An Ying

Chapter 138: Si Mingjing Wants to Give the Song Family Another Gift 1

Chapter 138: Chapter 138: Si Mingjing Wants to Give the Song Family Another Gift 1


Mo Yinhe’s breath was deep and rich, like a jar of Daughter’s Red buried for ten years—warm and mellow on the palate, with an enduring, savory aftertaste.


Si Mingjing felt both ashamed and annoyed as she struggled to push him away. "...Mo Yinhe, you... bastard!"


Si Mingjing abruptly shoved Mo Yinhe away.


She raised her hand, intent on slapping the despicable rogue.


Mo Yinhe caught her wrist as it swung towards him. Her hand was slender yet strong, with round, long fingers and distinct, appealing joints. He bent his head to kiss the back of her hand.


Si Mingjing’s cheeks turned even redder, and she tried to pull her hand back.


Mo Yinhe wouldn’t let her, arrogantly grasping her palm.


His own palms were broad and long, covered with a thin layer of calluses, their rough texture chafing against her delicate fingers.


Her body tingled as if electrified; a wave of tingling numbness washed over Si Mingjing.


She was mortified by her body’s reaction. Why didn’t her heart reject him at all?


Mo Yinhe didn’t miss the shyness in her eyes. He chuckled softly. "Mingjing, your body is much more honest than your mouth."


Si Mingjing forcefully turned her head away, refusing to meet his gaze.


"Mingjing," he said, "I’ll give you time. Sort out your feelings, and you’ll discover that I am the Demon King in your heart."


Si Mingjing wished she could crawl into a hole. "If you touch me again, I will immediately leave your house and stop treating you!"


Afraid she was serious, Mo Yinhe promptly released her hand.


He rose to his feet and staggered away, his steps treading on the silver moonlight that carpeted the floor as he left her small building.


He was probably in an extremely good mood because he’d successfully stolen a kiss!


Si Mingjing quickly returned to her bedroom, bolted the door, and rushed into the washroom to fiercely splash water on her face.


Above the marble washstand hung a mirror. Si Mingjing saw her reflection: flushed like a blossoming rose, radiant and enchanting.


She was frustrated, her heart fluttering, as she fiercely wiped her mouth.


Damn it, this was her real first kiss! The previous times, when he’d stolen a kiss while she was transformed into a Little Dragon, didn’t count.


She grabbed the toothpaste and electric toothbrush and vigorously brushed her teeth.


But even after brushing, the taste of Mo Yinhe seemed to linger in her mouth, impossible to dispel.


This man was truly despicable!


Could he really be the Demon King in her mind?


He’d kissed her like that, and the Demon King in her heart hadn’t even come out to protest...


In the past, the Demon King in her heart would have been rampaging with a ten-meter-long sword by now!


My god, the more she thought about it, the more her scalp tingled.


Si Mingjing took a long, hard shower and climbed into bed.


But no matter how she tossed and turned, she couldn’t fall asleep.


Her mind was full of Mo Yinhe’s words.


The paternity test results were already out, so why was her heart in such turmoil?


「...」


This night was also tough for Song’s mother.


Song’s father was simply furious.


Even though Song’s mother explained that she only wanted to hire a male model to deal with Si Mingjing, Song’s father’s anger couldn’t be quelled!


Because in the eyes of others, he was the one who had been cuckolded!


Everyone would laugh at him behind his back!


And he couldn’t very well explain to the public that his wife hadn’t been soliciting a prostitute but had instead tried to hire a male model to frame her own granddaughter!


Song’s mother was beaten black and blue by Song’s father. In the end, it was Song Tengfei who managed to stop him; otherwise, Song’s father would have beaten her to death.


Song’s mother felt a heart-piercing pain.


The entire villa echoed with her curses and wails.


"It’s all Si Mingjing’s fault, that little bitch! She and her mother, neither of them is any good!"


Song’s mother was consumed by hatred.


