningyou's lips began to tremble, her fingers gripping the sofa armrests tightly, her knuckles white as bones.

"You...you're talking nonsense..."

The voice is no longer a normal human tone.

"How could you possibly remember something that happened when you were five years old!"

Si Yimian snorted coldly.

"I could remember the way home and my parents' faces when I was five, and I could find my way back by myself when I was fifteen."

"Do you think I wouldn't remember who helped me into the car?"

She placed the stack of envelopes on the coffee table and tapped them with her finger.

Make sure everyone can see the red official seal printed on the cover.

"I haven't said anything because I only have memories, not evidence."

"The memories of a five-year-old child are barely enough to be used as supporting evidence in court, and in the end, it turned into a farce in which I wronged an innocent person."

"So I went to the police and provided all the information I could remember."

"We were lucky; the police followed the clues and arrested him in Yunnan two weeks ago."

"He gave a very detailed and thorough account in order to get a reduced sentence."

She reached out and pushed the envelope forward.

"This statement was given by him personally."

Si Ningyou stared at the envelope, feeling as if she had fallen into an ice cave.

She looked up at Si Yimian, her eyes revealing genuine fear and shock for the first time.

The expression on his face changed from fear to despair and emptiness.

All her excuses, fallback plans, and pretexts were blocked at this moment.