Volume One, Chapter 17: A Sister Will Never Fall in Love with Her Brother

That slap was not light at all. With the injuries already on Shen Wuyang’s face, a sharp pain radiated across her skin, causing her mind to momentarily blank out from the intensity.

She clutched her face and writhed on the bed, wailing in agony.

Jiang Yihuan sneered, “Why are you crying so loudly? This is a hospital. How can you make such a racket in the middle of the night and disturb everyone’s rest? No wonder you’re the child of a mistress—completely lacking in manners.”

Shen Qiming’s face darkened with anger. He raised his hand to strike Jiang Yihuan but was stopped when Zhou Jingmo grabbed his wrist.

Zhou Jingmo looked at him coldly. “You want to hit her again?”

Shen Qiming was blinded by rage and paid no mind to Zhou Jingmo’s presence.

He growled, “This rebellious brat is insolent and disrespectful, assaulting elders and sisters alike. How can I not teach her a lesson?”

Zhou Jingmo smiled with refined elegance. “It’s just sisters bickering and fighting—such a common thing. Uncle Shen, hitting someone seems a bit over the top.”

“Sisters bickering? Do you think I’m blind? She nearly killed Wuyang!”

“She’s not dead yet, is she? Besides, how could Yihuan kill anyone? She’s the most obedient one. This is just sisterly quarrels. Uncle Shen, just say a few words to educate her.”

Shen Qiming’s anger flared even more, his voice thunderous, “Obedient? She scratched Wuyang’s face and broke Zhaohua’s leg. Is that obedient?”

Zhou Jingmo raised an eyebrow lightly, a slight curve of amusement on his lips, and deftly turned the argument, “That’s strange. My sister trembles even when swatting mosquitoes; she closes her eyes at the sight of blood and avoids any conflict. If such a gentle person has been driven to fight by this mother and daughter, then clearly they must have done something to upset her.”

After Zhou Jingmo spoke, Shen Qiming was so furious he could barely catch his breath, unable to retort.

Jiang Yihuan looked at Zhou Jingmo with meaning in her eyes and couldn’t help but laugh aloud.

She had never seen anyone so skilled at twisting the truth.

Shen Wuyang’s pain gradually eased. She threw off the blanket and lunged at Jiang Yihuan like a demon. “You bitch—I’ll fight you to the death!”

She was incredibly fast, but just as she reached Jiang Yihuan, she was slapped again.

She screamed and fell by Lin Zhaohua’s bedside, her face facing the bouquet of white chrysanthemums and the funeral couplet. Her eyes burned with hatred.

Shen Qiming hurried forward to support Shen Wuyang, fuming, “Jiang Yihuan!”

Jiang Yihuan smiled at Shen Qiming. “See, you can’t blame me. She was the one who charged at me first.”

The pain in Shen Wuyang’s face intensified. Holding her cheek, she trembled all over. Through gritted teeth, she said each word with venom: “I won’t let you off, Jiang Yihuan. I will never let you off!”

Seeing the blood seeping through the gauze on Shen Wuyang’s face from anger, Jiang Yihuan’s mood was excellent.

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