Chapter 89
Mu Wanwan Gets Fierce
Lu Ziqing shifted uncomfortably, though she still held her posture, confidence barely wavering. “Everyone’s stuff was in that room. Anyone could have thought of it.”
Mu Wanwan stepped forward, her gaze sharp as ice. “Give my things back. I won’t make a fuss—but don’t blame me if I don’t hold back.”
She hadn’t even told Lu Ziqing that her backpack and jacket were missing, yet the lie was exposed immediately. Now Lu Ziqing still dared to deny it.
“I told you, I didn’t take your things. Can’t you understand human words? Show me proof if you can. Otherwise, I can sue you for false accusation.”
Mu Wanwan narrowed her eyes, a cold smile curving her lips. Her fingers formed claws as she grabbed Lu Ziqing’s collar, roughly yanking her forward.
“Ah!”
Lu Ziqing yelped in shock, reflexively crying out.
“Wanwan, let’s talk calmly. Let go of Ziqing!” An Yao wasn’t foolish. Seeing Lu Ziqing’s reaction, she guessed that maybe Lu Ziqing really did take Wanwan’s things. Perhaps this was a chance to escalate the conflict between Mu Wanwan and Lu Ziqing. If Lu Ziqing got hurt, even if Lu Li protected Wanwan, her mother’s side wouldn’t let things slide so easily.
Still, An Yao kept up appearances on the surface.
The air seemed to freeze.
“I don’t know! I told you, I didn’t take your things,” Lu Ziqing stubbornly defended herself.
“Tell me—where did you hide my jacket?” Mu Wanwan’s eyes glinted with deadly cold, her voice low and serious.
“Lu Ziqing, how dare you lie?” Qiao Le arrived, catching Lu Ziqing’s words mid-air. She choked back her anger.
Mu Wanwan clenched her fists, her gaze dark and sharp. Without hesitation, she pushed Lu Ziqing down. Lu Ziqing’s face showed shock as her hands flailed in the air.
“Ah—”
Wanwan wanted to beat her up badly.
Lu Ziqing screamed, gripping Mu Wanwan’s arms. “Mu Wanwan! What do you want?”
Qiao Le’s face darkened instantly.
Mu Wanwan shot her a glance, her voice cold and ruthless. “This is none of your business. Step aside.”
“Last chance—where’s my jacket?” Mu Wanwan’s anger was genuine this time.
Qiao Le crossed her arms calmly, watching the scene unfold.
Mu Wanwan let out a light, cold laugh, pushing her back. Lu Ziqing’s waist pressed against the railing of the small bridge, half her body suspended in the air.
Lu Ziqing turned her head but remained silent.
Damn it…
The gray sky cracked with lightning, a cold wind scattering fallen leaves.
“I already asked. A little monk saw you carrying a bunch of things out of the room, and you still said you didn’t take anything.”
“I—I’m telling you, just let go of me first,” Lu Ziqing finally admitted, trembling. “I threw your things onto the back mountain.”
An Yao’s breath caught as she met the coldness in Mu Wanwan’s eyes.
“If you don’t return my jacket today, even if you’re Lu Li’s sister, I won’t let you off,” Mu Wanwan said, giving a slight push. Lu Ziqing leaned back, screaming repeatedly.
Daring to steal Wanwan’s things—she deserved it.
“Mu Wanwan!”
“Let go of me! I didn’t take your things! Mu Wanwan, if you dare hurt me, my brother won’t let you off!” Lu Ziqing stomped and struggled, trying to pry Wanwan’s hands off, but it was useless.
This reckless Lu Ziqing…
Her screams pierced the air, full of panic.
“Ziqing!”
Even An Yao was shocked—she didn’t expect Mu Wanwan to actually push Lu Ziqing into the pond.
Splash! The lotus leaves scattered, water spraying up in a huge splash.
