"Yeah, that's exactly the smell."
Qiao Shiyue's eyes reddened with anger as she said pitifully, "Sister, you mustn't keep heading down the wrong path. Mrs. Sheng has already passed away in peace—you can't just throw mud on her like this. Claiming kinship isn't just about having a face these days; you can test DNA."
She was essentially telling everyone outright that Shen Yunyun had found a woman who looked somewhat like Lin Qingyu in advance, had her surgically altered to resemble Lin Qingyu, and then waited for Lin Qingyu to die so she could swoop in and split the inheritance.
Sure enough, hearing this, Sheng Mingyang's expression turned cold.
"Who exactly are you?" Sheng Mingyang's voice simmered with anger.
"None of your damn business." Lin Mengxing shot back at him without a shred of courtesy.
Sheng Mingyang's face darkened at the retort. "You're not welcome here. Please leave immediately."
Shen Yunyun said irritably, "Is that head on your neck just for height? You believe whatever anyone tells you?"
"Mingyang-ge, please don't kick Sister out," Qiao Shiyue jumped in again. "Even if she did something wrong, she definitely didn't mean it. Sister, right? Hurry up and apologize to Mingyang-ge."
Shen Yunyun could barely hold back anymore and was about to give her a good beating.
But before she could act, Lin Mengxing had already slapped Qiao Shiyue across the face.
Qiao Shiyue's ears rang, her mind went blank, and when she came to her senses, she felt nothing but shame and fury. "Why did you hit me?" she cried.
Lin Mengxing slapped her again with the back of her hand, then let out a sigh of relief. "There, now it's symmetrical."
Qiao Shiyue sobbed and looked at Sheng Mingyang.
Sheng Mingyang snapped back to reality and immediately grabbed Lin Mengxing's arm. "That's enough. Someone, throw these two out."
Shen Yunyun pulled out a pepper spray canister. "Let go of my sister, or I'll spray you."
Sheng Mingyang had never seen pepper spray before and stared at her wide-eyed. "You—"
Before he could finish, Shen Yunyun struck.
"Ah—" Sheng Mingyang screamed, clutching his head as he crouched on the ground in agony.
Everyone in the hall was stunned by the scene, and someone immediately called the police.
Shen Yunyun casually put the canister away and looked at the crowd. "I told him to let go of my sister, but he wouldn't listen. He had to act like a pervert, ignoring a woman's wishes and forcing her to do something she didn't want to. Isn't that harassment?"
The crowd: "..."
That's a bit of a stretch, isn't it?
Shen Yunyun tugged at her work badge. "We were just here for a temporary job, and suddenly we're being falsely accused—of getting plastic surgery, of plotting something shady. Could I have predicted when Mrs. Sheng would pass away? Could I have planned ahead and found someone to get surgery? Oh, and in case you all didn't know, when I left the Qiao family, I didn't have a single cent. All my bank cards were frozen, the money in my phone was cleaned out, and I couldn't even take my spare clothes. I only took my ID. The ticket to Goose City was bought with the money from selling my phone. Where would I get the money for plastic surgery?"
Someone who had attended the auction before immediately nodded. "That's true. I heard about it last time."
"Looks like this adopted daughter isn't as bad as the Qiao family made her out to be. She's even working temp jobs—doesn't sound lazy to me."