Please Take Care of Me, Young Master Quan

Chapter 13: A Tooth For A Tooth

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

As the words fell, Shen Yan didn’t even have time to react before being pushed down.

The force was not light, causing her to stagger a few steps back on the stairs, and then she fell onto the living room floor.

Her right foot twisted, and her back hit the ground with a sharp pain.

Shen Yan was completely bewildered. When she finally reacted, her voice shot up in pitch, “You dare to push me?!”

Shen Wan stood on the staircase, motionless, looking down at her. Her originally timid eyes revealed a hint of fierceness. “If I were you, even if I hated someone, I would never try to turn the tide right after a failure, because—inevitably, you’ll lose!”

“You wait, I’m going to tell Dad…”

“Go ahead! Say that I pushed you down the stairs. But where’s the evidence? Do you have any?” Shen Wan coldly sneered.

Since her confrontation with Shen Yan this morning, Shen Wan had no intention of continuing to pretend. She had already shown her fangs, so why not reveal her claws as well?

As long as Shen Zongming and Shen Chunjiang didn’t believe it, Yang Lan and her two daughters wouldn’t be able to make a big fuss.

“Ha… Evidence? Who do you think you are? Let’s make a bet, shall we? Let’s see if Dad and Grandfather believe you or believe me!” Shen Yan leaned against the wall and stood up, a sharp pain emanating from her right ankle. She clenched her teeth to endure it, not showing any weakness in front of Shen Wan.

But inside, she wished she could strangle Shen Wan to death…

Shen Wan glanced at her heaving chest and maintained her smile. “Sure! Let’s bet. You say I pushed you, then I can also say—you’ve been holding a grudge since this morning and deliberately lost your balance to fall down the stairs, trying to frame me. Perhaps Dad and Grandfather used to stand on your side, but after what happened this morning, do you think you’re still credible?”

Shen Yan’s face turned pale. Trying to appear strong, she realized her confidence was lacking. The flickering gaze in her eyes revealed her vulnerability.

“People have their limits in tolerance, and trust is even more delicate. As one wave of turmoil settles, another emerges, and whenever you’re in the mix, it’s simple for doubts to creep in, right? That’s precisely why I mentioned that your fate is sealed—to end up on the losing side.”

Shen Yan lost because she was too impatient to gain the upper hand while underestimating her enemy.

Shen Wan shook her head, a touch of regret in her eyes. “Sister Yan, you’re really naive…” Although the overnight maid could have been a solid witness, unfortunately, Shen Yan had driven her away with her own words.

Enduring the consequences of one’s actions is understandable.

But inviting them upon oneself, that is truly… intolerable.

With that, Shen Wan continued up the stairs, her figure graceful and delicate.

Shen Yan, in a sorry state, squatted on the ground, using the position to alleviate the pain in her ankle. After a while, she hobbled upstairs.

The little troublemaker was right. After this morning’s incident, Dad was already displeased with her. She couldn’t afford to make a scene again. As long as Shen Wan denied it to the end, the blame would eventually fall on her.

Back in her room, Shen Yan kicked off her slippers and examined her swollen, red ankle.

The image of Shen Wan’s cold, disdainful smirk flashed through Shen Yan’s mind, intensifying her hatred by another notch.

What right did this contemptible and insignificant illegitimate daughter have to speak in such a manner? And by what authority did she gaze at her with those eyes?

Her brows twitched slightly as Shen Yan took out her phone and dialed a number slowly.

“Sis, it’s me…”

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