Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

The police had closed the case of the accident, and the police chief came to the hospital.

Mo Shaoze took over the photos taken at the scene and looked closely at the pictures of Mo Jingshen’s wrecked black Bentley, asking the police about the photos and the confessions of the driver of the truck.

As Ji Nuan walked past them, she heard what they said and saw the stack of photos in the hands of Mo Shaoze. She stopped and stared at the photo with the black smoke spreading after the fire of the car where Su Xueyi was riding was extinguished.

She suddenly looked at Feng Ling, who had been following her. “Come with me to the Su family.”

“The Su Family?”

“Su Xueyi’s home.”

…

Su Xueyi’s parents ran the Suan Group in Los Angeles, so her family was also a powerful one. However, Su Xueyi’s parents were obviously just legitimate businessmen who had never participated in the underworld dealings of Elder Su and the Su family.

When Ji Nuan arrived at the Su family, Su Xueyi’s parents almost rushed up to strangle her as soon as they saw her, shouting that she killed their daughter.

Feng Ling stopped Su Xueyi’s parents. Helped by Feng Ling, Ji Nuan successfully entered the Su family’s home.

“Bitch! Our daughter already lost her life because of you. What are you doing in our house?”

“Get out. You’re not welcomed here!”

Ji Nuan entered the door. Hearing their growl, she stopped, turned around, and gave them a cold look. “If you are a little wary of the people closest to you, Su Xueyi will not end up like this. Did she die because of me? Did she really die because of me?”

Su Xueyi’s mother had been crying for a month. She, pale-faced, glared at Ji Nuan with swollen eyes while Su Xueyi’s father still retained the last trace of sanity. He pointed to Ji Nuan and scolded, “Xueyi was tortured to madness because of you and barely survived. And she was also with you when she died! How dare you say her death has nothing to do with you?!”

Ji Nuan turned around and didn’t look at them anymore. The faint trace of mockery in her eyes didn’t fall into their eyes. She just said flatly, “The fact is that I almost died at the hands of your daughter both times. Maybe I survived because I’m luckier than her. At least I don’t have a sister who seems to be intimate with me but actually only wants to use me and send me to my death.”

She suddenly paused.

Yes, she had!

Wasn’t she ruined by her good sister, Ji Mengran, in her previous life?

So, the scariest person in the world was never your enemy in the open but the so-called closest person who hung out with you every day, seemed to take your side, but actually wanted to push you into the abyss.

“What do you mean? What does Xueyi’s death have to do with Zhilan? The two have been on good terms since childhood. Don’t think you can talk nonsense because Xueyi can’t rebut you any longer! Now you want to splash dirty water over Zhilan? Sowing discord at a time like this, you are the most vicious woman!”

Su Xueyi’s father couldn’t push Feng Ling away. He scolded for quite a while but was still held back by Feng Ling.

Ji Nuan said deadpan, “The police believe the incident is a suicidal attempt that Su Xueyi planned to get back at me. They concluded that the whole incident was planned by her and closed this case abruptly. As her parents, are you really willing to let your daughter die with charges of attempted murder and self-immolation?”

Ji Nuan didn’t look at them, but as she spoke, she observed everything in their house. Her voice was cold.

The expressions of Su Xueyi’s parents changed slightly, and they stared at her. “You…”

“Where is Su Xueyi’s room?” Ji Nuan asked.

Su Xueyi’s father hesitated for a moment, looked at her back doubtfully, and was about to tell her, whereas Su Xueyi’s mother suddenly broke down and tugged at his arm, not letting him speak. “We can’t let her into our daughter’s room. We can’t let this woman who killed her go into her room…”

Ji Nuan turned around, only to see Su Xueyi’s mother’s red, swollen eyes. Thinking of how Mo Jingshen’s mother tried to suppress her inner sorrow and never shed a single drop of tear in front of her these days, Ji Nuan paused and went on. “Are you sure Su Xueyi was killed by me? Wasn’t I one of the victims?”

Su Xueyi’s mother didn’t answer her but look away tearfully.

Su Xueyi’s father pointed to the second floor. “On the second floor, the room with the white door.”

Ji Nuan withdrew her gaze and walked toward that room.

The house was not small. Ji Nuan went up the stairs and walked around the second floor before she found Su Xueyi’s room. The servants were surprised to see her, but no one dared stop her but stood aside with a look of wonder at the sudden intruder.

Ji Nuan went into the bedroom where Su Xueyi had lived. This girlish-style room hadn’t been changed after the death of its owner. It seemed to have been cleaned every day in the last month. Even the neatly placed Kitty pillow on the bed looked like it had just been washed.

The room smelled of air freshener. She looked around, walked to the table in the room, and saw a delicate photo frame. It was a photo of Su Xueyi and Su Zhilan. She picked up the frame, turned it over and opened it, and as the picture fell out, she saw the letters on the back of the photo: Year 200X, taken in Japan.

So Su Xueyi went to Japan with Su Zhilan one year ago. And Su Zhilan hadn’t been, as outsiders had been rumored, locked up by Elder Su at home because of mania.

She was actually very free.

What was on the shelves was adorable stuff that girls would like. How could a person who would like this kind of stuff be so wicked and cruel and go all the way to T City and have people kidnap her in such a horrible way?

Ji Nuan asked the servant, who stood at the door, as she opened the drawer under the shelf, “Did Su Xueyi had any friends beside her cousin when she was alive?”

The servant didn’t know who Ji Nuan was and replied, “Our Miss had a lot of friends before she went crazy. She was on good terms with her friends and classmates, but when she suddenly dropped out and insisted on going to study in China, she only kept company with Miss Zhilan.”

Ji Nuan’s hands suddenly paused. She looked at the bottles of drugs in the drawer, picked up one bottle, opened it, put it close to her nose, and sniffed it. Then her eyes suddenly turned cold. She screwed on the bottle cap and held the bottle in her palm.

She continued to rummage through other things in the drawer, asking, “Did Su Zhilan give Su Xueyi these pills?”

“Yes. Miss Zhilan often came to visit her since our Miss went crazy. Because Miss Zhilan used to suffer from a similar mental illness, she knows a lot about psychological drugs. To calm our Miss’ nerves, she brought some of her own drugs.”