Chapter 232: Chapter 232: She Also Needs to Uphold Mo Yinhe’s Dignity! 1
Don’t let them think that just because she, Si Mingjing, came from Prison Star without any background, she’s easy to bully—that crushing her is as easy as crushing an ant! She’s not that easy to bully!
「Then, they returned to the Ye Family estate.」
As soon as they got out of the car, Mo Yinhe was called away. Before he left, he told her to go to Old Madam Ye’s and have chicken soup.
Mo Yinhe said, "Grandma has stewed chicken soup for you. It’s from two chickens she has been raising for several years, letting them roam freely in the estate. She was never willing to kill them. Qinghan’s wife gave birth to a healthy baby boy a few days ago, so Grandma killed one to nourish her. The other one is reserved for you; no one else is allowed to have any."
Even Ye Siyuan wanted some, but Old Madam Ye said there was none!
Si Mingjing smiled and nodded. "Alright, I’ll go try it."
After Mo Yinhe got out of the car, he asked Fengjue to drive Si Mingjing to Old Madam Ye’s place. It was only a few steps away, but Mo Yinhe couldn’t bear to let her walk and wanted Fengjue to take her.
Fengjue nodded.
After the car drove off, Fengjue asked curiously, "Miss Si, what kind of grand gift are you planning to send Qu Gaoyang? His Excellency has already reorganized the troops and has declared that unless Qu Gaoyang cuts off his own arm to apologize to you, his army will press on, and the battlefield will bear witness!"
"What? Wouldn’t that play right into Qu Gaoyang’s hands?" Si Mingjing knew the international situation in the Undersea World. The other three nations would love to find a pretext to incite war and then collectively attack Atlantis, claiming righteousness on their side.
"You’re His Excellency’s woman. You were almost killed, and His Excellency simply cannot let this go unaddressed. Otherwise, he’d be too easy to bully! The Queen and His Excellency’s father have both expressed their support! They’ve taken a firm stance, demanding Qu Gaoyang cut off his arm and apologize to you, and have already issued a diplomatic ultimatum."
However, Si Mingjing felt this was inappropriate. "Qu Gaoyang would never agree to that. War is costly and devastating; I must stop Mo Yinhe!"
Fengjue said, "Miss Si, please remain calm. It may not necessarily lead to actual combat. Issuing a diplomatic ultimatum demanding Qu Gaoyang cut off an arm is just His Excellency’s public stance. How could merely cutting off an arm quell His Excellency’s fury? His Excellency has enough incriminating material on Qu Gaoyang to destabilize his position. He has already dispatched people to Gendaya to operate, inciting the other princes of Gendaya Country to overthrow Qu Gaoyang. He’s applying a two-pronged approach. Rest assured, His Excellency will certainly not let Qu Gaoyang off easily."
Si Mingjing remained unconvinced. What if it really came to war...
"Miss Si, we’ve arrived."
After Si Mingjing got out of the car, she was still pondering this issue.
In the Ye Family estate, Old Madam Ye had already stewed a pot of chicken soup for her. As soon as she entered the house, Old Madam Ye called her over to drink the chicken soup, insisting on nourishing her properly.
Si Mingjing sat in the dining room of the villa where Old Madam Ye resided and drank two small bowls of chicken soup. Old Madam Ye wanted to serve her more, but Si Mingjing shook her head, unable to drink any more. However, the chicken soup Old Madam Ye made was truly delicious—rich in aroma and very appetizing.
"You’ve lost so much weight." Old Madam Ye said, her heart aching for her.
"It’s alright, Old Madam Ye. Getting sick occasionally isn’t bad for one’s health; I’ve almost recovered now. Besides, being a bit thinner looks even better."
Old Madam Ye took her hand. "Nonsense. Who ever said getting sick is a good thing?"
"Getting sick occasionally can reinvigorate the body’s immune system and enhance its immunity."
