Jiangjing Villa.
After dinner, Si Fan was ordered by Jiang Qin to return to her room and rest.
Jun Yan hadn't left yet and was keeping her company in the room.
But Si Fan didn't rest; she sat on a single-seater sofa, idly scrolling through her phone.
Jun Yan stood by the window, answered a call, then turned around to Si Fan, naturally wrapped his arms around her waist, gently lifting her to sit on his lap, "Just got news from the hospital, Si Mingyuan's limbs have been amputated."
Si Fan lazily leaned against him, raising an eyebrow, "Your handiwork?"
With the warmth of a soft jade in his embrace, he couldn't help but tighten his arms, gazing into her eyes, "Yes, do you like it?"
Si Fan curled her lips, "Of course, as long as it makes him wish for death over being alive."
She was never a good person by nature. Raised to be an empress with no ties of love or compassion, she was inherently cold, with a bloodthirsty streak, never hesitating to kill.
