âZiqi, why are you standing here? Yeâer and his father have gone out to meet with clients, they might not return until very late. I am glad you are here to keep me company, otherwise Iâd be bored to death.â Jin Lan rubbed her forehead as she descended the stairs.
Her injury had mostly healed, and she was able to stand up from the wheelchair. However, she still could not walk too fast.
Although the fire hadnât burnt Jin Lanâs face, it had destroyed most of her hair.
Out of necessity, she had to cut her hair short and curl it. It still looked fashionable, but it aged her.
Each time she saw her hair in the mirror, her resentment towards Qin Youxuan increased a little more.
âI heard from the housekeeper that you have been suffering from insomnia and nightmares recently, so I consulted a doctor. He said drinking a cup of juice before sleep helps. Try this, aunt.â Meng Ziqi poured the juice from the juicer and handed the cup to Jin Lan.
âItâs your favorite apple juice, not only does it aid sleep, it also benefits your complexion.â
âYou are so thoughtful. If Yeâer could marry you, it would truly be a blessing for our Qin family.â Looking at Meng Ziqi, who was still diligently making juice for her late in the evening, Jin Lan couldnât be more pleased.
Ever since being kidnapped, Jin Lan had been plagued by frequent insomnia and nightmares.
When she wasnât staying awake all night, she was having endless nightmares.
The doctor had stated that it was due to the significant shock she had experienced, leaving a psychological shadow that would take some time to diminish and eventually disappear.
Hearing Meng Ziqiâs concern for her health, Jin Lan was deeply moved.
She took the juice and drank it down to the last drop.
âItâs late. Itâs not safe for a girl to go home alone. Come to my room and chat with me. When Yeâer comes back, Iâll have him take you home.â After putting down the cup, Jin Lan took Meng Ziqiâs hand. She intended to go upstairs.
Meng Ziqi glimpsed at the empty cup on the table, her eyes flashing. She withdrew her hand from Jin Lanâs, âAunt, go ahead, Iâll just clean up the cup.â
âYour hands arenât made for menial work like this. If your parents found out, theyâd say the Qin family is treating guests poorly. Let the servants deal with it tomorrow morning.â Jin Lan looked at her empty palm. After a moment of surprise, she chided gently.
ââ¦Itâs only washing a cup, itâs not hard. I feel embarrassed always troubling the housekeeper.â As Meng Ziqi spoke, she lowered her head obediently.
âSuch a sweet child you are, but you might be taken advantage of. Alright, I wonât force it. Iâll wait for you upstairs.â As Jin Lanâs waist hadnât fully recovered, she couldnât stand for too long. She held her waist and left first.
Meng Ziqi quickly grabbed the cup and rinsed it thoroughly under the faucet.
She washed the juicer as well. She shook her hand, sweating profusely from the tension.
She leaned on the bathroom sink, panting.
Her beautifully made up eyes gleamed with a hint of viciousness. She murmured to herself, âQin Youxuan, you forced me to this. Donât blame meâ¦â
The night grew darker.
The clock was nearing ten, but Qin Mo and Jin Chenye had not returned.
The door to the master bedroom was slowly pulled open.
In the dim light, Jin Lan, with her hair loose and wearing slippers, stepped out of the room.
âQin Youxuanâ¦â
Her vacant eyes stared straight ahead, uttering a name under her breath as she walked towards Qin Youxuanâs room.
Her movements were stiff, like a robot.
Behind her, Meng Ziqi balled her hands into fists, her eyes gleaming dangerously.
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