Upon hearing Jiang Miaomiao's words, Jing Yi immediately declined, "It's alright, Sister Miaomiao. You go change first. You still have guests to entertain."
Jiang Miaomiao's expression was gentle, but her smile didn't reach her eyes. "Then I'll go change clothes first." As she turned away, she was still tightly gripping her wine glass, her face darkening.
After Jiang Miaomiao had walked away, Jing Zeqian frowned deeply, seeing Jing Yi still dabbing at the water stains on her shoulder and arm with tissue paper.
"Jing Yi, didn't you say you weren't here to cause trouble? If you don't like Jiang Miaomiao, you didn't have to come. No one forced you! Why are you making a scene at someone else's party?!"
Jing Yi was already nervous, and now being scolded by Jing Zeqian made her mood even worse. "If I wasn't worried about you falling for someone's trap like an idiot, do you think I wanted to come?!"
Stung by Jing Yi's words, Jing Zeqian raised his voice, "Can you stop suspecting people all the time? Even if Jiang Miaomiao's personality isn't great, she's been my friend for nearly ten years. Can't you try to see things from my perspective?!"
"Do you think I'd be arguing with you here if I didn't have proof?!"
What was she supposed to say?! That she could predict the future and knew Jiang Miaomiao's plans? Or that she had read a book and knew the ending?!
And who could she tell?! Who would believe her and not think she was crazy?!
"How can you suspect someone without evidence? Aren't you being too full of yourself?!"
Jing Zejun and Wen Qingyan hadn't even entered the room yet when they heard the two arguing inside. It sounded different from their usual bickering, so Jing Zejun quickly hurried over.
"What's going on? Why are you fighting?"
Only when Jing Zejun entered did he see the large wet patch on Jing Yi's clothes. Her face was flushed red, and her usually lively almond eyes were tinged with anger. Anyone could see she was about to explode with rage.
"Yi Yi, why are your clothes wet?"
Jing Zeqian impatiently said, "Don't mind her. She did this to herself."
Jing Yi gently pushed Jing Zejun aside and looked at Jing Zeqian, her fists clenched tightly as she restrained the urge to punch him.
"She handed you the wine and you were about to drink it without a second thought. Don't you know you should never touch any drink that's been out of your sight?"
"I'll say it again, I've known Jiang Miaomiao for almost ten years. Even if you wanted to harm..."
"Second Brother!" Jing Zejun anxiously interrupted Jing Zeqian's words.
He had never treated Jing Yi so poorly before, not even when they first met.
As soon as the words left his mouth, Jing Zeqian regretted them. He pressed his lips together, his expression somewhat unnatural.
But Jing Yi had already understood what he meant to say. Her eyes quickly turned cold as she silently looked at Jing Zeqian.
She lowered her head and gave a small laugh, her tone calm, "Jing Zeqian, if I can't present evidence to you by the end of today, I'll go kowtow and apologize to your friend of ten years!"
Jing Zeqian was stunned, not expecting Jing Yi to make such a serious promise. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something.
"Jun Jun, let's go." Jing Yi had already walked past him, her face expressionless.
Jing Zejun glanced at Jing Zeqian and, without hesitation, followed Jing Yi. Seeing this, Wen Qingyan also followed.
Jing Zejun quickly caught up with Jing Yi. "Yi Yi, shall we go change your clothes first?" The smell of alcohol on her was quite strong.
Jing Yi tugged at the corner of her mouth. "It's fine. This is evidence. Let's go to the hospital first." As she spoke, she had already gotten into the car.
After escorting Jing Zejun to the parking lot, Wen Qingyan didn't follow further. After all, it was a family matter. "Call me if you need anything." Jing Zejun nodded, said goodbye to Wen Qingyan, and quickly got into the car.
"Drive," Jing Yi's voice came from inside.
The driver turned back, confused. "Aren't we waiting for the Second Young Master?"
"No!" Seeing that Jing Zejun didn't object, the driver started the car.
In the car, Jing Yi sat with her eyes tightly closed, lost in thought. Looking at her, Jing Zejun's eyes were full of worry.
"Yi Yi, don't be angry. Second Brother just speaks without thinking sometimes."
Jing Yi opened her eyes. Those eyes looked weary, having lost their usual sparkle. Seeming not to want to worry the person beside her, she still managed to curve her lips into a faint smile.
"It's okay. Jun Jun, call Big Brother first. We're going to that private hospital from before. I'm not sure if they can detect what's on my hands."
Only then did Jing Zejun notice the tissue paper and small container in her hand. He looked up in surprise, "You suspect she put something in the wine?" Jing Yi's expression was solemn, her eyes betraying a hint of complexity. "I'm not sure if it can be detected."
[I can only take a risk and try. If nothing can be found, it might be even harder to predict Jiang Miaomiao's actions later.]
Trying to lighten the heavy atmosphere in the car, Jing Yi said, "If nothing turns up, I guess I'll really have to go kowtow and apologize to her."
Jing Zejun patted her head, knowing Jing Yi must have been hurt by Jing Zeqian's words. His tone carried a hint of anger, "Let Second Brother go apologize himself!"
Jing Yi smiled, lowering her head to hide the disappointment in her eyes.
Ten minutes later, the car arrived at the hospital entrance. Fearing that too much time would make detection even harder, Jing Yi quickened her pace as she entered the hospital, with Jing Zejun following closely behind.
The doctor from before was already waiting for them in the lobby. Seeing the two still in evening wear, one of them smelling strongly of alcohol, he was puzzled.
Jing Yi handed the items to the doctor. "These are the samples. My big brother has already spoken to you, right?"
The doctor nodded, "Zeyou has already informed me. I'll take these for testing now. A nurse will show you two ladies to a waiting room. Or would you like me to prepare a change of clothes for you?"
Jing Yi shook her head, "It's fine. There are still some traces on my clothes. Do you need those?"
The doctor slightly raised the samples in his hand, "If we can't detect anything from these, it would be even harder to find anything on the clothes." Jing Yi thought about it and agreed, no longer worrying about it.
In the waiting room
Jing Yi leaned back on the sofa to rest, clearly smelling the alcohol on her clothes. "Jun Jun, is the smell on my clothes bothering you?"
Jing Zejun moved even closer to her, "It's just a bit of alcohol smell, how could it bother me?"
"That's good."
Jing Yi closed her eyes, her whole being very quiet. This made Jing Zejun even more worried. He said softly, "Yi Yi, are you very upset?"
Jing Yi kept her eyes closed, "A little bit."
[Although I had thought that I probably couldn't compare to his friend of ten years in that fool's heart, hearing him say it still hurts a little. Just a little bit.]
Jing Zejun felt heartbroken but didn't know how to comfort her. He could only silently keep her company.
Not long after, Jing Zeyou also arrived at the hospital, followed by Jing Zeqian, whose expression was complex and at a loss.
After Jing Yi left with Jing Zejun, Jing Zeqian had chased after them from the banquet hall, but by the time he arrived, the car had already driven away. Only Wen Qingyan, who was also preparing to leave, remained.
"Mr. Jing?"
"Where are they?"
Wen Qingyan raised his chin in the direction the car had gone, "Just left."
Jing Zeqian looked very frustrated. Wen Qingyan thought for a moment and decided to say something to him, "Mr. Jing, Jing Yi and Zejun are very worried about you."
