Chapter 3 — Brother Wanted To Harm Me, I Gave Him A Gift

Giang Hac Lam slapped her hard, interrupting her right before the sentence could come out. I just stood there, calmly observing this ridiculous performance, my eyes as if covered with a thin layer of ice. In his previous life, in order to suppress his anger, Giang Hac Lam personally forced Thuoc Duoc to drink poison. But now, seeing her turn her head and bite him back, I felt an indescribable feeling of pleasure. Sure enough... karma comes, you can't escape even if you run away. Tong Chieu Da leisurely stood up, the hem of his ink-colored long robe skimming across the messy floor. He walked in front of me, his body still smelling of last night's undissolved alcohol.

"Miss Giang..."

He bowed his head, whispered close to my ear, his warm breath passing over the pink mark hidden under my neck:

"This one... really underestimated her."

I raised my head, our eyes met. In his pupils as dark as the bottom of the abyss, I saw myself - calm, leisurely, smiling gracefully.

"What did you say, sir?"

I blinked, pretending to be innocent:

"Tuyet Ngam didn't understand."

He smiled coldly, waved his sleeves and left, his angry back like a storm pressing against snow. Giang Hac Lam chased after me two steps, then turned back and grabbed my wrist tightly:

"It was you who did it, right? You gave Thuoc Duoc..."

I gently withdrew my hand and helped him smooth out the wrinkles on his shirt:

"Now, you should think about how to explain to father why the jade pendant that you always carry with you... is in Thuoc Duoc's heart."

Seeing his face suddenly turn pale, I leaned over and leaned close to his ear, my voice so low that only the two of us could hear:

"Also... with your Thu Y, how do you plan to explain it?"

I turned around and was about to leave, but Giang Hac Lam grabbed my hand and held me back.

"Snow Soak..."

He smiled, but his eyes were dark:

"The pink mark on my neck... what is it?"

The space in the room suddenly became quiet. I pretended to be panicked, raised my hand to cover my neck, my cheeks suddenly turned red:

"Night... last night I was bitten by a mosquito."

Giang Hac Lam's eyes darkened, intending to continue questioning—

"Young master!"

The butler suddenly rushed in, bowed his head and reported:

"The master of the Qin family is here!"

My heart jumped slightly. Tan Tu Chuoc?! What did he… come for? Could it be... that something was discovered? In the lobby, Tan Tu Chuoc was wearing a dark pink brocade robe and leisurely twirling a begonia-shaped earring in his hand. It turns out... it's his place. Seeing us enter, he slightly raised his phoenix eyes, his lazy smile carrying a bit of evil charm:

"I don't know... Miss Giang, does she recognize this earring?"

For a moment, my heart skipped a beat, but quickly stabilized. I held the cup of tea next to me, took a sip, and said calmly:

“Didn't realize.”

“Oh… Then it's a disturbance.”

Tan Tu Chuoc leisurely stood up, and when he was about to cross the threshold, he suddenly turned back. His eyes seemed to stop at my neck - where the kiss mark had not yet completely disappeared.

“If one day Miss Giang remembers something…”

"The door of Qin Palace is open at any time, waiting for you to come by."

Having finished speaking, the dark pink figure slowly disappeared down the hallway, leisurely and leisurely. Right after that, Giang Hac Lam reached out and grabbed my wrist, shouting:

“You're very good... you're really talented.”

I coldly pushed his hand away, took a half step back, not even looking:

“What did brother say? So? Tuyet Ngam didn't understand."

A game of chess has begun. But the one who holds the opportunity... is me. The spring banquet in Kim Lang has always been a bustling event, where talented writers and famous ladies gathered in large numbers. I leaned against the pillar of the painted hallway, indifferently watching Lam Thu Y stepping on falling flower petals step by step to arrive. She wore a thin, pure white silk dress, her hair was lightly decorated with a white jade orchid, and she looked as elegant as a fairy in a painting stepping out. My older brother - Giang Hac Lam - quickly rushed to greet her, his eyes filled with joy, unable to hide it at all. What's more laughable... is Tong Chieu Da. The person who always maintained that indifferent, noble look, at this moment also strode forward, with a tenderness in his eyes that I had never seen before. Hmm… man. In my previous life, when Lam Thu Y returned, Tong Chieu Da was forced to marry me. She stood outside on the sidewalk, her eyes blurred with tears, and she said softly:

“Wish you both a hundred years of age.”

Then he turned around and left, sick for three months straight. Because of that, Tong Chieu Da's hatred for me became one layer deeper. And this life...

"Italian letter? Why are you..."