The engagement was with the younger brother, but I've fallen for the older brother.

For a moment, the ward was like a silent film that had been paused.

Everyone was stunned.

Si Ningyou's aggrieved expression froze on her face, her words stuck in her throat.

Why did that idiot recite her lines?

What kind of roles does she play?

Si Congshan frowned deeply: "Mianmian, what nonsense are you spouting!"

Ruan Qiutang also came to her senses: "You can't think of your sister like that."

"I'm sorry, Mom and Dad."

Si Yimian's voice softened.

She didn't even need to think; the moment Si Ningyou bent over, she knew which flavor of rainbow candy to put in.

"It's the same process every time, I've become kind of conditioned reflex to it."

"So this time, I'll just go through the process myself first to avoid any trouble."

Si Yimian's words left Si Congshan and Ruan Qiutang speechless for a moment.

Si Congshan opened his mouth as if to say something, but Si Ningyou choked up first.

"Mianmian, I just think it's a bit of a coincidence."

Her tears fell without warning, sliding down her pale cheeks.

"Everyone in my family knows I have a severe nut allergy. I never keep any nut products in the kitchen."

"Mianmian, if you really misunderstood something, I won't blame you."

"I know you've always felt that I stole your place, you just want to..."

Si Yimian asked sincerely, "Do you really want you to die?"

Si Ningyou was speechless.

The entire room fell silent for a moment.

Si Yimian bit her lower lip, thought seriously, and continued to deliver the final blow.

"If I really wanted you dead, I definitely wouldn't have measured out the amount of nut powder."

She paused, then tilted her head and smiled.

"I would directly add paraquat, mixed with root rot control agent and toilet cleaner."

"If one spoonful isn't enough, use two. Even a god couldn't save you."

That soft, gentle tone was actually uttering lines from a law enforcement officer.

"Mianmian!"

Si Congshan sternly stopped him, his face turning ashen.

Si Yimian shrank her neck and instantly became a well-behaved child.

"Dad, don't be angry. I was just joking. I know that murder leads to jail time."

Si Congshan choked and his face turned pale.

Why is this child speaking in such a sarcastic tone?

Yet, with an innocent and earnest expression, and no sense of aggression whatsoever, it's impossible to find a reason to get angry.

He Nanxian took half a step forward and blocked Si Ningyou's bed.

"Mianmian, that's enough."

"Ning You was just raising a reasonable suspicion. After all, an allergic reaction is no small matter; she almost went into shock."

"Do you have to say it so harshly?"

Si Yimian looked at him quietly, then suddenly smiled.

"Reasonable doubt?"

"Since my sister suspects me, I also have a question to ask."

Si Yimian changed the subject, her gaze falling on her injured leg, her voice softening.

"Why did my sister deliberately push me onto the pile of broken glass tonight?"

"It made me need three stitches in my thigh, it hurts so much."

His words struck like a thunderbolt from a clear sky, leaving everyone stunned.

Si Ningyou suddenly looked up.

When did I push her?

What kind of unorthodox method is this?

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

"Am I talking nonsense?"

Si Yimian retorted, her eyes wide open.

"When I fell against the glass, someone pushed me hard."

"The spot where it was pushed is exactly where you're standing."

"But I didn't push you!"

Si Ningyou denied it in a choked voice.

He Nanxian frowned and replied, "Mianmian, stop fooling around. Why would Ning You push you?"

Si Yimian looked at him with a puzzled expression.

"I can't exactly throw myself onto the glass, can I?"

"I'm not stupid, I know that broken glass hurts."

She turned to look at He Sichen, her voice softening slightly.

"Dr. He, does my injury look like I did it on purpose?"

In short, the power of judgment was thrown into his hands.

All eyes turned to the man who had remained silent.

He Sichen stood at the foot of the bed, his white coat spotless, his eyes and brows concealing a detached indifference.

He originally thought this was just another lackluster farce by the Si family.

Si Yimian was still the same silent, bullied girl.

From the moment she entered until now, she has been delivering a series of fluent and smooth messages, setting traps and pitfalls.

She can feign innocence and act clever.

They also knew when to drag him into the mess.

This little girl seems to have changed her mind overnight.

Not only does she fit his aesthetic preferences, but now even her personality exudes a wicked charm that suits his taste.

He wanted to see what other trouble she could cause.

"Brother, what do you think about this?"

He Nanxian spoke first.

"I'll sit and watch."

He Sichen's thin lips parted slightly, his voice flat.

Four words left He Nanxian speechless.

Everyone: "..."

He Nanxian frowned.

"Brother, I'm seriously asking for your opinion."

He Sichen then slowly turned around and walked towards the armchair by the wall.

He calmly sat down, crossing his long legs.

Despite being shorter, his imposing presence silenced the entire room.

He looked up, his light-colored pupils staring directly at Si Ningyou.

"Since you insist on asking, I can add something."

"Judging from the shape of the wound, the glass was inserted vertically, indicating a clean and decisive impact."

"Self-harm wounds are usually caused by subconscious retraction, and the wounds are often shallow and disordered."

He paused for a moment, his gaze sweeping over Si Yimian before returning to his own.

"Miss Si, this doesn't seem like it."

A light suddenly shone in Si Yimian's eyes.

They succeeded, but they still had to keep it to themselves.

This man is definitely savvy.

She looked at Si Ningyou again.

"Did you hear that, sister?"

Seeing that things were not going well, Si Ningyou immediately spoke up.

"It was so chaotic at the time, it might have been someone's mistake..."

Si Yimian tilted her head back, her eyes curving into crescent moons.

"My sister says she didn't push him, do you have any proof?"

Si Ningyou was taken aback by the question.

She didn't push it at all, so where did the evidence come from?

But given the circumstances, she had no choice but to bite the bullet and bite back at Si Yimian.

"And what about you?"

"Do you have evidence to prove you didn't put nut powder in that glass of orange juice?"

Si Yi raised her hand softly, like a good student speaking in class.

"I have it."

Three words, spoken lightly yet with unwavering certainty.

Si Ningyou's heart skipped a beat.

Si Yimian took out her phone, swiped a few times, and then flipped it over.

A video begins to play.

In the video, the nanny, Zhang Ma, has her back to the camera and furtively sprinkles powder into orange juice.

After stirring quickly, he nervously looked around.

Si Congshan and Ruan Qiutang's faces turned as black as the bottom of a pot on the spot.

He Nanxian's gaze darted back and forth between the video and Si Yimian's face, hesitating to speak.

Only He Sichen remained relaxed, leaning back with his knuckles lightly tapping on the armrest.

"I was passing by the kitchen when I saw Aunt Zhang putting something into the juicer. I thought she was poisoning it."

"I was terrified and almost rushed in to stop it."

"But then I thought, what if Auntie just added sugar?"

"So I thought, let's record it first, in case something goes wrong, it can be used as evidence."

Ruan Qiutang covered her mouth.

"Zhang Ma...how dare she?"

"Mom, she's so daring."

Si Yimian put away her phone.

"Before coming to the hospital, I casually called the police. Now Aunt Zhang is drinking chrysanthemum tea at the police station."

"In the era of big data, everything leaves a trace, and people leave a legacy. The truth will eventually come out."

Si Ningyou's mind was a complete mess.

When did this little idiot develop a sense of reason?

Her tone was more like that of a ten-year-old tea.

Si Congshan took a deep breath and spoke in a deep voice.

"Since Mianmian has evidence, let's hand this over to the police."

Si Yimian nodded, then looked at Si Ningyou again, looking like she was earnestly seeking advice.

"I have submitted all my evidence."

"Sister, what about yours?"