I Married My Heartless Ex-Wife’s Black Lotus Sister - Chapter 11

Zheng Yili’s strength was formidable. Even slightly drunk, she was more than enough to give Song Qi’an a hard time.

Song Qi’an gazed at the flushed face of the furious woman before her. After a long silence, she slowly released Zheng Yili. “I’ll take you home. It’s not safe for you to go alone.”

“Stop pretending to be the good person here,” Zheng Yili spat, her expression icy. “If you were truly worried about me, you should have been there during the countless times I begged for your help—instead of abandoning me to entertain your precious confidante.”

Zheng Yili couldn’t hold back her words. Perhaps she wanted to use this half-drunk state to pour out all the grievances she had endured. “Do you remember what you told me back then? That you were busy and hoped I’d stop being unreasonable, wasn’t it?”

Song Qi’an had no rebuttal and remained silent.

Zheng Yili pressed on, her voice rising. “While I was swallowing my pride and left with no support, you were off enjoying yourself with other women. The most you did was send your sister to apologize on your behalf. Song Qi’an, is this how you treat your fiancée?”

“Everything in the world matters more than me—even Lin Xiaoxiao, some D-list celebrity.” Zheng Yili’s eyes stung, but she blinked hard, forcing them wide open to maintain her defiant glare.

She refused to show any vulnerability in front of Song Qi’an. She no longer needed her pity or concern.

Holding her breath, Zheng Yili stared straight at the vivid red handprint slowly blooming across Song Qi’an’s delicate, fair skin. She stood rigidly upright.

Only now did Song Qi’an realize just how much resentment Zheng Yili harbored against her. She opened her mouth, but Zheng Yili had no patience left for excuses. She turned sharply on her heel and walked away.

Her head throbbed, and all she wanted was to go home and rest.

She walked briskly, the silence behind her confirming that Song Qi’an wasn’t following. Gradually, the tension in her body eased, and she exhaled in relief.

But as she rounded a corner, the sight of Song Yanqing lurking in the dim light of the shadows made her heart leap back into her throat.

She froze mid-step, meeting the deep, unreadable gaze that lifted to hers.

Zheng Yili had no idea how long Song Yanqing had been there or how much of the conversation she had overheard. Her pulse raced with the guilty panic of someone caught badmouthing another.

Stiffening, she glanced back at Song Qi’an, who was watching them from a distance. After a moment’s hesitation, she forced a wooden nod in Song Yanqing’s direction—a perfunctory greeting. “She’s back there.”

After helpfully pointing the way, Zheng Yili wasted no time lingering. She quickened her pace, nearly breaking into a jog as she vanished from Song Yanqing’s line of sight.

Song Yanqing wheeled herself out from the shadows, her eyes locking onto Song Qi’an from afar.

Instinctively, Song Qi’an lowered her head, using her disheveled hair to hide the red mark on her cheek. “What are you doing here?”

“Fighting again?” Song Yanqing approached slowly, tilting her head to study Song Qi’an. Though Song Qi’an tried to conceal her disheveled state, it was futile. “She hit you.”

The certainty in her voice made Song Qi’an’s cheek burn even hotter.

“Serves you right,” Song Yanqing said emotionlessly.

Song Qi’an abruptly lifted her gaze, her face filled with shock. “Sis, she just slapped your own sister. Even if you don’t stand up for me or feel sorry for me, how could you join her in scolding me?”

“Don’t you deserve it?” Song Yanqing remained unmoved. “To be honest, I kind of admire her.”

Song Qi’an was baffled.

“For enduring it all this time before finally slapping you.” The faint curve of Song Yanqing’s lips was cold, her smile not reaching her eyes.

Song Qi’an nearly choked on her breath. “…”

“Sis, are you even my real sister?” Song Qi’an grumbled, rubbing her stinging cheek with a wince. Damn, Zheng Yili really packed a punch.

With a slap like that, Song Qi’an probably wouldn’t be able to show her face in public for at least two or three days.

“No,” Song Yanqing replied bluntly. “Mom needs you. Come back with me now.” Then, her indifferent gaze swept over Song Qi’an’s aggrieved expression as she added flatly, “Stop embarrassing yourself in public from now on, or someone might teach you what a mixed doubles beatdown feels like.”

Song Qi’an’s brow twitched, her lips pressing into a tight line.

“Sis, be honest with me—have you been turned by Zheng Yili?” Song Qi’an followed Song Yanqing resentfully. “How else could your 37-degree lips utter such icy words?”

Song Yanqing shot her a sidelong glance and ignored her.

Seeing her sister retreat into silence again, Song Qi’an sighed dramatically and climbed into the car, pressing the ice pack the driver handed her against her cheek before pulling out her phone.

She lounged carelessly in her seat, slouching without a care. Song Yanqing didn’t bother correcting her posture, only asking, “What are you planning to send her this time to make up for it?”

“Last time, I already gave her that jewelry set you won at the auction on your behalf.”

At that, Song Qi’an turned her head. “You decide. You’ve got experience anyway.”

Song Yanqing frowned slightly, clearly disapproving of her behavior. Unfazed, Song Qi’an spread her arms. “Come on, it’s just dating. Who doesn’t have little fights now and then?”

“If it were all smooth sailing, that’d be weird.”

“Sis, you’ve never been in a relationship—you wouldn’t get it.”

Song Yanqing neither confirmed nor denied it, smiling faintly. “I hope you can keep that confidence forever.”

Song Qi’an stiffened, turning to stare at her sister. For some reason, she felt Song Yanqing was acting strange today—hard to pinpoint, but definitely different from usual.

Still, she didn’t dwell on it. Her sister had always been this enigmatic, inscrutable figure. Though Song Yanqing usually kept her edge hidden, she was never someone to underestimate.

As long as Song Yanqing didn’t turn that lethal blade on her, Song Qi’an figured everything was fine. It didn’t matter how many people her sister had discreetly dealt with outside—they were still sisters, after all. It wasn’t like they’d end up as sworn enemies.

“Qi’an,” Song Yanqing suddenly asked, breaking the silence as Song Qi’an lost herself in thought, “do you really like Zheng Yili?”

Song Qi’an tilted her head, studying Song Yanqing for a long moment before shaking her head. “I don’t know. But after knowing each other for so many years, there’s bound to be some feelings, right?”

“You’ve always wanted me to marry her, haven’t you? Since I’ll have to get married eventually, having her as the bride doesn’t seem like a bad option.”

Song Qi’an shrugged his shoulders. “Besides, didn’t our grandfather personally arrange this between us while he was still alive? So do you really think I have the right to say no now?”

“I understand.” Surprisingly, Song Yanqing didn’t scold him this time, instead giving a faint nod.

The corners of her lips slowly curled into a smile, and even her gaze toward Song Qi’an became gentle and kind, no longer stern. “Qi’an, if you want to get rid of her, I’ll help you.”