Chapter 1170: Chapter 1183: Trap (Part 9)
Qin Huan looked at Qin Moting, "It seems Jinnan has finished, Dad, you should head back now."
Qin Moting watched Qin Huan enter the elevator, then called Huo Jinnan. Only after confirming did he leave with peace of mind.
Xiang Xiran stood on the balcony with a telescope, watching; Qin Huan really showed up!
She put down the telescope, tossed it aside, and turned around to look at Shu Mengmeng behind her, "Help me deal with her, and Qin Shaojin will be yours."
Shu Mengmeng’s big eyes blinked blankly at Xiang Xiran. Upon hearing the name Qin Shaojin, her eyes lit up, "Okay, I got it."
Xiang Xiran looked at Shu Mengmeng and smiled, "Good girl."
Shu Mengmeng also smiled at Xiang Xiran.
Xiang Xiran noticed that smile, her expression suddenly changed a bit, "Alright, I’ll leave first."
Shu Mengmeng slowly nodded, murmuring "Third brother" under her breath.
Xiang Xiran looked at Shu Mengmeng’s demeanor and frowned; she really was getting more and more like a ghost, hopefully not wasting her painstaking efforts!
Leaving the suite, she went to the neighboring room, sat on the balcony, and through a layer of white gauze, watched the adjacent suite. She opened a bottle of red wine, poured a glass, elegantly sipped from the high-stemmed glass with her graceful fingers, and placed it aside, letting it rest on the flesh-colored stockings on her lap.
...
Qin Huan arrived at the room’s entrance, saw the door ajar, pushed it open, and saw standing there in a red dress with long hair and bangs, was Shu Mengmeng, her expression calm and indifferent.
"Who are you?"
Shu Mengmeng gazed at Qin Huan, her voice thin and tender as she spoke, "Close the door."
Qin Huan closed the door, scanned the room, "Where’s Xiang Xiran?"
Shu Mengmeng looked at Qin Huan, gave a dreamy smile, and walked toward her, "Cousin, I—will—tell—you——"
Cousin?
Why call her cousin?
Looking at Shu Mengmeng, Qin Huan had no time to respond when Shu Mengmeng suddenly fixed her with a fierce gaze, like a gust of wind, and grabbed her by the throat, "I want you dead! I want you dead!"
"Uh... let... go..."
Qin Huan exerted force with both hands, trying to pry off Shu Mengmeng’s arms, but she couldn’t shake free.
Before long, her voice became a series of hoarse gasps.
...
Xiang Xiran sat on the balcony, listening to the commotion, picked up a lipstick beside her, and painted a slow circle around her lips. She put it down before picking up her phone, and called Shu Mengmeng, "Is it done?"
——"It’s done."
Xiang Xiran glanced at the neighboring suite. The balcony door was open, the window ajar, with only a layer of white gauze, making the sounds inside quite distinct.
Yet, she couldn’t believe it was so easy to deal with Qin Huan; she had thought it would take much longer!
"Is she dead already?"
——"No more breathing."
Xiang Xiran laughed, "Well done."
——"Thanks for the praise."
Xiang Xiran chuckled, "Alright, you can leave now, the car is downstairs, head back to your old place, Qin Shaojin will be yours from now on."
——"..."
Xiang Xiran, "What, too happy to speak?"
——"Yes, overjoyed, almost crying."
Listening to this, Xiang Xiran snorted softly, a lunatic is a lunatic.
After hanging up, she sat there, suddenly in a good mood, and began to sing melodiously "Woman’s Flower"——
"A woman’s flower sways in the mortal world
A woman’s flower gently moves with the wind
Just hoping for a pair of gentle hands
To soothe the loneliness inside me
I have a flower
The fragrance fills the branch
Who will sincerely seek the scent?
The flower doesn’t bloom for long
Ah, it must be picked while it can—picked—picked————"
But the next second, her expression suddenly froze!
