Chapter 64: The Hated Miss of the Dating Show (13)

Chapter 64: The Unpopular Socialite on the Dating Show (13)

Did I scratch her with something?

Tang Qing frowned, following An Shenshen’s woeful expression, and indeed saw a long, fresh scratch on her arm—slightly swollen and red.

"Jiajia, it hurts a bit. Can you help me get some medicine from the staff?" The scratch wasn’t deep, but it was long and looked pretty bad at first glance.

Shi Jia froze for a moment before quickly reacting, directing her anger at Tang Qing. "Even if you want to win, you don’t have to pull such shady moves!"

"Tang Qing, that’s way out of line! You hurt Shenshen like this—apologize!"

Glaring furiously at Tang Qing, Shi Jia couldn’t believe the heiress would sink this low. "Shenshen already said she wasn’t that strong and didn’t even plan to win against you. How could you be so vicious? This scratch is so long—what if it leaves a scar?"

An Shenshen was crying her eyes out, looking as though she had suffered some huge injustice.

The commotion drew the attention of the male guests, who were stunned when they saw the wound on An Shenshen’s arm. Sun Ziang was the first to speak. "Tang Qing, even if you don’t like Shenshen, this is going too far."

"A girl’s skin is delicate. If it really scars, it’ll be terrible."

Sun Ziang only glanced briefly, asking no questions, and quickly aligned himself with Shi Jia.

"Hmph, some people are just vicious, willing to do anything to win—so trashy." Seeing others chime in, Shi Jia became even more relentless, demanding an apology from Tang Qing.

Wen Yixuan saw things going south and cautiously spoke up. "Um, Tang Qing doesn’t have anything sharp on her. Could this be a misunderstanding?"

Everyone was wearing swimsuits with almost no accessories—what could have scratched An Shenshen?

Wen Yixuan’s words only provoked Shi Jia further, shifting the blame onto her. "What, did a few bites of food make you her lackey? Now you’re rushing to kiss up to her?"

"If it wasn’t her, then who? Shenshen didn’t have this scratch before falling into the water! She pushed her, and now Shenshen’s hurt—and you’re saying it wasn’t her?"

"Wen Yixuan, if she can hurt Shenshen like this today, watch out—you might be next. Even if you’re brown-nosing her, think about the consequences."

This was pure indiscriminate aggression. Tang Qing crossed her arms, remaining silent for now. She wanted to see how far An Shenshen would take this act.

"Maybe it was an accident," Xiang Xiuran interjected, defending Tang Qing. "There might have been something sharp in the pool that accidentally scratched her."

"Shenshen, your injury needs attention. Let’s deal with that first," Su Chengwen added, playing the peacemaker, clearly trying to diffuse the conflict.

Hearing their words, An Shenshen, still putting on her waterworks, let a flash of resentment show. Were these two siding with Tang Qing?

Did they have feelings for her?

Seemingly doubling down, An Shenshen turned on the waterworks full blast. "I’m fine… maybe it really was… an accident."

"Tang Qing, it hurt so much earlier… I might have been mistaken…" Though she said it might’ve been an accident, her gaze toward Tang Qing carried obvious avoidance, making it seem like she was afraid of her.

"Wait, did anyone actually see the heiress do it?"

"An Shenshen looks like she’s in so much pain, and she seems scared of Tang Qing."

"This makes me so mad—Tang Qing, apologize!"

With An Shenshen’s performance, the chat started turning. Many began condemning Tang Qing, even bringing up all her past crap on the show to accuse her of not just having a bad temper but also poor character.

"OMG, I’ve wanted to say this—you thirsty stans have no standards. Just because she’s pretty, you’ll stan someone so rude?"

"Tang Qing went too far this time. That scratch must be killing her—it’s so long."

"This girl's got serious violent tendencies—someone should call the cops."

Just as the argument was at its peak, Mi Yang suddenly stepped into the frame, dripping wet, having just come up from the water.

"Is this what caused the scratch?" Mi Yang's words drew everyone's attention. In his hand was a silver hairpin, and between the tiny diamonds were traces of dried blood.

An Shenshen, who had been putting on her waterworks, froze in shock, staring at the hairpin with disbelief in her eyes.

How the hell did Mi Yang find this?

More importantly, why was he holding it in a transparent plastic bag...?

What did he mean by this?

Her mind racing, An Shenshen instinctively bit her lip, staring fixedly at the hairpin, her voice caught in her throat.

"Just fished this out from underwater," Mi Yang said calmly, holding the hairpin out to Tang Qing. "Yours?"

Wen Yixuan immediately spoke up, "It's not Tang Qing's. She didn't bring anything with her today."

This just pissed Shi Jia off more. "Oh wow, since when are you the expert on what she's carrying? Did you even check her? For all we know, she could've hidden it somewhere, waiting for our Shenshen to fall into her trap."

Wen Yixuan was absolutely sure. As a manga artist, her observational skills were sharper than most, especially when it came to beautiful things.

Tang Qing had looked stunning today—so stunning that Wen Yixuan couldn't help but stare, checking her out from head to toe. No way Tang had that hairpin on her.

"Then... An Shenshen, do you recognize this hairpin?" Mi Yang, for reasons unknown, turned to the victim. "Think carefully. Could this be what scratched you?"

"I... I don't know," An Shenshen stammered, her eyes darting around nervously, like a wounded deer caught in headlights, her voice trembling. "I don't remember... After Tang Qing pushed me, my arm just hurt so much..."

Seriously? Still playing the victim card?

Tang Qing had seen through An Shenshen's game long ago—planting evidence, framing others. Pathetic and predictable.

"How... convenient," Tang Qing finally spoke, her lips curling into a smile. "This thing isn't mine, so where the hell did it come from?"

Taking the plastic bag from Mi Yang, Tang Qing held it up to the sunlight, squinting as she turned it in the light. Her voice was light, almost airy, but her words hit An Shenshen like a punch to the gut.

"Let's call the police," Tang Qing said. "There should be fingerprints on this. I'll pay for the fingerprint analysis."

"An Shenshen, after all those crocodile tears—you wouldn't want your performance to go to waste, now would we?"