Chapter 650: Everyone Really Has Their Secrets

Chapter 650: Chapter 650: Everyone Really Has Their Secrets

Bai Haoxue said, "Actually, this Mr. Zhuang Yan seems like a pretty decent person. But I wonder if he knew about my existence when he was trying to match you with his daughter?"

If he did know, then they’re all the same kind of people.

"Do you think he knows?" Ji Hanyu looked at Bai Haoxue.

"If I knew, would I be asking?" Bai Haoxue replied, "Mr. Zhuang Yan seems kind and benevolent; everyone speaks well of him, yet sometimes he feels like an enigma."

"When did you start having this feeling?"

"Just now," Bai Haoxue said, "Mr. Zhuang Yan seems very fond of Zhuang Yunge, but when Yunge’s face suddenly changed just now, his reaction made me feel like his affection wasn’t genuine.

When a daughter’s face is like that, Zhuang Yan wasn’t the first one to rush on stage to show concern for Zhuang Yunge.

Moreover, seeing Zhuang Yunge break down and lose control, it seemed like Zhuang Yan was even a bit angry."

"Mrs. Ji, you observe very carefully." Ji Hanyu mentioned to Bai Haoxue that he had played chess with Zhuang Yan a few days back, and the topic of his late wife came up.

After hearing this, Bai Haoxue remarked, "It seems like everyone really does have secrets!"

...

After Zhuang Yunge ran from the banquet hall, she kept running along a very secluded cobblestone path at the Zhuang Family.

The effects of the Purple Vine Powder had fully kicked in at this point, and Zhuang Yunge no longer had the mind to think about why she got poisoned by it.

All she knew was that her face was intensely itchy, unbearably so, to the point where she couldn’t stop scratching it.

Zhuang Yunge scratched her face as she ran towards the place where she had initially thrown the teacup at the masked man.

When she reached the rock garden, she glanced around to see if anyone was watching.

Once she confirmed that no one was around, Zhuang Yunge placed her hand on a smooth artificial rock nearby.

In an instant, she appeared in a quaint little courtyard.

The masked man was leisurely sitting in a rocking chair, legs crossed, sipping red wine.

"Give me the antidote for the Purple Vine Powder." Zhuang Yunge couldn’t help but scratch her face as she spoke.

If there had been a mirror at that moment, Zhuang Yunge would have been horrified by her own bloodied and scarred face.

The masked man seemed shocked as well. He rolled out of the rocking chair, shook his head at Zhuang Yunge’s face, "Miss Zhuang, are you planning to switch to acting in horror films?"

"Hurry and give me the antidote." Zhuang Yunge was already exasperated.

The masked man walked into the house and came back within a minute. Zhuang Yunge thought he was bringing the antidote.

She quickly stepped forward to meet him.

In the next second, she heard her own voice erupt into a horrifying, piercing scream.

"Ahhhhh... ahhhhh... that’s not me... that’s not me... that’s not me... take the mirror away... take it away..."

"Hahaha..."

The masked man laughed heartily, holding the mirror persistently in front of Zhuang Yunge, who tried to avoid it. He was relentless, like a child at play.

"Hahaha... Miss Zhuang, what are you hiding from?" the masked man said, "You should take a good look at what you look like now and remember it well, very well."

"Get away!"

Zhuang Yunge angrily shoved the masked man away, grabbed the mirror from his hand, and smashed it onto the floor with force.

The floor was immediately covered in shards of broken glass...