Leng Yiyao slouched on the sofa and gestured for someone to bring her phone. The servants didn’t dare act as casually as the butler; one by one, they hesitantly glanced at the da xiaojie’s expression.
Leng Yiyao smirked and cast a sideways glance. “What’s this, jiejie? You treat me like this? I can’t even take my own things without your approval? But Xi Le said you cherish me to the bone…”
At the mention of Xi Le, Leng Yirou’s expression stiffened, and she almost stormed off in frustration.
“Give it to her! Whatever she wants, just hand it over!”
She gritted her teeth and reached for the wine, inwardly cursing, just wishing their father would hurry back. If Xi Le had only been angered and left, that was one thing—but what about the gifts? Should they still be delivered or not?
Before, if no one knew, it wouldn’t have mattered. But this useless little sister of hers—who had always been a spoiled, aimless parasite—was suddenly acting sharp and alert today. If word got out…
She downed half a glass of red wine, sneering inwardly. She wouldn’t even have to make a move herself. Their father and elder brother would deal with Leng Yiyao in an instant!
Leng Yiyao couldn’t care less about her sister’s internal drama. She took the phone from a servant and scrolled through the past few days’ records.
There was only one missed call, from a long string of numbers with no name attached. She searched her memory but found no recollection of it. None of her apps had any messages either.
Apart from that single call, it was as if she had never disappeared at all.
She was about to enter her final year of high school, preparing for university entrance exams, yet neither her school nor teachers had reacted at all. That could only mean their father or elder brother had personally intervened.
How interesting.
Xi Le claimed she had “run away from home,” but if Leng Yirou alone had said so, it wouldn’t have carried much weight. The fact that this had become the Leng family’s official narrative meant her own father and brother had taken her sister’s side…
Leng Yiyao idly spun the phone in her fingers as she gazed out the window, looking so relaxed that she seemed on the verge of sleep.
When the family doctor arrived, he was met with an awkward scene—the two sisters sitting at opposite ends of the living room, ignoring each other like sworn enemies. He had always known their relationship was strained, but they had never been so openly hostile in front of outsiders.
What was going on today?
Before he could figure it out, Leng Yiyao waved him over. He hesitated for a moment but still carried his medical kit to her side.
“Miss Leng, are you feeling unwell?”
Her long robe was inconvenient to remove, so Leng Yiyao waved dismissively. “Do you have a knife?”
“What?” The doctor was momentarily stunned.
She pointed at his medical kit. “A knife. Do you have one?”
“Yes,” he replied, pursing his lips before opening the box and taking out a scalpel he always carried. The thin blade gleamed, sharp and cold.
Leng Yiyao took it without hesitation and, without a second thought, slashed it across her waist.
The sound of fabric tearing echoed through the room.
At that very moment, a middle-aged man had just stepped through the doorway—only to witness his second daughter, in full view of the doctor, cutting open her own clothes…
Her delicate waist was suddenly exposed, the pale skin faintly visible from a distance. The mere sight was enough to enrage the man, making him want to hang her up and beat her senseless!
In D City, women of status never showed their faces without a veil, let alone exposed their bodies in public.
Was she trying to court death?
This was outright lawlessness!
Leng Weiran clenched his jaw, his eyes icy. He strode forward with quick steps, raised his right hand high, and swung it down toward Leng Yiyao!
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