C1 You Can Go to Jail for Your Sister!

Night at the Crown Hotel, Room 1808.

"I killed someone! I, I killed someone! Mom, what do I do now? Am I going to jail? My life is over!"

Soong Qingrou stared at the body on the floor and her bloodstained hands, her mind seemingly adrift. Her voice shook with fear as she desperately sought comfort from Ann Yun. "I didn't mean to do it, I truly didn't. He ran into me; it wasn't my intention to kill him."

Looking up, she caught sight of Soong Qingyue and clutched her hand, her voice breaking with sobs, "Sis, I've killed someone. I'm going to jail. I can't go to jail!"

There was a glint of hope in Soong Qingrou's eyes as she pleaded with Soong Qingyue, "Sis, if the police find out, could you take my place in jail?"

Soong Qingyue yanked her hand away forcefully. "I didn't kill him. Why should I take your place?"

"You owe me!" Soong Qingrou shrieked. "You took my fiancé. Shouldn't you be the one to go to jail for me?"

Soong Qingyue's gaze turned icy. "Soong Qingrou, you were the one who let go of Ye Qingchuan. How is that my fault?"

"Enough!" Ann Yun's face was stern as she fixed her gaze on Soong Qingyue. "Qingyue, your sister is frail. She won't survive the harshness of prison. When the police arrive, just claim it was excessive self-defense, not premeditated murder. I'm confident the judge will be lenient."

Soong Qingyue stared at Ann Yun in disbelief. "Mom, what are you saying? You expect me to serve time for Soong Qingrou? She's the one who committed the crime, not me!"

Ann Yun looked at her coldly. "She's your sister. Shouldn't you, as her elder sister, protect her?"

Protect her? To the extent of going to jail myself?

"Moreover, Qingrou is only twenty years old. Her life is just beginning; she shouldn't have to carry this burden."

"So she shouldn't have to, but I should? Aren't I also in my twenties?"

Soong Qingyue's voice rose sharply, her eyes brimming with tears that she stubbornly held back.

"Why are you yelling? Hoping to attract the police? Rest assured, I'll pull some strings to get you a reduced sentence. Once you're out, you'll still be the First Miss Soong," Ann Yun said, her gaze on Soong Qingyue as if she were a stranger.

Soong Qingyue, with a furrowed brow, retorted icily, "If you're so capable, why not shorten Soong Qingrou's sentence and make arrangements for her to—"

"Smack!"

Before Soong Qingyue could finish, a stinging slap cut her off.

"Do you not understand plain English? She's your sister! How can you stand the thought of her in jail?" Ann Yun snapped, glaring at Soong Qingyue.

"And you can stand the thought of me in jail?" Soong Qingyue shot back.

"You!" Ann Yun was so furious she was at a loss for words.

"Sis, please, I'm begging you to take my place, will you?" Soong Qingrou clutched at Soong Qingyue's hand, looking as though she was ready to kneel. "I really don't want to go to jail. Consider it a repayment, and I won't hold the issue with Qingchuan against you anymore, okay?"

Ye Qingchuan entered just in time to witness the scene. He strode over to Soong Qingrou, steadying her, his expression stern. "Soong Qingyue, when will you stop tormenting Qingrou?"

"Me, tormenting her?"

Soong Qingrou saw her husband supporting her sister, his cold gaze directed at her, and felt her heart sink.

"You're not suggesting Qingrou is the one bullying you, are you?" Ye Qingchuan's eyes were filled with contempt as he addressed Soong Qingyue. "I've really underestimated you, Soong Qingyue. Not only are you manipulative, but now you've stooped to defamation."