CHAPTER 114: CHAPTER 114: SHOWER MINGJING WITH UNCONDITIONAL LOVE IN FRONT OF SONG PIANLAN 2

That’s right, if Mo Yinhe finds out that the death of his beloved Miss Bai was orchestrated by the Huo Family, the Huo Family is finished! So, the Huo Family will definitely help me.Although to this day, Song Pianlan and even the entire Song Family do not know why the Huo Family wanted to deal with Miss Bai—why not strike against Miss Bai herself, but rather target Si Yao?But of one thing Song Pianlan was absolutely confident: the Huo Family had a vulnerability, and the Song Family held the leverage!The Huo Family was the mastermind behind Si Yao becoming a murderer; the Song Family were merely the executors.They were all in the same boat. If they didn’t help her leave and she confessed everything she knew, then no one would escape!

The car stopped by the roadside. Old Master Song and the driver both got out, with Old Master Song standing outside waving. "Go quickly. Once you reach a safe place, send word to your grandfather every three to five months to let him know you’re safe."

Song Pianlan waved to Old Master Song from the car, then drove herself to the Huo Family’s residence. Her grandfather’s guidance gradually brightened her mood.

Si Mingjing, just wait for me to make a comeback! When I do, I’ll make you look even more like a beaten dog than I do today! Song Pianlan couldn’t help but burst out laughing as she fantasized about the wretched, pitiful state Si Mingjing would be in once she was through with her. Now, only by fantasizing about Si Mingjing’s misery could she feel that rush of satisfaction!She needed this thrill to fuel her journey ahead!

Song Pianlan was completely unaware that several cars had already caught up with her, treating her as prey they refused to let go of. By the time she realized it, she was already at a crossroads. In the dead of night at the crossroads, the traffic lights were off; only a yellow light was active, indicating free passage. But as Song Pianlan’s car reached the middle of the crossroads, cars blocked her on all four roads. The scene was like something out of a cops-and-robbers movie. Then, amidst the near silence, came the muffled pops of silenced handguns puncturing her tires. The car Song Pianlan was in suddenly skidded, out of control. Song Pianlan’s body, due to inertia, was thrown uncontrollably to one side. Then, with a loud BANG, the car struck the railing of a flowerbed and flipped over. Song Pianlan was terrified. The airbag deployed with a sudden force, saving her life. But moments later, she was dragged out of the car by several guards, a cornered beast.

「Three minutes later.」

Mo Yinhe’s car slowly stopped in the middle of the crossroads. The car door opened, and Mo Yinhe strode out. Then, like the most elegant gentleman under the moonlight, he opened the passenger door for Si Mingjing.

"Your Excellency, we’ve captured her," Fengjue stepped forward to report.

Si Mingjing saw Song Pianlan pinned to the ground by several guards. Her hair was a mess, a slight abrasion marked her forehead, and she looked utterly wretched.

"Auntie, how did you get yourself into such a pathetic state?"

Si Mingjing’s words were practically asking for a beating, a clear case of rubbing salt in the wound.

The dozen or so guards standing nearby looked at Si Mingjing, their gazes tinged with complex emotions. A few days ago, Fengjue had mentioned to a dozen or so guards at the dinner table that His Excellency now treated Miss Si as if she were the Crown Princess Consort. Fengjue had even specifically asked for everyone’s opinion. Everyone felt it was unlikely. As a result, they secretly started a betting pool, wagering on whether or not Si Mingjing was really the Crown Princess Consort. No one bet she was. But at this moment, her tone, her air... it was exactly as if the Crown Princess Consort herself had possessed her. Surely this wasn’t just their imagination?

"Si Mingjing, it’s you again!" With her hair disheveled, Song Pianlan tried to struggle up, but someone pressed down on her shoulders, forcing her to remain humiliatingly sprawled and helpless before Si Mingjing.

Then, she saw Mo Yinhe. Under the moonlight, he was a strikingly handsome, tall, and distinguished man. Song Pianlan’s sense of shame intensified. To be sprawled so wretchedly before the man she admired—it felt worse than death. But something that would make her feel even worse was yet to come.

Mo Yinhe took a cloak from the trunk. Tall and imposing, he walked over to stand behind Si Mingjing and draped the cloak over her shoulders, his movements as gentle as moonlight. Song Pianlan thought she was seeing things. Si Mingjing tried to remove the cloak, but Mo Yinhe wouldn’t allow it. With a hint of assertiveness, he moved from behind her to stand in front, his slender fingers taking the cloak’s ties and fastening them into an exquisite bow at her chest.

He said, "The night wind is strong, don’t catch a cold." His voice was gentle but brooked no argument. He clearly appeared to be an assertive man.

Si Mingjing didn’t want to rebuff his kind gesture, so she ambiguously murmured, "Thank you."

Song Pianlan couldn’t hear their quiet exchange, but she wasn’t blind. Jealousy burned so intensely within her it felt like her eyes would pop out.