Chapter 1: Who Killed the Person

At three in the morning, Su Qianci hurried to the Li family. "I need to see him!"

"Sorry, the young master said... Su Qianci and dogs are not allowed inside!"

With a loud 'bang' in her heart, Su Qianci felt like something was shattering inside her. She shouted, "Li Sicheng, come out and let's talk. My grandfather's death has nothing to do with me. I was knocked unconscious, and when I woke up, my grandfather was already dead!"

The security guard stared coldly at the half-scarred face on her, saying nothing.

"Give up," a soft voice came, and a woman who looked to be in her late twenties stood inside the iron gate, graceful and elegant. "He won't see you. Grandfather just passed away, and he needs peace."

It was her, Li Sicheng's acknowledged lover, and also the woman she once thought was her best friend, Tang Mengying.

For the past five years, as Li Sicheng's companion, in the eyes of the media and the public, Tang Mengying had become the ideal Mrs. Li, while Su Qianci was nothing but a decoration.

Step by step, Tang Mengying walked down the steps, and the security guard opened the iron gate for her, treating her like royalty. Su Qianci watched, seething with hatred for this woman.

"You two, go do something else. I want to talk to her alone."

The two security guards glanced at each other and quickly nodded, leaving.

"Grandfather wasn't killed by me!"

"I know, of course, your grandfather wasn't killed by you." Tang Mengying smiled faintly and walked outside, quickly reaching the pond across from the Tang family's gate.

There was a main road in front of the Tang family's gate, and across the road was a pond. With no streetlights on the other side, it was difficult to discern the exact location.

Feeling something was amiss, Su Qianci hurried to catch up. "What do you mean?"

"Of course, your grandfather wasn't killed by you. You were knocked unconscious by me. How could you have killed him?"

Su Qianci stared at her, wide-eyed. "Could it be... you!"

"Hush..." Tang Mengying put a finger to her lips, smiling smugly.

"It's really you! You despicable woman. Grandfather was so good to you, why would you..."

"Good?" Tang Mengying sneered. "If it weren't for that old man, I would have been the one marrying Sicheng's brother, not you. I grew up under his care, but he just didn't like me. That old man could have died long ago!"

"You are terrible. I'm going to tell them!"

Su Qianci turned to leave, but Tang Mengying was unfazed, sneering, "Do you think they will believe you?"

Su Qianci stopped in her tracks.

"Just like when you tried to explain that you didn't drug Sicheng's brother, who would believe you?"

Su Qianci turned around suddenly, unable to believe what she was hearing.

Tang Mengying enjoyed seeing her reaction. "Just like when you said you didn't set the fire to kill me, who would believe you?"

"What do you mean, Tang Mengying!" Something flashed in Su Qianci's mind, "It's you!"

"That's right, it's me." Tang Mengying sneered, "But so what? Remember when you came to my house and I almost died from gas poisoning? You said you didn't tamper with it. Who would believe you? Later, when Sicheng was kidnapped by a cult and almost burned to death in an abandoned warehouse, everyone saw that I saved him. But you were unconscious at the scene. You said you didn't start the fire. Who would believe you?"

Caught off guard by the mention of that past, Su Qianci instinctively reached for her face.

She had pushed Li Sicheng out of the fire with all her might, but she couldn't escape herself. The fire had destroyed half of her face and her entire life.

She was the illegitimate daughter of the Su family.

When she returned to the Su family at the age of eighteen, she knew she was going to marry Li Sicheng, but she didn't know he had a childhood friend named Tang Mengying.

Since marrying him at the age of twenty, she had been constantly compared to Tang Mengying.

Tang Mengying was elegant and graceful, while she was coarse and vulgar.

Tang Mengying was kind and good-hearted, while she was malicious and scheming.

Tang Mengying had studied abroad, while she had married Li Sicheng before finishing college.

She had foolishly considered her a good friend from the age of eighteen to twenty-five, not realizing that everything she had was destroyed by her.

Everyone knew that she had drugged Tang Mengying to provoke her, started a fire to kill her, and intentionally miscarried her own child to frame Tang Mengying.

It was an ingrained belief that no one saw what she had done to be worthy of Li Sicheng.

When she stayed up late to help Li Sicheng revise his plans and fell ill, they said she was being dramatic.

When she learned to cook to help Li Sicheng with his stomach problems, they said she was calculating.

When she dropped out of school to fulfill her grandfather's wish for a grandchild, they said she was not ambitious.

After the Su family went bankrupt, they said she was climbing too high and was lowly.

After she miscarried, they said she was sinful and didn't deserve to be pregnant, even saying that even God wanted to take the child away from her.

Later, she gradually realized that whatever Tang Mengying did was right, and whatever she did was wrong.

Until yesterday, when she woke up to find her grandfather dead at the bottom of the stairs, and when she stood on the second floor looking down, the police broke in, and Su Qianci became the murderer without a hitch.

"You despicable woman! Why, why do you want to harm me like this!" Su Qianci lunged at Tang Mengying like a madwoman.

Tang Mengying had learned martial arts, and she dodged, grabbing her and pushing her into the pond.

Gasping for air, Su Qianci struggled desperately. "Help..."

"Gurgle, gurgle"

Tang Mengying watched coldly from the shore. "Rest assured, I will take your place and become Mrs. Li..."