Chapter 327: Su Lan’s Little Revenge

She picked up the light green jar from the bedside table, opened it, and used her hand to evenly spread the white viscous liquid from the jar onto the scar.

Su Lan believed she had experienced much, but as she personally applied the ointment to the nearly fifty-centimeter scar that ran from An Jintong’s face down to her chest, she couldn’t help but feel a pang of heartache for An Jintong.

What could she have possibly gone through to have a scar two fingers wide and over fifty centimeters long?

Yi Yi, that little girl, watched silently the entire time; this scar was already half her height.

After Su Lan finished treating the scar, she gave An Jintong a full-body examination and found no other issues.

She handed over the subsequent care and supervision to Yi Yi, giving her specific instructions, then lay back down on the chair, transforming into a lazy Su Lan.

After a few hours, An Jintong began to regain consciousness. The moment she opened her eyes, she saw the simple decor of Su Lan’s room and the large bed she was lying on.

An Jintong’s first reaction was that she might be in a dying state, and everything she was seeing was just her imagination before death.

It wasn’t until she noticed Yi Yi趴 at the bedside that she felt a slight sense of unease.

She didn’t seem to know this little girl. If this was truly a dying thought, why would this little girl appear?

An Jintong’s movement as she got up also woke Yi Yi. The first thing she saw when she looked at the other person was joy.

The girl’s cheerful voice reached An Jintong’s ears.

“Big Sister, you’re awake!”

“Are you feeling better?”

“I made some porridge. Are you hungry now?”

The three consecutive questions from the little girl with the bun hairstyle made An Jintong feel a bit unreal. She had a bold idea: could it be that someone had saved her?

Looking at her outstretched palm, then at her own thigh, An Jintong slapped it without hesitation.

The pain from her thigh and the red handprint on her leg were enough to prove that she was still alive, and only then did she remember the gunshot wound on her arm.

To Yi Yi, these actions meant that An Jintong hadn’t fully woken up, or that there was something wrong with her mind.

She subconsciously looked at the lazy Su Lan beside her, wondering whether to call her over to take a look.

An Jintong also followed Yi Yi’s gaze and saw Su Lan. Her first reaction was that Su Lan, this woman, had saved her.

She quickly got up and walked to the chair, ready to express her gratitude. Unexpectedly, just as she reached it, Su Lan, sensing her presence, opened her eyes.

She stood up from the chair and, with a backhand, pushed An Jintong onto the chair.

The first words An Jintong heard from her were only two characters.

“Don’t move!”

It was as if these two words held some magic; upon hearing them, An Jintong obediently lay on the chair, like a puppet, allowing Su Lan to do as she pleased.

At this moment, An Jintong felt a strange sensation in her body, but she still didn’t move, as it was merely a physical reaction without any pain.

Soon, she heard a tearing sound, as if something was being ripped apart, and then she felt something light and flimsy added to her embrace.

When An Jintong curiously opened her eyes to check, she found the object in her arms to be exceptionally familiar.

Just then, she also heard Su Lan’s words.

“I’m sorry, I personally couldn’t stand it, so I took the liberty of tearing off the distinctive scar on your body.”

After hearing Su Lan’s words, An Jintong hadn’t yet reacted, as Su Lan was still her savior in her eyes.

She responded mechanically.

“It’s… it’s nothing.”

After speaking, she realized something was amiss and picked up the object in her arms to examine it.

Wasn’t this her own scar?

Her first reaction was to touch her face, and the result was somewhat beyond her expectation.

Yi Yi, at this moment, found a mirror from somewhere and handed it to An Jintong.

An Jintong took the mirror and looked at herself, continuously stroking her cheeks, and then burst into tears.

After a long time, An Jintong stood up and bowed deeply to Su Lan, saying with heartfelt gratitude,

“Thank you!”

Su Lan also appropriately went over and embraced her. As the two became more familiar, Su Lan told An Jintong everything, especially the part where Liang Yu saved her.

Not only did she not take credit for herself, but she also added many unfounded achievements to Liang Yu, completely bewildering An Jintong.

Even Yi Yi, who was nearby, couldn’t stand it anymore. Several times she tried to interrupt, but Su Lan’s glare sent her back.

Finally, An Jintong learned that Liang Yu was on the first floor, and encouraged by Su Lan, she went down to find him.

Only then did Yi Yi speak.

“Sister Su Lan, isn’t Sister An a bit too excited? She even forgot to put on clothes.”

Su Lan also gave an awkward laugh at this point. She hadn’t expected An Jintong to be so easily swayed; it was originally planned for a few days later.

She hadn’t anticipated An Jintong’s strong execution, and that she would forget to dress in her excitement. Faced with these unexpected developments, Su Lan also had a headache.

Downstairs, Liang Yu was currently in the living room with Lan Ling. Mu Yunxi, unable to bear the constant public display of affection between the two, had long since returned to her room.

At this moment, the two were nestled together watching a movie when a pale figure suddenly entered their line of sight.

Looking at Liang Yu, An Jintong’s first reaction was to call out his name, but it wasn’t Liang Yu; it was his alternate identity.

“Li Fei Yu, is that you?”

Liang Yu looked at An Jintong, appearing in such a state, and was utterly dumbfounded.

At this moment, he knew perfectly well that Su Lan was behind this.

Lan Ling, on the other hand, remained exceptionally calm. She gave Liang Yu a sidelong glance, as if to say, “Look, your alter ego’s romantic debts are now knocking at our door.”

But she also noticed something amiss. She had seen An Jintong before, and Liang Yu had explained the situation when they were being intimate.

But where were the scars on her body?

Lan Ling looked at Liang Yu suspiciously, but Liang Yu was also innocent, pointing upstairs, indicating for her to go find Su Lan.

An Jintong, seeing the two exchanging glances and ignoring her, suddenly felt a bit at a loss.

It was Lan Ling who got up, walked over, and pulled An Jintong into her room.

At first, An Jintong had some questions, but only after Lan Ling manually took her measurements did she understand.

After a long time, An Jintong, after being changed into countless outfits by Lan Ling like a doll, still felt that An Jintong was best suited to wear this qipao, mainly because she was tall enough.

The two also chatted a lot during this time, which made An Jintong feel a bit embarrassed.

Especially when Lan Ling mentioned her ‘Paradise Plan,’ An Jintong couldn’t accept it all at once.

At the same time, she continuously scrutinized the woman in front of her. Frankly speaking, if it were her, she probably couldn’t be so open-minded.