Marrying My Bestie's Ferocious Brother - He Calls Me His Baby!-Chapter 239 - 238: Want to Drug Me? Taste It Yourself!

Chapter 239: Chapter 238: Want to Drug Me? Taste It Yourself!

In the grand hall of the National Defense University, the music was chaotic.

Colorful strips of paper and balloons decorated the place, making it look anything but serious.

This was a social dance jointly held by the National Defense University and Beijing University.

Gu Yanshen sat on a chair in the corner.

He sat quietly, his demeanor cold, contrasting sharply with his surroundings.

The female trainees around only dared to look at him from afar, none daring to approach.

His gaze was fixed, from beginning to end, on one person in the center of the dance floor.

Lin Wan Yi was wearing a lake blue dress, dancing ballroom with Dean Li’s assistant.

The hem of her dress fluttered like a blossoming lotus.

Gu Yanshen frowned.

He disliked other men touching his wife’s hand.

Even if it was due to work.

A figure dressed in a grey old blouse appeared ghost-like before him.

"Gu... Mr. Gu."

Her voice was hoarse, carrying a hint of resentment.

Gu Yanshen raised his head.

It was Meng Ting.

She looked like a frost-bitten eggplant, withered completely.

Dried hair, sallow complexion, heavy dark circles under her eyes.

The once beautiful eyes now only held madness and enmity.

Gu Yanshen almost didn’t recognize her.

He turned his gaze away, continuing to watch Lin Wan Yi on the dance floor.

As though standing before him was nothing but air.

Meng Ting’s nails dug fiercely into her palms, almost breaking the skin.

She forced herself to maintain composure, squeezing out a smile uglier than a cry.

"Mr. Gu, I’m sorry."

"Everything was my fault before, my dad... he’s been arrested and our family is done for."

"I came today truly to apologize to you and your wife."

As she spoke, her eyes turned red.

She looked pitiful.

Some people noticed the commotion here, casting curious glances.

Gu Yanshen finally reacted.

He turned his head and looked at Meng Ting.

He only uttered one word.

"Scram."

The voice wasn’t loud.

But it was clear enough for a few people around to hear.

Meng Ting’s expression immediately stiffened.

There were some restrained snickering around.

She felt her face like it was slapped hard with a shoe sole.

Burning with pain.

The music stopped.

Lin Wan Yi lifted her dress and walked over.

She held a handkerchief in her hand, wiping the light sweat from her forehead, then naturally sat next to Gu Yanshen.

"What’s wrong?"

She asked.

Seeing her, Gu Yanshen’s stern expression immediately softened.

"Nothing, just a fly."

He said, reaching for Lin Wan Yi’s handkerchief, carefully helping her wipe her neck.

His actions were unbelievably gentle.

Meng Ting watched this scene, her eyes turning red.

Why!

Why could this woman have it all!

And she, bearing a debt of thirteen thousand eight hundred, scrutinized by the school, ridiculed by everyone!

She was unwilling!

She gritted her teeth tightly, turned to leave.

A few minutes later, she returned.

Holding a tray with two full glasses of orange soda.

The bubbles joyfully rising to the surface.

She walked up to the two, her face again showing a humble, repentant expression.

"Mr. Gu, ma’am."

"I was abrupt earlier."

"I know you don’t believe me, but this glass of soda is my act of apology."

As she spoke, she raised one glass, handed it towards Gu Yanshen.

"I’ll drink first in salute, begging you to forgive me once."

Her hand shook.

Not out of fear, but a sick thrill.

Lin Wan Yi’s gaze fell on her hand holding the glass.

Meng Ting’s nails, due to force, had broken her palm skin.

Faint threads of blood seeped from the cracks.

Yet she seemed completely oblivious to the pain.

Lin Wan Yi looked again at the glass of soda.

It looked ordinary.

Yet Meng Ting’s gaze was anything but ordinary.

It contained vicious malice.

Just as Gu Yanshen raised his hand, prepared to take the soda.

Lin Wan Yi suddenly smiled.

She reached out, directly took the glass from Meng Ting’s hand.

Her speed left Meng Ting unable to react.

"Ah! After a dance, just the thing for my thirst."

Lin Wan Yi said with a bright smile.

She raised the glass to her lips, pretending to drink.

Meng Ting’s face turned pale immediately, like a sheet.

"Don’t drink!"

She shouted in panic.

The sharp voice sliced through the surrounding music.

Everyone looked over.

Meng Ting realized her loss of composure.

She quickly amended: "Ma’am, that glass... that glass is for Mr. Gu."

"I’ll get another for you."

Lin Wan Yi didn’t move.

She held the soda, gently shaking it.

Watching the bubbles burst one by one.

"Is that so?"

She raised her head, looking at Meng Ting.

The smile on her face unchanged, but the smile itself was as cold as ice.

"Does it make a difference?"

"It’s an apology soda, wouldn’t it be the same if I drank it?"

She turned to Gu Yanshen and said: "Yanshen, I want some of those dried plum apricots over there, could you get some for me?"

Gu Yanshen gave Meng Ting a look.

That look bore murderous intent.

But he didn’t ask further.

"Alright."

He stood up, heading towards the long table with food.

His tall back, like a mountain, blocking all prying eyes.

Leaving only Lin Wan Yi and Meng Ting.

Two people.

Four eyes met.

"Meng."

Lin Wan Yi spoke.

Her voice light and gentle.

"You look in such poor health, it must be tough."

"This glass of soda, you should drink it."

As she spoke, she handed the glass in her hand towards Meng Ting.

"Some sugar would be good for your body."

Meng Ting’s body started to tremble uncontrollably.

She retreated repeatedly.

"N-No, ma’am, I’m not thirsty!"

She looked at the soda glass as if at a venomous snake.

"How could you not be thirsty?"

Lin Wan Yi was still smiling.

She stood up, approaching Meng Ting step by step.

The lake blue hem ripple like waves.

"I dislike owing favors the most."

"Your ’apology’ soda is so sincere."

Her voice was light as a whisper, yet carried an irresistible force.

Meng Ting was cornered against the wall.

No retreat.

"What are you doing!"

Meng Ting’s voice carried a sob and trepidation.

"Nothing."

Lin Wan Yi’s smile finally faded.

Replaced by unabashed coldness.

Her other empty hand swiftly reached out.

Gripping Meng Ting’s wrist firmly.

The strength was astonishing.

Meng Ting cried out in pain, not having time to struggle.

Lin Wan Yi’s other hand pressed the glass firmly to her lips.

The cold glass rim pained her lips.

"Aren’t you here to apologize?"

Lin Wan Yi’s voice close to her ear.

"Then show some sincerity."

"The thing you brought yourself, you drink it."

"Then we are square."

Meng Ting’s eyes widened in horror.

She shook her head desperately, making muffled sounds.

Lin Wan Yi was unmoved.

She tilted her wrist.

The full glass of bubbly orange soda thus poured straight into Meng Ting’s mouth.

"Gulp... Gulp..."

Most soda trickled down her lips, soaking her grey collar.

Yet some was swallowed as she choked.

Lin Wan Yi released her grip.

"Clatter."

The glass fell to the ground, shattered to pieces.

Meng Ting slumped in the corner against the wall, as though drained of all bones.

She clutched her throat desperately.

Coughing violently.