The fine and sharp stones on the ground and the gravity of falling from high altitude made people unable to bear to think about it any longer.
Soon, a servant discovered Tong Caiwei hanging outside the fourth floor. She was so frightened that she shouted, "Come here, the young lady is about to fall from the stairs."
But it's too late.
Tong Mengqi's face showed the pleasure of revenge. She pulled away her last few fingers and said with a cruel smile, "After all, we are sisters. After you die, I will burn a wreath for you. I believe my parents will."
Nice to see you."
Tong Caiwei closed her eyes in despair.
The moment her body fell, suddenly, a strong arm grabbed her tightly.
The owner of the hand's trembling voice revealed his nervousness and fear, "Girl, hold on to me."
After being rescued, Tong Caiwei still couldn't get over the extreme fear of the moment she fell. Her whole body was limp, and she lay on Ye Fan's chest, panting.
Sweat dripped from her forehead.
If...he had arrived just one second late, she might have been shattered to pieces.
Seeing that her plan failed, Tong Mengqi collapsed on the ground.
"No, Brahman."
Tong Caiwei exclaimed and opened her eyes in fear.
Ye Fan's eyes showed a chilling look, and his voice was extremely cold, "She almost killed you."
"Send her away."
Tong Caiwei lowered her head and glanced at the person who almost took her life, with deep sadness in her eyes.
She originally had some illusions.
Now it seems that she should not have any expectations anymore.
Tong Mengqi's hatred for her... was something she couldn't change.
Her mood gradually stabilized, she withdrew from his arms, pressed his hand down little by little, and said in a sad voice, "Mengqi, as you wish, if you don't want to look at me anymore, then from now on, we will never be sisters again.
See you."
Tong Mengqi made many mistakes.
Every time she told herself that Mengqi was her sister and her only relative, and everything she did was because she was not sensible enough.
So, she forgave her again and again.
But this time, she couldn't find any excuse.
She almost... died in her hands.
Tong Mengqi raised her head and looked at her coldly, her eyes still full of strong hatred.
She was silent for a long time, and then she suddenly burst into laughter. The laughter was sharp and harsh. Tears flowed out as she smiled, "Tong Caiwei, don't be proud. You'd better pray that you can be favored by him for the rest of your life."
"And you..."
She pointed at Ye Fan, smiling unsteadily, but tears kept flowing from the corners of her eyes, and said viciously, "Ye Fan, Ye Fan, what kind of woman does a man like you want? You want to marry someone who is toyed with by other men?"
Although you didn't say anything on the surface as a woman who has passed by, do you dare to say that if you didn't suspect that she had been played by Su Mochen, would you sleep in the study every day? Haha, all men in the world are the same, who would?
Don’t you mind?”
Tong Caiwei's face turned pale and she moved her lips, but found that she had no energy to argue anymore.
Tong Mengqi's words were very vicious.
Every word was like tiny needles piercing her heart.
But...she couldn't find any reason to refute.
Because, even she herself had had such thoughts.
More than two months...
No matter who it was, they would doubt whether Su Mochen had done anything to her during those two months or so.