"Nie Yue has already drunk the juice that I drugged. She's unconscious on the couch now."

"Are the bodyguards ready? Have them come over now. After Nie Yue loses... her virtue, I want to capture that moment and send it to Zheng Fan!"

"I wonder if Zheng Fan will still want her then! Hahaha..."

Nie Yue was lying on the couch, awakened by the boisterous laughter from her sister, Nie Meijing.

She bit her lips incredulously, never expecting Nie Meijing would stoop so low as to drug her.

Nie Meijing's mother was an interloper who had become their stepmother. Although Nie Yue had always been cool with Nie Meijing and her mother in the family, there were no deep-seated hatred between them.

"Alright, come quickly. I can't wait to see Zheng Fan's face!"

Nie Meijing ended the call and was about to undress Nie Yue on the couch.

Nie Yue's eyes flicked open abruptly, grabbing Nie Meijing's wrist, "Nie Meijing, has it been difficult for you these years, playing the goody-two-shoes in our family?"

Nie Meijing shuddered in fright, "How... how did you wake up?"

"If I don't, should I wait to be stripped and photographed?" Nie Yue sneered, a hint of mockery in her icy gaze.

"I don’t understand what you're talking about!" Nie Meijing panicked, trying to flee.

But her wrist was tightly held by Nie Yue, she couldn't break free.

"Don't understand me? Fine then, I'll enlighten you." With that, Nie Yue stood up, dragging Nie Meijing to the table.

With one hand, Nie Yue raised the glass of juice she'd only taken a sip from just now. With the other hand, she gripped Nie Meijing's chin, forcing the juice into her mouth.

Nie Meiqing struggled desperately, shaking her head, "Let go of me, Nie Yue... let me go..."

She was choked into a coughing fit, her face full of pitifulness.

At this time, Zheng Fan, her fiancé who had heard the noise outside stepped in. On seeing the scene, he immediately went forward to grab Nie Yue's wrist, separating the two.

"What are you two doing?" Zheng Fan asked with a puzzled expression.

Nie Yue replied with a calm face, "Zheng Fan, you came just at the right time. Nie Meiqing drugged my juice and tried to humiliate me by calling for her bodyguard. However, I caught them both!"

"So I poured the juice into her mouth so that she could taste being drugged."

Nie Meiqing shook her head, her face full of misery, "I didn’t do anything, why are you framing me!?"

"Nie Yue, I know you have always disliked me. Therefore, I always tried to get along with you carefully, fearing to upset you. But why are you still slandering me? Mr. Fan, I really didn’t do it…"

Seeing the situation, Zheng Fan felt a pang of distress.

He turned to face Nie Yue and said, "Nie Yue, you are already the miss of the Nie family. Nobody can undermine your position. Why do you want to frame Meiqing?"

Upon hearing these words, Nie Yue felt somewhat offended. He called her Meiqing?

Since when did they become so intimate?

Nie Yue looked at Zheng Fan, a trace of doubt evident in her eyes.

"It's okay to be willful on any other day, but on such matters, you should not behave recklessly," said Zheng Fan. After that, he glanced at Nie Meiqing with pitiful eyes, "Meiqing has always tolerated you, don't go too far…"

Upon hearing this, Nie Yue, looking at Zheng Fan's self-righteous expression, thought it was ridiculously laughable.

The corner of her mouth lifted into a mocking smirk, "So, you trust her, not me?"