213: A scum and a horrible woman

A scum and a horrible woman

Qin Yan didn't continue speaking. She caught sight of a man in a suit striding towards them.

He was wearing an expensive tailor-made suit, which had been pressed meticulously. His features were deep and gentle, giving off a strong aura. He was noble and elegant, but one would falter at the sight of him.

There were too many people walking around the mall. They turned their heads discreetly and gave a hurried glance, but nobody stopped. Even admiring that man seemed to be a luxury.

Qiao Qing shook her head. This man was indeed one of a kind. But he did arrive rather quickly.

Qin Yan strode towards the man, "Why are you here?"

Xi Ting lowered his head to gaze at Qin Yan's beautiful face, which was vastly different from the dominant and aloof girl on his screen earlier on.

Raising his hand, his warm palm landed on top of her head. "Are you hurt?"

Qin Yan's heart skipped a beat and the expression on her face softened, "No, why would I be hurt?"

Xi Ting grinned and said, "Right now, you should throw yourself into my embrace and complain about the grievances you've suffered today. Or perhaps, you should think of ways to please me."

"Why?" asked Qin Yan instinctively.

"That way, I'd have a reason to back you up and destroy everyone who bullies you."

Qiao Qing tried to minimize her presence as far as possible.

Qin Yan raised an eyebrow and replied, "You prefer that? I think Qin Muran is better at doing all that you've mentioned…"

"That kind of woman is more suitable to be a scum."

Xi Ting then wrapped his arm around Qin Yan's waist and pulled her into his embrace.

His deep and husky voice sounded again. "Don't compare yourself with her. You're insulting yourself and me."

Both Qin Yan and Qiao Qing were speechless…

Both of them understood what Xi Ting meant.

A scum and a horrible woman.

Different species could not be compared together.

Qin Yan chuckled happily at Xi Ting's words, "You helped me anyway. Your card, the lawyer you arranged for me, General Manager Qi, and the manager's husband and 'mistress'. It was all arranged by you."

Xi Ting lowered his head and smiled at her before saying, "In that case, have you thought of rewarding me?"

"I'll cook dinner for you."

"Dinner is not enough for my help. You should think of something else.."

"I see…"

Qin Yan seemed to agree with Xi Ting's words and started pondering seriously.

"Qin Yan, I think I should leave.." Qiao Qing said timidly.

Qin Yan tried to break free from Xi Ting, but he didn't let go of her. Qin Yan glared at Xi Ting but he still did not let go.

Qin Yan felt helpless, "Okay, be careful then."

Xi Ting brought Qin Yan to his car, "Get in!"

"Where are we going?"

"Home."

*

In the mall, Qin Muran pulled out her phone and walked to the side as she called a number.

"Hello, Brother, can you come to pick me up? Huhu, I don't want to stay here anymore. Please…"

She then apologized to her friends and left. Yang Lin and Mu Yuyin both were in an angry mood, but when they saw Qin Muran crying pitifully, their displeasure was immediately replaced by heartache.

Outside the mall.

Qin Mufeng approached. "Muran, what's wrong?"

He had arrived quickly as he was in the area of the mall only. Seeing Qin Muran's state, he was shocked.

"Huhu, Gege…"

Without explaining anything, Qin Muran pounced into his arms and bawled her eyes out.

Qin Mufeng was slightly stunned. His hands froze in midair, and it took a while before he patted her on the back to see if she was okay.

He sighed. "Don't cry. Were you bullied?"

When she heard this, Qin Muran cried even harder.

Qin Mufeng wasn't good at comforting people. He furrowed his brows as his eyes almost overflowed with worry.

"Did someone bully you? Don't be afraid, tell me and I will get justice for you."

"It was Qin Yan," Qin Muran sobbed pitifully.

"Yan Yan? Was she here as well? Is she okay?" Qin Mufeng fired a range of questions to Qin Muran.

At first, Qin Muran felt comforted. But when she heard Qin Mufeng worrying about Qin Yan, her anger immediately exploded, "Yan Yan! Yan Yan! Is she your only sister?"