Old Madam Ye was amused by her. "You child, you always know how to charm an old lady like me. I’ve told Yinhe that from now on, when you go out, we’ll assign more people to protect you. We’ll also provide you with a car, so no more taking taxis—it’s frightening just to think about it! But don’t worry, we will seek justice for you in this matter. Yinhe’s parents have said it: you won’t suffer for nothing. We will make sure to get you the justice you deserve."
"Mm."
She really didn’t dare take a taxi again; it had left her traumatized. However, she didn’t want Mo Yinhe to wage war just to seek justice for her, giving the other three nations an excuse to attack him together.
After sitting in Old Madam Ye’s room for half an hour, Si Mingjing became restless. Preoccupied with the issue, she immediately called Yang Wanling upon leaving.
Yang Wanling, who couldn’t bear the humiliation and had attempted suicide by slitting her wrists, found her public image untarnished after the truth of her case came out. Yet, she was shelved by her talent agency. Behind this were the actions of both Qu Gaoyang and Ye Siyuan. Qu Gaoyang would never let Yang Wanling, who had turned against him, get away with it. Nor would Ye Siyuan forgive the accomplice who conspired with Qu Gaoyang to harm Ye Shen. So, although Yang Wanling’s image remained intact, her life was very difficult. She lived every day in fear and trepidation.
At this moment, she received a call from Si Mingjing. It was as if she had grasped the last straw; Yang Wanling poured out her grievances over the phone.
"Miss Si, you promised that if I revealed the truth about my brother setting up Ye Shen at the Four Nations Summit, you would ensure my safety. But do you know I haven’t dared to sleep for nights?" Yang Wanling had recently felt as if someone was following her, and she suspected they were sent by her brother, Qu Gaoyang. "I ruined my brother’s plans; he’ll definitely kill me! What should I do?" Yang Wanling cried on the phone, like a bird startled by the mere twang of a bowstring.
"Every night after midnight, someone rings my doorbell—sometimes at one in the morning, sometimes at three, sometimes at four. I don’t dare sleep at night! It must be my brother sending people to do this. He just wants me to live in constant fear and dread, a life worse than death!"
Si Mingjing could guess Yang Wanling’s predicament. She said, "I called to help you. Let’s meet. Come to the Ye Family estate to see me."
"The Ye Family estate? I daren’t." Yang Wanling was afraid the Ye Family would tear her to pieces.
"Then you might as well continue to suffer your brother’s psychological torment every day." After saying that, Si Mingjing hung up.
She had no sympathy for Yang Wanling. If Yang Wanling hadn’t become greedy and tried to marry Ye Shen, she wouldn’t have been used by Qu Gaoyang. Every pitiable person has a detestable side.
However, Si Mingjing was skilled at discerning people’s hearts, and she believed Yang Wanling would definitely come. In Yang Wanling’s eyes, Si Mingjing was Mo Yinhe’s person, and Yang Wanling hoped Mo Yinhe’s power could serve as her protection.
Sure enough, two hours later, Yang Wanling drove, trembling, to the Ye Family estate. Si Mingjing had already notified the gatekeeper. When the gatekeeper saw Yang Wanling, he opened the gate and let her in.
Yang Wanling drove her car to the entrance of the small building, pulled her hat low, and hurried inside, terrified of encountering any Ye Family members along the way.
Once inside the small building, she saw Si Mingjing leisurely brewing herbal tea in the Sunlight Room, basking lazily in the sun against a tatami mat, surrounded by flowers in full bloom. Envy gnawed at Yang Wanling.
"Miss Si, couldn’t we have met at a coffee shop? You know full well how much Ye Siyuan despises me; she’d love to flay me alive if she saw me!"
"That’s the consequence of your own actions." Si Mingjing gestured for Yang Wanling to sit on the nearby armchair and brewed her a cup of herbal tea, one known for its calming and beautifying properties.
Yang Wanling was in no mood for tea. "Miss Si, you said you could help me. How do you plan to do that?"