CHAPTER 115: CHAPTER 115: MO YINHE DEALS A FATAL BLOW TO SONG PIANLAN 1

Why did Mo Yinhe treat Si Mingjing so tenderly?

Song Pianlan had always seen Mo Yinhe as someone superior and unapproachable, someone to be admired from a distance but never reached. His coldness radiated from deep within his bones.

She had only seen such a tender side of Mo Yinhe five years ago. He was a man cold to others but gentle to Miss Bai to the core, and this image had ensnared Song Pianlan, making her unable to extricate herself as if under a spell.

Despite her efforts over five years, in Mo Yinhe’s eyes, she was less than a weed by the roadside; he never cast his gaze upon her.

She thought it was okay, that Mo Yinhe looked down upon not only her but also all the women in the world except Miss Bai. One day, as long as she could stand by his side, she would be content.

She never dared to hope that Mo Yinhe could give her a shred of his tenderness, but why, why did Si Mingjing get to enjoy it?

Counting on her fingers, Si Mingjing had been on Earth for no more than ten days!

Only ten days, yet how did she do it?!

Was it just because Si Mingjing saved Ye Nianbai?

Was it because Si Mingjing can now treat Mo Yinhe’s illness?

She could do that too!

She had worked hard learning medicine for no one but Mo Yinhe, hadn’t she?

Si Mingjing took a step forward, walking up to the jealousy-consumed Song Pianlan. She regarded her with narrowed, mocking eyes.

"Auntie, didn’t I tell you? If you wanted help, you could have come to me. My pleading for you would have been more effective than you running away, right? Look at this mess. Caught red-handed by Mo Yinhe’s people, how can I even plead for you now?"

With a piercing scream, Song Pianlan lashed out, "Si Mingjing, don’t get too smug! From now on, it’s you or me!"

"Don’t make such dire pronouncements," Si Mingjing said. "Are you trying to force me to kill you?"

Any sensible person would know to hold back when at a disadvantage. Did Song Pianlan have a hole in her brain to speak so boldly?

However, seeing the soul-piercing hatred in Song Pianlan’s eyes, Si Mingjing felt a pang of regret. It seemed unlikely she could pry any useful information from her.

Si Mingjing turned around and looked towards the elegantly poised man under the moonlight. "Mr. Mo, I wish to learn the cause of my mother’s death from her. Do your subordinates have any interrogation methods that can help make her talk?"

With a gesture from Mo Yinhe, Fengjue understood immediately.

Fengjue bowed respectfully. "Miss Si, what would you like to ask?"

Si Mingjing said, "I want to know how my mother became a murderer. Song Pianlan testified in court, saying she witnessed my mother committing murder. I want to know with which eye she saw it."

Fengjue nodded. "Miss Si, give me ten minutes."

"Good." She liked people who were efficient.

Mo Yinhe noticed a 24-hour convenience store across the street. He took her hand and led her toward it.

"Come with me to buy some things. By the time we get back, she should have talked. Are you hungry?"

"I’m a bit peckish, actually."

At the Song residence, she had only eaten a token amount. Mo Yinhe’s mention of food made her realize she was indeed quite hungry.

But this man, couldn’t he just walk properly?

Did he have to hold her hand?

She wasn’t a three-year-old child who couldn’t cross the street by herself.

Si Mingjing subtly tried to withdraw her wrist, but Mo Yinhe wouldn’t allow it. He held her hand firmly, giving her no chance to pull away.

He led her all the way into the convenience store. Only then did his broad, warm palm release her delicate hand. His voice was low and magnetic as he said, "See what you like to eat. My treat."

He first grabbed a milk tea and placed it on the counter. Then, he said to the female cashier who was watching TV, "Ma’am, my wife is a bit cold. Could you please prepare this for her?"

Si Mingjing’s eye twitched. What nonsense was this man spouting!

Once they were inside the store and out of the cashier’s line of sight, Si Mingjing muttered, "Who’s your wife? Stop talking nonsense!"

Mo Yinhe chuckled. "Of course, it’s you, Mingjing. It’s no use denying it. I know this in my heart."

He reached out and gently tousled her hair.

Si Mingjing gritted her teeth. "!!!"

Two slanted, coral-shaped Dragon Horns suddenly sprouted from her forehead. They shone with a crystalline luster and looked incredibly adorable.

Those dark phoenix eyes also began to shimmer with brilliant golden hues, as if flames were rising from within...

Three words flashed through Mo Yinhe’s mind: ’Ruffled-Feather Dragon.’

He laughed heartily. "Baby, why are you so cute? Every time you get huffy, you pop out Dragon Horns for me to see."

Si Mingjing was momentarily stunned.

She quickly reached out and pressed the two Dragon Horns down forcefully.

"Don’t press them; they’re very cute."

Mo Yinhe smiled knowingly. He reached out and pinched the Dragon Horn on Si Mingjing’s left forehead.

It had a good feel to it, so he pinched it again.

Instantly, it felt as if an electric current coursed through her. Si Mingjing’s reaction was even more adorable: her ears turned bright red.

Si Mingjing forcefully slapped Mo Yinhe’s hand away.

"Stop touching them!"

Si Mingjing quickly pressed them down again. Not wanting to talk to him any longer, she turned to the shelves and focused on selecting snacks.

She picked out a lot of snacks she liked.

When Mo Yinhe went to pay, the cashier had already prepared the milk tea. Mo Yinhe handed the drink to his Ruffled-Feather Dragon and walked out of the convenience store carrying a large bag of snacks.

The night breeze blew from the north. Mo Yinhe stepped around to her north side, his tall and upright figure like a towering mountain, shielding her from the biting cold wind.

Si Mingjing noticed his subtle gesture of protection. A warmth spread through her heart, and she couldn’t help but think that if this man weren’t treating her as a substitute, he would truly be irresistible to women.

No wonder Song Pianlan was so enchanted by him.

Song Pianran really had good taste; it was a pity her charm didn’t match her discernment.

Si Mingjing couldn’t help but wonder what kind of woman Xiaobai’s mother had been to capture Mo Yinhe’s heart.

By the time they walked back to the intersection side by side, Fengjue had already made Song Pianlan talk.

It was unclear what interrogation methods Fengjue had used. Outwardly, Song Pianlan showed no change, but her eyes were shattered, as if she had endured the world’s most terrifying torture. All her arrogant airs had vanished, blown away by the wind, leaving only a trembling figure huddled in the cold breeze.

Fengjue said, "Miss Si, Song Pianlan has confessed. Your mother didn’t kill anyone. The real murderer is a woman who looks exactly like your mother."

Si Mingjing’s fingers gripping the milk tea tensed suddenly. "Exactly alike?"

Fengjue said, "Everyone knows Old Master Song is a skilled physician, but few know he is also a master of plastic surgery. Song Pianlan confessed that Old Master Song surgically altered someone to look exactly like your mother. The one who actually committed the murder was that woman.

That woman was also a victim, merely a tool used to frame your mother. Once she had served her purpose, she was eliminated without a trace. Now, her ashes have been scattered into a great river."