Qin Muran lifted her head and looked at Qin Mufeng angrily. "When are you going to give me some attention as well. I also get unhappy and upset! She bullied me but you are still worried about her!"

Qin Mufeng looked into her eyes and saw extreme anger.

His hand froze just as it was about to pat her on the head and he slowly lowered it, "Muran, most of your unhappiness originates from Yan Yan. Perhaps you should try and accept here. That might make things easier," Qin Mufeng said.

"Tch, accept her?" Qin Muran bit her lip, refusing to bow down. "Impossible!"

How could she accept Qin Yan. Since childhood, she had always wanted Qin Yan to be in dust so that she could shine. Now that Qin Yan was out of her control, how could she accept this? How could she see Qin Yan having a better life than her!

"Muran, both of you are my sisters." Qin Mufeng sighed. He couldn't understand. Qin Muran already received love from his parents, yet she was so possessive that she wouldn't allow him to give Qin Yan a little more attention.

Was female jealousy this strong?

"Then do you know how Qin Yan treated me today?"

Qin Muran cried and pushed aside her bangs to reveal her forehead. There were bruises on her forehead, "She pulled on my hair and forced me to kneel in front of her! Not only kneel, she forced me to kowtow in front of her! She also humiliated Yang Lin and Mu Yuyin because they were siding with me. Everyone in the mall saw it. Do you know how that felt?"

Qin Mufeng was shocked to discover that he felt quite indifferent when he heard these complaints. He was like an observer that stood idly by as she made a fuss.

He grew up with Qin Muran, but even now, he did not understand her. She seemed to be unconsciously complaining, but the truth was, she secretly analyzed his gaze from the corner of her eyes.

"Stop crying for now," he patted her on the shoulder comfortingly. "Why did Yan Yan do that to you? Can you tell me the reason? If she's really wrong, I will definitely side with you."2

Qin Muran's back stiffened and she stopped crying in disbelief. She opened her eyes wide and took a couple of steps back, avoiding Qin Mufeng's comforting actions.

"You don't believe me?"

"I simply want to know what happened," Qin Mufeng replied.

"I don't want to talk about it. Did you consider my feelings when you asked this?" Qin Muran's voice was cold as she wiped her tears and opened the car door. "Drop me to my campus. I'm tired."

"Muran…"

Qin Mufeng furrowed his brows. He was a little frustrated when he saw that she refused to communicate with him.

As the car turned onto the asphalt road, Qin Mufeng handed Qin Muran a tissue. "Wipe your face. You won't look pretty if you keep crying."

Qin Muran accepted the tissue and lowered her eyes. Hostility slowly appeared in her gaze.

"Can't you just be my brother?" she mumbled.

"Muran, stop joking." Qin Mufeng furrowed his brows. "I know a really good psychiatrist. Let me take you to see him."

"You think I'm crazy, don't you? I'm fine! Why should I see a psychiatrist?"

The girl's sharp voice resounded inside the car. During this time, she had suffered so much while Qin Yan's life had been improving by the day! Qin Muran was about to lose her mind and her heart was a mess. She wasn't about to let Qin Yan steal everything from her!

"That's not what I meant. I simply think you're giving yourself too much stress." Qin Mufeng undid his tie. He had no idea how to explain this to her.

"I'm not sick! I won't see a psychiatrist!"

Qin Muran turned her head and looked out the window angrily.

She dug her nails into her palms, leaving red crescent moon marks on her hands.

If he couldn't be her brother alone, then he should just disappear!

She was not sharing his love!

"Muran, be careful!"

Just as she thought this, the car abruptly veered to the side. Qin Muran stared ahead in shock, her pupils constricting.

A big truck had lost control and was flying toward them.

At that moment, Qin Mufeng used all his strength to turn the steering wheel, facing the driver's seat into the line of impact.

Qin Muran was wrapped up by a pair of arms. She blinked her eyes in a daze as something sounded beside her ear.

Drip drop, drip drop, drip drop…

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