Tears traced light paths on her face. Meng Yao silently pulled a rope from her sleeve and bound her own hand, holding the other end out to Meng Chi: “Brother, tie me up, like when we were young.”
Meng Chi’s expression changed. “Did you go find Yuan Ning?”
Meng Yao, still holding the rope and teary-eyed, said, “Brother, you can’t do to others what we did, especially not to that little bitch. Otherwise, I’ll die right in front of you.”
Meng Chi looked at the wound on her neck, knowing it must hurt. Her lips were bloodless, her voice hoarse. He remembered that even the fiercest individuals would lose their spirit after nearing death.
Meng Yao had gone mad. In chaotic times, harsh measures were necessary.
Meng Chi took the rope, looked at it, then handed it back to Meng Yao. “You have your way, I have mine. What I do with Yuan Ning is my business. If you really want to die, I can’t stop you.”
The narrative continues with intense psychological and emotional interactions, exploring themes of obsession, control, and complex sibling relationships.
Sun Jiacong smiled slightly, despite being humiliated by Meng Yao. Although he was a concubine son, the Sun family’s status was far higher than the Meng family’s. It was one thing for Meng Chi to suppress him in the Xiaoyun Guard, but for his sister to look down on him was an insult he couldn’t swallow.
He shook his head and said, “You’re not marrying me, so why should I care so much?”
As he turned to leave, Meng Yao blocked his path, urgently saying, “Help me kill Yuan Ning, and I’ll definitely repay you.”
“How will you repay me?”
“I’ll have my brother promote you,” Meng Yao said. “Just help me kill that little bitch!”
Sun Jiacong coldly replied, looking directly at her: “Yuan Ning is your sister. Why are you always at odds with her?”
“Her mother owes me, and she must repay me!”
Sun Jiacong’s voice turned cold: “Sister Ah Yao, I feel like you’re not telling the truth. Is it because you can’t let go of Brother Meng?”
