There is a slight upward tilt at the corners of the lips.
Those phoenix eyes softened considerably, and her thin lips parted slightly, uttering a few angry words, "Little liar."
Su Qianqian didn't dare to move at all, afraid that Jiang Cuo would also remember this part.
And who knows how Jiang Cuo will process this part of the plot, in which case it might all become her fault.
"You little liar, don't even think about... taking advantage of me."
Su Qianqian remained frozen in place, not expecting Jiang Cuo to say something inexplicable again before lowering his hand, tilting his head to the side, closing his eyes, and breathing shallowly and evenly, as if he had fallen asleep again.
Su Qianqian had no choice but to sit back down in her chair, let out a long sigh of relief, and patted her heart, which had almost jumped out of her chest.
Jiang Cuo's behavior when drunk was quite bad, no wonder he was so ruthless to himself in this regard later on.
If she had to face Jiang Cuo like this every day, her little heart would probably fail.
What do you mean by "don't take advantage of her" and "even it out"?
Isn't this blatant mudslinging?
She is incredibly naive.
Su Qianqian felt that Jiang Cuo was too different today, revealing many aspects that Jiang Cuo could not usually show.
Could it be that Jiang Cuo claimed they were even because she accidentally shoved a band-aid into Jiang Cuo's mouth when she had one on her hand?
Goodness, that was so long ago?
In other words, Jiang Cuo ignored her for a while, and he kept this matter in his mind.
It's no wonder she became a formidable female villain; she started holding grudges at such a young age.
And how could she be taking advantage of her?
She was clearly forced into it.
It's all this useless system's fault, for having to issue these weird and awful tasks that make her look incredibly sleazy.
And isn't this just making things much more difficult for her?
Otherwise, based on her sincere heart alone, Jiang Cuo would have believed her long ago.
Su Qianqian grew angrier the more she thought about it, feeling wronged for being accused of taking advantage of someone.
Su Qianqian looked down at Jiang Cuo, who was sleeping soundly with a peaceful expression on his face.
Since Jiang Cuo is so confident...
Su Qianqian suddenly had a wicked thought: she might as well stick to this name. Since the blame has already been placed on her, if she doesn't do something, it would only make Jiang Cuo feel wronged.
Su Qianqian looked around and, seeing no one at the door, stealthily stretched out her hands and reached towards Jiang Cuo's cheeks. She pinched the soft flesh on both sides of Jiang Cuo's face, made a face at him, and then immediately withdrew her hands and obediently sat on the stool.
Like a child who has stolen candy, he held his chin high in the air, snorting loudly through his nostrils, beaming with pride.
That feels good.
She wanted Jiang Cuo to know how formidable she was; although Su Qianqian had a good temper, she wasn't someone to be easily bullied.
snort!
...
When Su Lian returned home from school, she opened the door to her room, looking utterly dejected.
The room was as dark as ever.
There wasn't a single light.
Since starting elementary school, Su Lian had never seen a scene like other families, where her parents would prepare a meal, the house would be lit with warm lights, and their smiling faces would greet her children after school so they could eat dinner together.
I wonder how my mother is doing in the mental hospital lately.
She hasn't received a letter from her mother for a month.
I don't know when Dad will be back tonight.
The nanny had already prepared dinner on the table, so Su Lian didn't need to do anything. However, looking at the dinner, which had no warmth or affection, Su Lian had no appetite.
He casually tossed his schoolbag onto the sofa and waited for Su Jianxiu to return.
Su Lian's mind was filled with the image of Su Qianqian glaring at her with all her might.
Su Qianqian has changed.
His way of speaking, his conduct, and his reactions to things are completely different from before.
Ever since that day when she and her father went to retrieve their villa, Su Qianqian has been completely different from before.
But Su Qianqian's current appearance seemed to possess some kind of magic, making Su Lian unable to look away.
Su Lian, filled with doubt, slowly curled up on the sofa and fell asleep.
It wasn't until after 10 p.m. that Su Lian was awakened by the sound of the door opening and saw Su Jianxiu staggering back, reeking of alcohol.
Su Lian waited specifically for Su Jianxiu to return today because it was the day her mother was supposed to write her a letter.
"Why is Daddy so late? Daddy has worked so hard. Daddy should take better care of his health. Mommy is sick, and Lian'er only has Daddy. Lian'er can't let Daddy's health get worse. I'll grow up quickly and work hard to earn money for Daddy so that Daddy can enjoy a good life as soon as possible."
Su Lian knew that to achieve her goals, she had to make people happy, because she wasn't Su Qianqian, and she couldn't just throw a tantrum and get whatever she wanted.
From a young age, Su Jianxiu told her that even if it was her father, she should be grateful to him for spending money on her.
Su Jianxiu was in a great mood because of Su Lian's adoring look.
"You are such a good daughter to your father. If your sister were even half as sensible as you, I wouldn't have to suffer like this every day."
Your mother's condition has worsened recently. Your father doesn't have much money either, so you'll have to endure some hardship these days. Make sure to give your mother the money she needs first.
Su Lian's mood improved as long as she could hear news about her mother. As long as Su Jianqiu used this screenshot, any doubts Su Lian had would be dispelled.
