Chapter 2: Teaching the Mistress a Lesson
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“Yi Lan jie jie… I never meant to steal Wu Han ge ge from you. But love can’t be forced. The truth is, we were destined to love each other. I hope you can let go of him… for me.”
Fang Mei Lin said those words without a trace of guilt. In fact, she looked at Yi Lan with a defiant stare, completely confident that Song Wu Han would choose her over Yi Lan.
“Shut your mouth, Mei Lin!”
Song Wu Han shouted angrily, glaring at her. He never expected the girl to provoke her own sister like that. In truth, he had only used Mei Lin to satisfy his lust. It all started because Mei Lin wouldn’t stop seducing him. Every time he tutored her, she would wear revealing clothes and openly flirt with him. Though he tried to resist, his desires as a man eventually overcame his will.
At one point, Song Wu Han had even asked Yi Lan to fulfill his needs, but she firmly refused. Yi Lan told him she would only do such things after they were married. Though disappointed, Song Wu Han didn’t want to force the woman he loved.
After being rejected, he decided to stop tutoring Fang Mei Lin. But on the last day of their lesson, Mei Lin secretly spiked his drink with an aphrodisiac. Under its influence, he lost control, and they ended up sleeping together. When he regained consciousness, it was already too late. Fang Mei Lin demanded that he take responsibility, claiming she had been a virgin before that night. She even had proof—a video recording of their encounter. With that evidence, she blackmailed him into becoming her boyfriend, threatening to post everything online if he refused.
Song Wu Han was furious at being cornered, but he had no choice. He agreed to date her in secret. His original plan was to destroy the evidence later, but as time passed, he grew used to Mei Lin’s presence. Even though she wasn’t as enchanting as Yi Lan, she knew exactly how to please him in bed. If he hadn’t seen proof of her virginity, he would never have believed she was innocent before that night.
After months of a secret affair, Song Wu Han had grown accustomed to Mei Lin’s company. Whenever Yi Lan was busy with her studies or hospital shifts, he would call Mei Lin to keep him company. Yet, deep down, he knew Yi Lan still held the most important place in his heart. To him, Mei Lin was nothing more than an outlet for his lust.
But Fang Mei Lin wasn’t satisfied with being a secret lover. She wanted Song Wu Han to belong to her completely. Together with her mother, Li Yin, she devised a plan to break up Yi Lan and Song Wu Han. Pretending that Wu Han was drunk and needed help, they lured Yi Lan to a hotel room. Their goal was simple—to make Yi Lan witness the betrayal with her own eyes.
Yi Lan looked at her stepsister coldly, then walked up to her and slapped her across the face—hard. The sound echoed sharply.
“SLAAP!”
“Ahh!”
Blood instantly appeared on Mei Lin’s lips.
“You filthy woman! You’re just like your mother—one steals someone else’s husband, and the other steals someone else’s boyfriend. You’re both disgraceful! You belong in a brothel, not in this world!”
Yi Lan’s voice was icy. Though her heart was shattered, she wouldn’t let Fang Mei Lin go unpunished. Her sister had dared to steal her man—now she would make her pay for it. A thief should never walk away without consequence.
“SLAAP! That’s for stealing your sister’s boyfriend!”
“SLAAP! That’s for your mother stealing my father!”
“SLAAP! And that’s because I’m sick of seeing your face!”
“Stop it, Yi Lan!”
Song Wu Han grabbed Yi Lan’s hands, trying to restrain her. He had never seen her this furious before. The gentle, soft-spoken Yi Lan was gone—replaced by a woman consumed with rage and pain. Deep inside, he blamed himself. His betrayal had turned the woman he loved into this.
“THUD!”
Becauss her hands were trapped in Wu Han's grip, Yi Lan suddenly kicked Song Wu Han hard in the stomach. He fell to the floor, groaning in pain. Freeing herself, Yi Lan shook her hands in disgust—she couldn’t bear being touched by the man who had betrayed her.
“Yi Lan… please, forgive me, my love. I regret everything. I’ll end things with Mei Lin, I swear. I only love you, Yi Lan…”
“No, ge ge! Don’t break up with me!” Fang Mei Lin screamed desperately. “I gave you my virginity—you have to take responsibility! If you leave me, I’ll kill myself right here!”
Hearing his words, Mei Lin completely lost control. Even though Song Wu Han had slept with her many times, she still meant nothing compared to Yi Lan. That realization filled her with rage and despair.
“CRASH!”
Suddenly, Fang Mei Lin grabbed a wine glass from the bedside table and smashed it. Then, without hesitation, she slashed her wrist with the shard. Blood immediately gushed out, staining the white sheets.
“Mei Lin!!!”
Song Wu Han froze in horror. He hadn’t expected her to actually do it. Panic overtook him as he tried to stop the bleeding, but he didn’t know what to do.
Yi Lan frowned, watching the scene coldly. A small part of her wanted to let Mei Lin die right there. But as a doctor, her conscience wouldn’t allow it. Her medical instincts kicked in, and she finally knelt down—ready to save the very woman who had stolen her lover.
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