Chapter 145

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Chapter 145: Just Thinking About It Feels A Little Exciting~

Before leaving, Feng Yin even cast a smug glance at Li Mengyue.

This only strengthened Li Mengyue’s resolve to make Ye Xiao properly explain herself tonight.

As for which mouth would be doing the explaining—well, ahem, that was another matter entirely.

Finally seeing Feng Yin off, Ye Xiao let out a sigh of relief.

Once the two got into Li Mengyue’s car, Li Mengyue immediately locked the doors, leaving Ye Xiao no chance to escape.

“So, how do you plan to solve my problem?” Li Mengyue asked, her tone sharp with lingering anger.

“Aww, is the trashy big sister really getting mad over this? Such a petty, narrow-minded little woman~”

“Hmph! So what if I’m petty and narrow-minded? That’s still no excuse for you to flirt and chat so happily with my stepmom!”

Li Mengyue crossed her arms, waiting for Ye Xiao’s explanation.

“I was doing it all for you~ My dear trashy big sister~”

Ye Xiao’s face showed no trace of panic, as if she was certain Li Mengyue couldn’t do anything to her.

“For me? Yeah right! More like you got tempted by that old witch’s looks and decided to make a move on her!”

With Feng Yin gone, Li Mengyue didn’t hold back—after all, she wasn’t worried about her words getting back to Feng Yin’s ears.

The two of them had already badmouthed each other plenty in private anyway.

Ye Xiao’s expression faltered slightly, a hint of guilt flashing across her face.

Admittedly, Feng Yin, as a young wife married to an older man, had an elegant, aristocratic charm—the kind of beauty cultivated by a life of luxury. She was on a completely different level compared to Su Ruoxue.

Honestly, Su Ruoxue didn’t even look like a married woman.

But Feng Yin? She radiated the aura of a proper wife. If Su Ruoxue’s “wife level” was Rank 1, then Feng Yin’s was at least Rank 3 or even Rank 4.

Feng Yin had an overwhelming advantage in presence alone, not to mention her naturally striking looks.

Truly, Mengyue’s father had excellent taste in wives. Even if he didn’t do anything with her, just having such a beauty at home was a feast for the eyes.

Seeing Ye Xiao’s reaction, Li Mengyue’s pent-up anger instantly exploded.

“Ye Xiao! You actually have your eyes on that old witch?!”

Furious, Li Mengyue pointed at Ye Xiao’s nose, almost ready to kick her out of the car right then and there.

But if she did that, wouldn’t it just play into that old woman’s hands? For all she knew, the moment she kicked Ye Xiao out, she’d just run straight to Feng Yin!

“How could I possibly be interested in her? I was just trying to help trashy Yue-jie find a solution to your problem!”

Before Li Mengyue could retort, Ye Xiao continued in a pitiful tone:

“When trashy sister has a problem, all she has to do is dump it on me. But I have to consider so many things!”

Li Mengyue froze, her heart instantly weighed down by guilt.

Ye Xiao was right—she hadn’t even tried to solve the problem herself. The only thing she’d done was push it onto Ye Xiao. She felt terrible.

Taking a deep breath, Li Mengyue exhaled as if expelling her anger along with it, forcing herself to speak as calmly as possible.

“Then… Xiao Xiao, how do you plan to solve this?”

She still had doubts, waiting for Ye Xiao’s explanation.

“When faced with a problem that’s hard to solve, why not just eliminate the person who created—or raised—the problem in the first place?”

To emphasize her point, Ye Xiao even made a throat-slitting gesture.

“Eliminate her?”

Getting rid of Feng Yin was a tempting idea. Without her, life would undoubtedly be much easier—just like before her father remarried.

For a moment, Li Mengyue’s expression turned deadly serious as she considered the feasibility of this plan.

“But… isn’t murder a bit too much? Just killing someone like that feels… terrifying. Even if we did go through with it, you shouldn’t be the one to do it. Maybe we could hire a hitman or—Ow! Xiao Xiao, why’d you hit me?!”

Clutching her head, Li Mengyue glared at Ye Xiao in grievance.

Ye Xiao had knocked her hard—the spot still throbbed with pain.

“When I said eliminate, I didn’t mean kill your stepmom! I meant solving the problem at its root—changing her mind, then having her whisper in your dad’s ear. Once that happens, your business venture will just be a matter of his approval!”

Ye Xiao rolled her eyes. She was a law-abiding citizen of the modern era—how could she possibly resort to murder? Let alone hiring a hitman!

“But you just—” Li Mengyue mimicked the throat-slitting motion.

“That was just for dramatic effect! So, getting closer to Sister Yin is a necessary step to helping trashy-jie. And if we can improve your relationship with her too, even better!”

Ye Xiao spoke like a lecturing teacher. She had no idea what went through Li Mengyue’s head sometimes—how could she even consider hiring a hitman to kill her own stepmom? Even if it was a misunderstanding, she hadn’t hesitated for a second!

“If you really don’t want to reconcile with Sister Yin, then how about you go apologize to your dad? I don’t know what happened between you two, but if he’s acting like this, there must’ve been some kind of conflict.”

“No way…”

Li Mengyue turned her head away stubbornly.

Ever since Li Yansheng married Feng Yin, their father-daughter relationship had been strained. She’d rather follow Ye Xiao’s plan than swallow her pride and apologize. If her father would just cancel this whole prove yourself ordeal, that’d be ideal.

Seeing her attitude, Ye Xiao could only sigh and change the subject.

“So, trashy big sister, why haven’t you started the car yet? Don’t tell me you want to do it here? Hehe, I’ve never tried something this thrilling before~ Just thinking about it feels a little exciting~”

A teasing smile played on Ye Xiao’s lips as her gaze swept over Li Mengyue with predatory intensity.

Her eyes seemed to burn through Li Mengyue’s clothes, stripping her bare with just a look.

Blushing furiously, Li Mengyue quickly started the car. The dim lighting of the underground parking lot hid her flushed cheeks, but she could feel the heat radiating from her face.

She drove toward the hotel she’d booked in advance. If not for Feng Yin’s interference, she’d probably already be freshly showered, curled up in bed with a sweet, soft Ye Xiao in her arms.

Just imagining the cozy, intimate night ahead lifted Li Mengyue’s mood—her foot even felt lighter on the accelerator.