When her son married a city girl, Song’s mother never had the chance to put on airs as a mother-in-law in front of Si Yao; on the contrary, she always felt inferior.


After years of being a subservient daughter-in-law, she had finally become a mother-in-law, thinking she could finally lord it over her own daughter-in-law. But Si Yao was the precious daughter of a wealthy family. Not only did Si Yao refuse to marry into the Song Family, but she also demanded that her only son marry into the Si Family. Song’s mother had been deeply dissatisfied from the very beginning!


Now Si Yao was dead, and her daughter had returned, causing Pianlan’s death, and was now coming for her!


What kind of terrible karma was this?


"Mom, no matter what, Mingjing is still your granddaughter," Fang Jing said. "There’s no need to make such a fuss. After all your commotion today, Mingjing didn’t suffer any loss. In fact, you even forced Tengfei to let her inherit the estate her mother left behind. Why bother with all this?"


Thinking about how her husband had allowed Si Mingjing to inherit the estate, Fang Jing felt a fire of resentment burning inside her.


But she couldn’t vent her anger on her husband.


She could only resort to whispering insidious suggestions in her mother-in-law’s ear.


That huge inheritance should have gone to her children! Now Si Mingjing had taken it, all because her mother-in-law was incompetent and only knew how to mess things up!


Fang Jing wished her father-in-law had whipped her mother-in-law a few more times.



However, Fang Jing was adept at keeping up appearances. Though inwardly seething and gnashing her teeth, she applied ointment to Song’s mother’s wounds with a concerned expression, playing the part of an exemplary daughter-in-law.


"What? Tengfei’s crazy! Why would he give that little bitch the inheritance?" Song’s mother was so angry she was on the verge of losing her mind.


"Mom, she’s a vicious spirit from Prison Star, returned to avenge her mother. You and Pianlan both underestimated her, which is why you’ve been repeatedly defeated by her!"


Fang Jing didn’t act herself but instead incited Song’s mother, hoping to turn her into a weapon she could wield.


Song’s mother thought of Pianlan’s tragic death and her own injuries, and tears streamed down her face.


She wanted revenge but was at a complete loss.


"My dear daughter-in-law, what should I do now? How can I avenge Pianlan? You have to come up with a plan for me. I must ensure that little bitch is doomed beyond redemption!"


To this day, Song’s mother still didn’t know who had truly killed Song Pianlan; she was relying on her daughter-in-law for ideas.


Fang Jing leaned in and whispered into Song’s mother’s ear, "Mom, New Year’s Day is in a few days, and Tiantian’s kindergarten is having a parent-child event. Mingjing is close with that child from the Ye Family, so she’ll definitely go. We could..."


Song’s mother’s eyes lit up. "Fang Jing, I knew you were my good daughter-in-law! That’s what we’ll do. I stumbled this time because I underestimated her. Next time, I’ll make sure that little bitch is utterly destroyed."


Late that night, someone from the Song Family called Si Mingjing.


They said that Song’s mother and Fang Jing had been plotting something.


"Miss Si, I was too far away to hear clearly what they were planning, but you must be careful. Don’t let them harm you."


Si Mingjing remained calm and composed.


"Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing."


Song’s mother was not to be feared.


Si Mingjing didn’t even consider Song’s mother a worthy opponent. However, if Song’s mother insisted on courting disaster, then she wouldn’t hesitate to be merciless.


She had been wondering how to get her revenge.


She had learned from Song Pianlan that Old Master Song had forced a girl named Liang Shimu to undergo plastic surgery to look like her mother, thereby framing her mother as a murderer with no way to defend herself.


Now, her mother was dead, and Liang Shimu was dead too.


She knew the truth but had no evidence.


To clear her mother’s name, she had to make the Song Family confess their crimes themselves.


Si Mingjing had been pondering this recently.


Strike the snake at its vital point; she already had the basic outline of a plan!


Since Song’s mother was determined to walk into the line of fire, Si Mingjing didn’t mind adapting her basic plan to deal with her along the way.