Supper Baby

007 Sleepy Tea, Savior Descends

Seeing her friend in a bad mood, Wen Youwei's eyes darted around. "So what? Watch this—I'll teach her a lesson for you."

Tan Qi didn't know what she was planning, but following her pointing finger, she immediately understood.

Pei Yan, Linjiang City's notorious playboy, was staring intently at Tan Mo's back. Clearly, he was very interested in this Second Miss Tan.

The Pei family's younger generation had two brothers: one a promising young talent, the other a good-for-nothing playboy.

Pei Yan was the latter. He went through girlfriends like clothes, and even his father couldn't control him.

Apparently, he had his eye on Tan Mo.

At this moment, Tan Mo should have been quietly lying low near the dessert tower until the party ended. But she had an uneasy feeling.

She scanned her surroundings, trying to pinpoint the source of this unease.

Xu Piao was deeply engrossed in conversation with her friend, Mrs. Zhou—didn't seem like scheming at all.

As for Tan Qi...

She didn't see Tan Qi at all, only that girl who was close to her, talking with some man.

This felt like a setup.

"Second Sister." Tan Qi walked toward her with a sweet smile.

These past days, Tan Qi had always looked displeased whenever she saw her—never with an expression like this, smiling so warmly it was unsettling.

A setup, definitely a setup. Even a child could tell something was wrong.

"Sister, let me take you somewhere, okay?" Tan Qi clasped her hands behind her back, tilting her head like an innocent little girl.

This act might win over elders, but to Tan Mo, it was as transparent as glass.

But refusing now would mean admitting sisterly discord in front of others—Tan Mo had no grounds to say no.

Tan Qi led her upstairs, where the Jiang family had set up lounge rooms.

"Uncle Jiang's black tea is really good. Want a cup?" Tan Qi sprinkled powder into the tea.

It was her first time doing something like this, and her hands trembled slightly.

"Amateur hour," Tan Mo critiqued silently.

Still, she accepted the tea and brought it to her nose.

It smelled wonderful—but it was laced with some damn "accessories."

Seeing her hesitate, Tan Qi leaned in anxiously, ready to urge her.

But in that instant, Tan Mo suddenly lunged forward, grabbed her by the throat, and forced the tea down her throat.

"You—!" Choked by the tea, Tan Qi's legs gave way.

Still, Tan Qi breathed a sigh of relief—at least the powder was just a sedative, nothing too serious.

Tan Mo gently laid her on the sofa, gave a little two-finger salute, and said, "Sorry, but you can enjoy this tea yourself."

Probably from carrying her, the wound on her arm was aching.

The accident had taken too much of a toll on her body.

Tan Mo was about to leave the room, but the moment she pushed open the door, her expression changed drastically.

Pei Yan was already waiting outside the door. Seeing Tan Mo open it, he knew Tan Qi had failed.

Still, at least she hadn't escaped—so the prey within reach wasn't getting away.

"Tch." Tan Mo was quick enough to react. Seeing him right outside, she immediately retreated.

She had dodged the spiked tea but couldn't avoid this ambush.

"Who are you?" She hid behind the sofa, warily watching Pei Yan approach.

The man had locked the door when he entered. To get it open, she'd need at least ten seconds—and the sofa was too close; she'd be caught trying.

Then she noticed the balcony near the lounge.

It was close to the crowded main hall—maybe she could call for help. Even if not, she could buy time and circle back to the door.

"Don't worry, you'll find out soon enough." Pei Yan smirked and moved closer.

Looking closely now, this Second Miss was actually quite lovely—you'd never guess she'd been in an accident.

He lunged straight at her. Just as he was about to grab her, his hand sprang back as if shocked.

She didn't know what had happened, but Tan Mo knew this was her chance.

She bolted for the balcony.

Just as she thought, there were plenty of people below.

"Help!" she shouted.

But the balcony was directly above the stage where the Jiang family's performers were playing. The noise below was too loud—no one heard her cries.

She scanned the balcony and, ignoring the danger of dropping things on people below, grabbed a potted plant and hurled it toward the stage.

The pot shattered. All attention snapped upward.

But in those few seconds, Pei Yan had already caught up.

"Scream all you want. No one can hear you." He reached for her.

Tan Mo tried to back away, but her back was already against the balcony railing. There was nowhere left to go.

Her shoulders trembled slightly, her heart pounding wildly.

Pei Yan's wandering hand never reached her—instead, it was firmly gripped by someone else, immobilized.

"It's not nice to bully little sisters."

She opened her eyes and saw a woman in a black dress crouched on the balcony railing, holding Pei Yan motionless with just one hand.

Huaisheng pressed down on her head. "Little sister, duck."

Tan Mo followed her order and crouched down. The next moment, a leg swept directly into Pei Yan's chest, sending him crashing to the ground.

Though what followed was quite violent, Tan Mo still peeked through her fingers and watched the whole thing.

This black-dressed woman who had descended from the sky was practically grinding Pei Yan into the floor—a few punches and kicks, and he was down.

Finished with her work, Huaisheng straightened her skirt and turned around. "You can stand up now, little sister."

Tan Mo rose to her feet.

"Thank you."

"Helping those in need is a virtue passed down through generations in our great Xia nation. No need for thanks." She gave the groaning Pei Yan on the floor one more kick, then walked over to open the door.

The falling potted plant hadn't hit anyone—it had only caused a small commotion.

The Jiang family was seasoned enough to handle bigger storms, so they easily smoothed over the incident with a plausible excuse.

The music played on, the performances continued. Aside from one missing pot on the balcony, it was as if nothing had happened.

Jiang Tingfang, the birthday girl, wasn't celebrating with the guests. Instead, she sat in the security room, reviewing surveillance footage.

She wanted to see who had a grudge against her, trying to ruin such an important day.

"Miss Jiang, sorry to interrupt." Huaisheng entered, Tan Mo in tow.

"Dr. Huaisheng?"

Though they'd met only briefly, Jiang Tingfang had a sharp memory and immediately recognized her.

"Watching the footage?" Huaisheng walked over and set the playback to 8x speed.

"Yes. Anyone who dares to cause trouble at my birthday party—I won't let them off easily." Jiang Tingfang smoothed her hair, then noticed the person Huaisheng had brought in.

"Second Miss Tan, hello." She extended her hand. "I'm Jiang Tingfang, the second daughter of the Jiangdong Group. You can call me Tingfang or Second Jiang."

This was an olive branch.

Tan Mo naturally accepted the handshake. "Hello, I'm Tan Mo. Mo as in 'silence.'"

"Dr. Huaisheng, bringing Miss Tan here—do you have some information?"

Huaisheng just smiled. "She's the one who threw the potted plant. I brought her here hoping you'd give her a chance to explain the situation."