Xia Weiliang didn't ask but knew where Xia Yiran lived.
She walked to her original room and kicked the door open with a loud bang.
Xia Yiran, startled awake, sat up with dark circles under her eyes. Seeing Xia Weiliang, she was first stunned, then angrily exclaimed, "Xia Weiliang! What are you doing at my house?"
Xia Weiliang found it amusing and deliberately opened the door wide, "Your house? Come, say it again, whose house is this?"
Xia Yiran flinched, then evasively averted her gaze, guiltily.
"I recall mentioning that you should go to the hospital?"
"Too busy, no time," Xia Yiran's attitude was clearly dismissive.
Xia Weiliang stared at her, a sinister smile forming on her lips.
Xia Yiran eyed her warily, "What do you want? Don't forget this is the Xia family, and I still have the Xia surname! No one will believe your nonsense!"
Xia Weiliang maintained the smile that could send people away, slowly closing the door and walking towards her step by step.
"You stay right there, you, you don't come any closer!"
Downstairs, Xia Chengye was still arguing with his wife. Seeing that Su Hui ignored him, he deliberately spoke with exaggerated sadness, "I'm so disheartened! Even my wife sides with outsiders, I'm truly a failure!"
Su Hui invited Song Yuan to have breakfast with them, not looking at Xia Chengye at all.
Just then, a scream echoed from upstairs.
Su Hui's face paled, and she was about to go upstairs when Song Yuan held her back, "Madam Xia, no need to worry, Weiliang has it under control."
Su Hui blurted out, "How do you know it's Yiran? What if it's Weiliang..."
Upon finishing, even she herself was stunned.
Shouldn't she be concerned about her own biological daughter at this moment?
But the reality was, countless disappointments had led her to increasingly neglect Yiran.
Precisely because of Yiran's contrast, when she thought of Weiliang, she unconsciously began to reflect on her own actions towards her. The more she thought, the more self-reproach she felt, sometimes lying awake at night, sitting up and silently wiping away tears.
Song Yuan had clearly noticed it too. She glanced at Su Hui and saw the complex emotions and self-reproach on her face.
Hearing this, Xia Chengye could no longer sit still and rushed upstairs.
Xia Yiran's room door was locked, and her screams came from within, "Xia Weiliang! Stop it! Ah—"
Xia Chengye dared not listen further. The butler hurried over, and he quickly asked for the key.
After opening the door, he rushed in and followed the sound to the bathroom.
Inside the bathroom, Xia Yiran was being dragged into the bathtub, her head held firmly underwater by Xia Weiliang. "Are you any more lucid now?"
Cold water poured over her head. Xia Yiran screamed, "Ah! Let go of me!"
Exhausted to the point of barely crawling back last night, she truly had no strength left to resist, her entire body shivering from the cold.
"What are you doing! Let go of my daughter!"
Xia Chengye was furious and lunged forward to stop her, but was immediately subdued with a joint lock. His arm was twisted behind his back, and his back was pressed forcefully.
"Ah! Who is it? Gently, it hurts, it hurts..."
Song Yuan, standing behind him, said expressionlessly, "My apologies, Mr. Xia."
She then looked up at Xia Weiliang, "Leave this to me. You have your inheritance, fight until you're satisfied."
"Thanks!"
Xia Weiliang grabbed Xia Yiran's collar, lifted her up, and whispered in her ear, "I'm not exposing you now not because I lack evidence, but because I don't want the Xia family to suffer through that pain again. If you're smart, don't provoke me!"
She suddenly pushed her away, and Xia Yiran fell back into the bathtub.
She scrambled up ungracefully, wiped the water from her face, and glared hatefully at Xia Weiliang.
Xia Weiliang raised her wrist to check the time, "Starting the timer now, I'm giving you ten minutes."
She beckoned to Song Yuan and led the way out of the room.
Song Yuan released her grip, "My apologies, Mr. Xia."
Xia Chengye, an elderly man and not one to manage his physique, felt his waist nearly break from her grip, and he cursed in anger, "She's deliberately come back to bring trouble upon our family!!"
Xia Weiliang descended the stairs. Su Hui was pacing anxiously downstairs. Seeing her come down, she quickly met her, "Weiliang, is Yiran... alright?"
Xia Weiliang smiled, "She's perfectly fine."
"That's good..."
Su Hui sighed, "I've been telling her to visit her adoptive mother, but Yiran..."
She trailed off, unable to finish.
Even without her saying it, Xia Weiliang knew Xia Yiran's character. She lowered her gaze and said slowly, "If she's someone you've set your heart on, perhaps giving up some expectations will make you both more comfortable."
Su Hui looked at her, her expression frozen.
Xia Weiliang said no more.
In her past life, she had a dream she dreamt countless times. It was waking up to find herself still the daughter of the Xia family, with Su Hui sitting by her bedside, smiling and telling her that Xia Yiran was fake, and she was still their daughter...
Every time she had this dream, she would wake up laughing.
But upon waking, she felt even more lost.
Now, she knew for certain that Xia Yiran was not the child the Xia family had mistakenly swapped, yet she had no desire to expose her.
This would become the second knife plunged into Su Hui's heart.
As for the future, she hadn't thought too much about it, deciding to deal with the immediate problem first.
Soon, Xia Yiran came downstairs.
Ten minutes was too short, barely enough time to put on makeup, making her entire face look not very refined.
Standing next to Xia Weiliang, whose natural beauty was unparalleled, the contrast was stark.
She approached Xia Weiliang and said coldly, "Let's go."
Xia Weiliang turned to look at Su Hui, "I'm leaving."
This time, she didn't call her "Madam Xia."
Su Hui walked her to the door and couldn't help but say, "Weiliang, if you have time... please come back often, okay?"
Xia Weiliang lowered her head and let out an "mm."
Xia Yiran watched with cold eyes, a sneer on her lips.
She no longer cared whether the affection from the Xia family was pure or not; what she cared about was how to crush these people under her feet!
Song Yuan drove back to the hospital.
Pushing open the ward door, Xia Weiliang glanced back at the person still standing in the corridor, gesturing for her to "come in."
Xia Yiran was reluctant but still walked in.
"Sister?"
Liu Yaozong's "Sister?" was filled with surprise and joy. Finally, there was someone to help him; he was too tired and too scared alone!
Xia Yiran ignored him, looking at the sallow-complexioned person on the bed with an overly calm expression.
As if sensing her presence, Bao Fang opened her eyes.
"Yiran!"
She was both surprised and delighted, struggling to sit up, but her body had no strength. She could only tremble as she reached out her hand, wanting to grasp hers, "Come... come let Mom see..."
Xia Yiran didn't look at the outstretched hand, still standing in place, her voice cold, "Didn't you want to see me? I'm here, say what you have to say quickly."
Bao Fang's eyes welled up with tears, her daughter's attitude piercing her heart.
Liu Yaozong also found it hard to believe, "Sister, what are you talking about!"
"Am I wrong?" Xia Yiran suddenly raised her voice, her eyes wide as she looked at Liu Yaozong, pointing at the person on the bed, "You called me here to waste time on someone who is about to die. Did I say something wrong?"