"Besides, if my sister doesn't help me..." Ning Su, though somewhat unwilling, still said, "I'm no match for Shen Qingqing either."
Although she was extremely reluctant to admit it, that woman's methods were indeed more skillful. She was confident she could deal with her, but not entirely sure she would win. However, with her sister's involvement, things would be different.
Sister is so amazing!
Ning Xin raised her hand and pinched her cheek: "You only cause me trouble all day!"
This was an agreement!
Ning Su chuckled, "I knew it, in this world, only my sister treats me the best!"
"Don't interfere with what happens next. Leave it to me."
At this point, what else could Ning Xin say? No matter what, she couldn't just stand by and watch her sister be bullied, so she could only step in to help.
After all, her sister was no match for Shen Qingqing's methods.
With her sister's promise of help, Ning Su finally breathed a sigh of relief and settled in to watch the spectacle.
She soon discovered that a group of paid commenters had appeared online, speaking in Shen Qingqing's favor.
Enraged, she ran to find Ning Xin.
"Sister, look, she's really hired paid commenters to try and whitewash herself."
She thrust her phone in front of her sister, but Ning Xin merely glanced at it, not taking it to heart: "What's the rush? First, see what they're saying."
Ning Su didn't quite understand. Then, with her impatient nature, she looked at the comments below. They were all speaking in Shen Qingqing's favor, and she didn't want to read a single word more.
But her sister told her to read them, so she had to.
Wait...
"What do you mean 'mistress'? Are you all brainless?"
"True love is hard to find in this world. They're together because they love each other!"
"Exactly, true love is invincible!"
"So what if she's a fiancée? They're not married yet, so how can she be considered a mistress? Even after marriage, people can divorce if they're incompatible."
"Even the law doesn't stipulate that people who are incompatible must be forced to stay together. What are divorce certificates for then?"
These comments were delivered with conviction, but Ning Su, after calming down and examining them carefully, realized something was amiss.
If they truly wanted to help Shen Qingqing, they should have denied her status as a mistress, not advocated from the mistress's perspective that true love represented everything.
This wasn't helping her; it was harming her.
Ning Su suddenly thought of something and looked up sharply at her sister, who remained unfazed: "Did you hire these paid commenters, sister?"
Ning Xin said slowly, "Your methods are still too naive. As long as her identity as a mistress is confirmed, public opinion will naturally not let her off."
In fact, they didn't need to do anything themselves. Often, public opinion could be used as a weapon.
As expected, everything that followed unfolded just as Ning Xin predicted. When the true onlookers heard these comments, they immediately erupted like boiling water.
"This is simply sickening!"
"I'm so surprised. She has no guilt or shame about being a mistress and speaks so righteously. Shameless!"
"Someone like this should be ruined!"
The public opinion online intensified, and everyone had already concluded that Shen Qingqing was a mistress.
The online debate grew fiercer and fiercer, yet Shen Qingqing remained completely unfazed, as if the public opinion online had no effect on her.
She remained silent, and Fu Jingshu naturally made no move. The two little ones, Chenchen and Shen Jinxi, were even more composed, which left King speechless.
However, since they were all so calm, he saw no need to fly into a rage. He might as well wait and see what tactics his little disciple would employ.
In the evening, after everyone had finished dinner, King decided to take his godson out for a walk. Chenchen didn't want to go and stayed home to finish his homework.
Shen Qingqing and Fu Jingshu were talking in the study.
Just then, a delivery arrived at the house. Chenchen, who was painting in the living room, brought the package in and placed it on the coffee table to examine it.
Shen Qingqing suddenly heard a scream and the sound of something shattering from downstairs. She and Fu Jingshu rushed down.
In the living room, Chenchen sat on the sofa, his face pale. On the floor in front of him lay a cardboard box. Whatever was inside, the cup on the coffee table had fallen and shattered, with fragments scattered everywhere.
Seeing Shen Qingqing, Chenchen's eyes welled up with tears, and he was about to jump off the sofa to run towards her.
"Don't move!"
Shen Qingqing quickly stopped him, afraid he would cut his feet on the shards on the floor. She walked around the fragments herself and scooped the child into her arms.
She glanced at the fragments on the floor, one hand comforting the child's back, her peripheral vision catching sight of the cardboard box.
She suddenly saw a bloody hand lying inside the cardboard box.
Her eyes turned cold. Fu Jingshu, standing beside her, quickly took the cardboard box away and instructed the staff to clean up the glass fragments in the living room.
The maids, unaware of what had happened, quickly and quietly tidied up.
Shen Qingqing gave Fu Jingshu a look and, carrying the child, returned to the upstairs bedroom.
Just then, King returned, his and Xixi's faces beaming with smiles. They had clearly had a very enjoyable outing.
Upon entering, however, they immediately sensed the unusual atmosphere in the living room. King asked confusedly, "What happened? Did you have an argument with my little disciple?"
Fu Jingshu shot him a glance and looked at Xixi: "Go upstairs and check on your brother. He was a bit startled just now."
"Startled?" Xixi was very surprised. "How could he be startled at home?"
He was extremely worried about his brother, and after asking his question, he didn't wait for an answer, but ran upstairs with his short legs.
King's expression was grim: "What exactly happened?"
Fu Jingshu placed the cardboard box in front of him: "See for yourself."
King casually opened it, and upon seeing its contents, his face changed slightly. "Don't tell me Chenchen saw this."
"The child was painting downstairs."
A flicker of annoyance flashed in Fu Jingshu's eyes. He hadn't expected anyone to send such a package.
"Do you know who did it?" King asked.
"What do you think?"
The two men exchanged a look. They had a suspicion about who would dare to send a package to provoke them at this time. Besides the Ning sisters, who were still courting disaster and opposing them, there seemed to be no one else.
Footsteps sounded from the top of the stairs. King turned to see Shen Qingqing walking down with a blank expression. He asked, "How is Chenchen now?"
"He's asleep."
Shen Qingqing thought of the child's frightened and pale look just now, and her heart ached faintly. When her gaze fell upon the cardboard box on the coffee table, it suddenly turned cold.
She examined the cardboard box. It had been sent anonymously, with no contact information. On a sticky note, only one sentence was written.
—A gift for you.
A simple sentence, yet it was filled with a provocative meaning.
Shen Qingqing sneered, "Ning Su."
As she uttered the name, a chill laced her tone.