"Who are you?" Ye Zhilin smelled the scent of death, trembling uncontrollably, her voice almost a whimper, "You must be the ghost of Gu Qiyun, don’t kill me, don’t kill me..." Gu Jiayin curled her lips with scorn and evil charm, "Don’t worry, I’m not going to kill you." Ye Zhilin looked up in surprise, her eyes shielded from the rain by the umbrella, opened wide. "Mm." Gu Jiayin slowly curled her lips, her indifferent voice dispersed into the damp rain mist, "Today, I’m not claiming a life." Ye Zhilin suddenly widened her eyes again, raised her head to look upward, only to see a streak of lightning split across the sky at that very moment. The next second, she felt a scorching sting, instinctively covering her eyes. The lightning was accompanied by a glaring red. A hysterical cry of pain, drowned in the ensuing thunder that seemed to tear the night sky apart. Her world plunged into endless darkness. It wasn’t a coma, nor death, but rather the inability to see anything. She had never heard that lightning could blind someone’s eyes, could this be the power of the netherworld? Was Gu Qiyun seeking revenge? Ultimately, she succumbed to unconsciousness amidst the pain, her disheveled hair soaking in blood-stained rainwater, miserably defeated and desolate. The rain fell more fiercely. The thunder continued to resonate across the city skyline. For original chapters go to ⓝovelFire.net The heavy rain covered the entire world, blending into the night, shrouding a corner with secrets. Two streets away from Ye Zhilin, Qin Yiheng’s luxury car moved slowly through the rain on the city road. He sat in the driver’s seat, his hand gripping the steering wheel, his peach-blossom eyes slightly narrowed. Qin Yishu sat in the passenger seat, her beautiful lips curving with a sinister arc, her nails painted in pink varnish glistening in the dim streetlight. They were utterly unaware of the mysterious and bizarre accident two kilometers away, their mother hovering at Death’s door. Qin Yiheng broke the silence first, his lips curving devilishly, his tone lazy and indifferent, "Didn’t you have something to say to me? Why have you been silent? This expression of yours makes me feel like you just had tea with a devil." Though siblings, their relationship had never been harmonious. Qin Yishu despised every word from Qin Yiheng, yet today, she smiled ingratiatingly, "Brother..." "Qin Yishu," Qin Yiheng interrupted her, his scholarly face adorned with an incongruous mischievous look, his voice gentle but the words he uttered were poisoned, "I’m not Qin Mingxuan, don’t think you can use your tricks on me, speak directly, don’t beat around the bush." Indeed, if anyone in the Qin Family understood Qin Yishu the most, it was Qin Yiheng. Qin Mingxuan openly challenged Gu Jiayin and ended up castrated. Although he wasn’t present, he could guess whose manipulation it was. Actually, the smartest in the Qin Family was Qin Yiheng; he saw through every member of the family. If Qin Zhennan gave him a stage, he could indeed achieve something. Unfortunately, Qin Zhennan never acknowledged this son, and his intentions were also not good. Qin Yishu’s face was awkward. She had never gained any advantage over Qin Yiheng, ever since childhood. Steadying her emotions, she still continued with the previous topic, "Brother, you’re so heartless with your words, I’m here to help you today." "Help me?" Qin Yiheng glanced at Qin Yishu with a half-smile, "What could I possibly need your help with?" This dismissive and disdainful attitude truly made Qin Yishu uncomfortable. She pursed her lips, glanced at the rain outside the window, and then turned to look at Qin Yiheng, "Don’t tell me you don’t want to claim Gu Jiayin." Qin Yiheng’s expression suddenly turned stiff. Certain thoughts he could have, but others couldn’t speak them aloud. To say them would be to hit his face, so his expression was filled with shadows, "Qin Yishu, do you have a death wish?" "What, getting angry from embarrassment?" Qin Yishu sneered, "You actually want to claim your half-sister, and now that it’s revealed, you have no face to save, is that it?" Qin Yiheng suddenly slammed on the brakes, and before the car came to a complete stop, he was already reaching out to strangle Qin Yishu’s neck, gritting his teeth, "Qin Yishu, do you still think you’re the future Young Madam Sheng? If I kill you here today, nobody can do anything to me." Suddenly deprived of air, Qin Yishu’s face turned crimson, her delicate hands desperately pulling at the steel-like grip on her neck, struggling to speak, "Brother, don’t... get angry, I was wrong." Qin Yiheng wickedly smiled and abruptly loosened his grip, turning to draw a cigarette, lighting it and elegantly exhaling smoke, still so scholarly. This facade was really quite excellent, but beneath it lay evil and filth. Released, Qin Yishu clutched her neck, coughing for a while. "So, tell me, what do you really want today?" Qin Yiheng’s words fell coldly, not even sparing her a glance. Qin Yishu took several deep breaths of fresh air, "Brother, Gu Jiayin is not our father’s child; your desire to claim her carries no moral sin." "What?!" Qin Yiheng turned to Qin Yishu in disbelief, "Qin Yishu, don’t play me." Qin Yishu shook her head repeatedly, "It’s what Dad and Mom said themselves, I don’t know the details, but it’s true that Gu Jiayin is not Dad’s child, so she has no blood relation to us." Qin Yiheng said nothing further, only a multitude of unreadable emotions flashed across his eyes. Anyone about to breach a moral boundary feels some guilt, and Qin Yiheng was no exception. He previously intended to claim Gu Jiayin but always felt as though a divine presence watched him from above. But now... he felt that claiming her was perfectly justified, and the desire grew even stronger. Qin Yishu quietly observed Qin Yiheng, now lost in thought, and couldn’t help but smile slightly. She aimed to use him to destroy Gu Jiayin, and the first step had been successfully taken. Qin Yiheng understood her, just as she understood him. When he desired a woman, he would never give up easily. When Gu Jiayin returned to Shuiyunjian, Sister Li was still waiting at the door. Seeing her return, she immediately came forward to take the umbrella from her hand, anxiously scanning her up and down. Gu Jiayin gave Sister Li a reassuring smile, "I’m fine." Sister Li exhaled a long sigh, "I’ve made some ginger tea for you, drink some to warm yourself up?" Gu Jiayin changed her shoes and followed Sister Li into the dining room, holding a cup of steaming ginger tea in her hands, sipping it slowly. Her heart, under Sister Li’s caring gaze, began to gradually warm. "Did Sheng Qianchi go out?" "No, he hasn’t left the bedroom at all, and the light in the bedroom has never been turned on. He probably doesn’t know you went out." Gu Jiayin drank all the ginger tea before getting up to go upstairs.