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“As long as I never leave, as long as I stay by A-Jing’s side, you’ll never get to become his rightful guardian angel.”
“Isn’t that what you’ve always wanted?”
On the surface, Xin Ling appeared calm and composed, but inwardly she was already secretly stabbing a little straw doll full of curses.
This woman’s mouth was so vile, so infuriating. Even if it meant clinging here shamelessly just to annoy her, Xin Ling absolutely would not leave!
“Get out! Get out of here!”
A mess of pillows and plush toys came flying at her. Xin Ling simply sidestepped and walked out without turning back.
Tang Yue screamed in rage. Her gaze swept across the room, landing on the cup of milk on her nightstand. She was about to smash it in anger, but suddenly her hand froze.
Her eyes lowered, and she let out a strange laugh at the cup.
Didn’t Xin Ling just say she was going to cling on and never leave?
So what if she wanted to? Did she really think she could get her way just like that? Once everyone grew tired of her and completely abandoned her, wouldn’t she still have to leave anyway?
If there was no poison in it, then she would add some herself.
With that thought, Tang Yue lifted the milk to her lips.
But suddenly, dark crimson light twined around her neck, tightening sharply. The glass fell from her hand and shattered on the floor, milk spilling everywhere.
A suffocating aura of demonic energy bound her body like a cocoon, winding tighter and tighter.
“Heh…”
Her throat was constricted. Tang Yue’s eyes widened in terror. She frantically tried to summon the radiant power of her angelic light, but it barely had any effect.
This enemy was strong—far stronger than her, perhaps by countless times.
Footsteps crunched over glass shards. Through the swirling red-black haze, a shadowy figure emerged.
A demon!
Terrified, Tang Yue watched as the figure stopped at her bedside, looming above.
Even without seeing his face, she could feel the disdain and contempt radiating from him.
To crush her would be as easy as crushing an ant.
Her courage shattered. Tears streamed uncontrollably down her face, but her throat was too constricted to scream—like an absurd silent film.
She thought she was doomed. She thought even Xin Ling, that hateful Xin Ling, must have sensed the demon’s presence.
Why wasn’t she coming to save her?!
Hatred flared in her eyes, fixed on the demon’s silhouette. But long moments passed, and still he did not kill her.
Then, a mocking laugh fell from above. A scornful voice dripped with disdain:
“This is all it takes to scare you? This pain doesn’t even compare to one-tenth of having your wings severed, and you already can’t bear it?”
This detestable woman had used venomous words like knives, stabbing Xin Ling again and again—he wanted nothing more than to tear her apart.
“If not for the trouble it would cause her, you’d already be a cold corpse.”
His voice was cruel, almost playful.
Tang Yue caught onto one thing amidst her panic—“her.” Who was this “her” he meant?
Before she could think further, darkness consumed her, and she fainted.
Only when she fell silent did Cen Yinian withdraw the shadows, gathering them into his palm. Yet a second later, his expression twisted with disgust, and he flung the little ball of demonic energy away.
“Clean yourself up before you come back.”
“…?”
The little ball of demonic energy: “…”
It flailed its stick-figure limbs in protest behind Cen Yinian’s back, only to dart away in a hurry before he noticed.
“Pft…”
He snorted softly, unconcerned.
With that done, Cen Yinian glanced at the spilled milk on the floor, a hint of regret flickering in his eyes. Then he turned his gaze to the unconscious woman on the bed, his expression cold and sharp.
“You’re not worthy of drinking anything she offers.”
[Main Story Progress: 40%! ]
Upstairs, Xin Ling had no idea what had just happened.
She sat quietly in her room, munching snacks, watching TV, and occasionally being harassed by that shameless man again.
Until—
“Xin Ling, get up here right now!”
A thunderous shout crashed down from upstairs, full of fury, nearly bursting her eardrums.
She didn’t know what had happened, but it was definitely not good.
Dragging her feet, she made her way to Tang Yue’s room. The moment she reached the doorway, a storm of accusations rained down.
“Didn’t I tell you to take good care of her? How did it come to this?!”
Xin Ling lifted her eyes to see the scene.
On the bed lay Tang Yue, a purple bruise around her neck, face ashen, breath shallow—like she was on the verge of death.
Compared to when she had just been cursing at her, she looked like a completely different person.
“…I-I don’t know what happened,” Xin Ling stammered, panic flashing across her face. She pointed at the shattered cup on the floor. “When I came to bring her milk, she was perfectly fine.”
Strong-voiced, even cursing her.
“When did I ever tell you to bring her milk?!” Ouyang Shaojing’s glare pierced her. “Tell me—what did you put in it?”
“Xin Ling, how could you be so vicious?”
“You dared slip something into Ah Yue’s milk while I wasn’t here, leaving her defenseless when the demon attacked!”
A demon?
Why hadn’t she noticed anything…
Xin Ling blinked in bewilderment, then shook her head quickly to explain: “No, A-Jing, I didn’t put anything in it, it wasn’t me…”
“If it wasn’t you, then what’s this white powder in the milk residue?”
That…
That was just the crushed vitamin tablets she’d added!
“Cough, cough…”
Tang Yue stirred in Ouyang Shaojing’s arms, her voice weak and pitiful. “Sister, what did I ever do for you to hate me so much, to want me dead at all costs?”
“No, it wasn’t me—you have to believe me…” Xin Ling shook her head desperately, her face full of sorrow. “A-Jing, why won’t you believe me?”
“Hah. Believe you? Xin Ling, the truth is right in front of us, and you still dare to argue?”
Disgust twisted his features. “Sometimes I wish the demon had come for you instead—let a malicious woman like you suffer in Ah Yue’s place!”
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