WWML 04

chapter 04

Gu Wanwan’s smile froze, her eyes darkening. “No matter what, I’m going to get that guaranteed admission spot.”

“Now that Gu Zhao’s back, you should try to curry favor with him,” Cheng Yu advised.

Gu Wanwan nodded, then suddenly remembered something. “But what if he runs into Gu Qingning? After all, they’re actually brother and sister, born of the same mother.”

“Gu Qingning disappeared right after she was born. They’ve never even met. What brother-sister bond could there be?” Cheng Yu sneered coldly, utterly unconcerned.

“If they really cared about that sister, they would’ve come back to see her long ago. Gu Qingning’s been home for a month, yet the three of them haven’t even shown a shadow of themselves.”

Gu Wanwan finally relaxed and smiled again.

That mute, Gu Qingning, was nothing but a disgrace to the Gu family. As long as she, Gu Wanwan, performed well enough, her brothers would naturally believe she was the better sister—and, in turn, they’d despise Gu Qingning even more.

Late that night, the pale moonlight sank between the treetops.

A slender figure slipped silently into the garage.

Moments later, the roar of an engine shattered the stillness.

A black motorcycle shot out of the garage, vanishing into the night like an arrow leaving its bow.

“Sir, we’re just letting her go like that?” Yun Zheng stared at the surveillance feed, his expression cracking in disbelief.

That girl sure had guts—stealing a vehicle in the middle of the night?

Fu Juncheng rested his chin on one hand, his ink-dark eyes narrowing with a lazy glint. “She’ll come back.”

So confident? Yun Zheng looked at him, puzzled.

Fu Juncheng’s lips curved faintly, but he didn’t bother to explain.

At the hospital.

A chill wind swept through the corridor, carrying a faint, eerie cold.

The ward lights were on, and several low voices murmured within.

“How did that Gu Qingning suddenly become so strong, like she’s gone mad?”

“She got away this time—what if she comes back for revenge?”

“Shut up, all of you.”

The girl propped up in bed snapped impatiently.

Zhao Xiaoxiu immediately fell silent. Fang Yiyi, braver than her, continued, “Zhou Yao, we’ve already taken care of your leave at school. We said you accidentally slipped down the hillside.”

“As for Gu Qingning, she just got lost on her own—it’s got nothing to do with us. We just have to stick to that story.”

They couldn’t let anyone find out that they’d targeted Gu Qingning. The consequences would be unbearable.

Zhou Yao’s face was dark with anger, and the bruises on her neck throbbed faintly. “I know.”

A low chuckle suddenly broke the air.

The cold, sharp sound hit them like a thunderclap, making all three girls jump.

“Not afraid of lightning striking you for lying, are you?”

The three turned toward the door—there stood a thin, cold-eyed girl leaning against the frame, her icy gaze sweeping across them.

Their faces drained of color. Fang Yiyi stammered, her voice trembling, “G-Gu Qingning, you—”

How had she found them here?

Gu Qingning straightened up and closed the door behind her.

The click of the lock fell like a death knell in their ears.

“Gu Qingning, don’t do anything crazy,” Fang Yiyi stuttered, backing away. “This is a hospital. Even if you hurt us, you won’t be able to escape.”

Gu Qingning shot her a glance, then fixed her eyes on Zhou Yao, a chilling gleam flashing in them. “Speak. Who sent you?”

Zhou Yao stiffened, her pupils tightening with nervousness. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. No one sent us—I don’t know anything.”

Gu Qingning’s lips curved into a cold smile. “So, no one sent you. It was you three who decided to kill me?”

“N-no.”

Off to the side, Zhao Xiaoxiu broke down first, trembling under Gu Qingning’s suffocating aura. “It—it’s not like that, I—”

Zhou Yao snapped sharply, cutting her off with a glare. “Zhao Xiaoxiu.”

Gu Qingning’s eyes swept over both of them, her patience thinning fast. “Lying to me won’t end well.”

After witnessing Gu Qingning’s near-supernatural fighting skills, Zhao Xiaoxiu and Fang Yiyi didn’t even dare to breathe too loudly.

“Gu Qingning,” Zhou Yao said weakly, her voice shaking, “we just had a small argument and pushed you a few times. I’m already hurt like this—what more do you want?”

Gu Qingning’s eyes turned cold as ice as she stepped closer. “Throwing paint, kicking, punching—three against one—and you call that a few pushes?”