"Dad...is it because Mom isn't feeling well that she hasn't sent any letters? But why doesn't she have a cell phone? We can video chat with cell phones now, so we could see Mom in person."
Su Lian couldn't have thought of these things before there were cell phones, but now that there are clearly better ways to communicate, why does she still have to ask her mother to write letters?
Su Jianxiu used to say that writing letters could help control his mother's condition, but now that her condition has worsened, why doesn't he think of some more convenient ways?
Seeing Su Lian's doubts, Su Jianqiu frowned slightly, clearly getting impatient. "The cosmetics you picked out have already been sent over for your birthday. You need to study hard and be obedient. Your mother doesn't need to worry about you since she's in a mental hospital. Be good, it's so late, go to sleep."
Su Lian could only bite her lower lip and silently nod.
After Su Lian went upstairs, Su Jianxiu loosened his tie, reeking of alcohol, and walked into a storage room. He took out a box, opened it, brushed off the dust, and took out a small stack of documents with several large characters on them.
Personal accident insurance.
The insured was Su Lian's mother, but the beneficiary was only Su Jianxiu.
...
Su Qianqian stayed by Jiang Cuo's side all night, but finally couldn't hold on any longer and fell asleep with her head resting against Jiang Cuo's bedside.
The first rays of morning sunlight shone through the window into the hospital bed.
One person lay quietly asleep on the hospital bed, while another sat in a recliner with their head resting against the bedside, looking on with a sense of protectiveness even in their sleep.
A ray of sunlight shone on both of their faces, warm and inviting, making them look like a beautiful, warm-toned oil painting.
The scene was extremely heartwarming.
The top student's biological clock made Jiang Cuo wake up promptly at 6:30 in the morning.
In her previous life, Su Qianqian was a diligent working dog, so her biological clock was very distinct.
But last night she stayed up all night watching Jiang Cuo's IV drip, and following the doctor's instructions, she was afraid Jiang Cuo would wake up and vomit in the middle of the night, so she didn't dare to sleep deeply.
I'm so tired and stressed.
Jiang Cuo was still in a deep sleep in the morning. Even when he slightly opened his eyes and looked around warily, he was not awakened by Jiang Cuo's staring gaze.
After waking up, Jiang Cuo wanted to sit up immediately, but the pain all over her body made her give up the idea.
She felt a throbbing pain in the palm of her left hand. She gently lifted her hand and placed it in front of her eyes, and found a small wound. It looked like something had been stuck in the wound, but it had already been cleaned up and the small wound had begun to scab over.
Just as she was about to remain silent and let out a soft cry, she discovered a sharp pain in her mouth.
The most serious problem was her head. Her head was dizzy and her eyes were swollen. She held her head for a while before she could see the ceiling in front of her.
He knew he was in a hospital ward.
A steady breathing sound beside her caught her attention.
Su Qianqian was leaning against her pillow, her two hands folded under her face, her face turned to the side, flattening her soft oval face, her lips pouting, sleeping very sweetly.
Jiang Cuo's gaze froze, and he stood there stunned for a few seconds.
Jiang Cuo wanted to sit up, but he just silently turned over and moved his face to the side where Su Qianqian was sleeping soundly.
Jiang Cuo placed a pillow under his head, tilting his head slightly upwards to adjust the angle so he could see Su Qianqian's sleeping expression perfectly.
A fair and delicate face, a small nose, eyelashes like little butterflies, and those tightly closed eyes...
Unexpectedly, Su Qianqian looked so well-behaved when her eyes were closed.
Her round, almond-shaped eyes were wide open, yet they seemed to be telling a string of lies without batting an eye. Her eyes were mischievous and cunning; even when she was deceiving people, they would be willing to believe her.
Like a whirlpool, it makes you swirl inside and unable to escape.
Jiang Cuo's gaze lingered on Su Qianqian, finally settling on Su Qianqian's slightly pouting lips.
Su Qianqian's wound on her lower lip was extremely conspicuous, ruining the gentle beauty of the scene and attracting Jiang Cuo's attention.
When Jiang Cuo saw the swollen wound, his lower lip suddenly twitched with pain.
Her mind was like a series of fireworks exploding, with scenes playing out one after another like a TV drama playing in time.
The location of her pain below her mouth seemed somewhat similar to the red and swollen area where Su Qianqian was injured.
Jiang Cuo's gaze went blank as he drifted into memories, trying to recall what had happened yesterday.
After she drank that beverage, she staggered halfway there and was led to a dark classroom, where she met Su Qianqian. What did Su Qianqian say and do after that?
She could only see Su Qianqian's mouth opening and closing, but she couldn't hear a sound. After that, she lost all her memories.
As Jiang Cuo was swept away by a flood of memories, she couldn't help but reach out and place her index finger against Su Qianqian's wound.
He rubbed back and forth on the wound on Su Qianqian's lower lip.
But those scenes were like a dream, vague in her mind. She seemed to be able to see them clearly, but when she tried to understand each scene clearly, she couldn't grasp them. She could only vaguely remember that she seemed to have said something... frivolous?