Still confused?

Su Jianjun skipped towards the door and disappeared inside it, too. And while she was still debating on whether she was supposed to follow them or not, Su Jianjun's head poked out of the door with a bright smile. "Are you coming in to see your husband or should I tell him you've run away?"

Ying Yue felt like puking blood. What kind of question was that? Blinking, she lowered her gun slightly and followed suit.

The pitiful sight of Fei Huangjin with blood dripping all over his bare chest was an unusual sight for Ying Yue – so much that when she stepped in, she couldn't contain her shock and bit down on her knuckle to stop herself from reacting. His face and lips were pail, and a small puddle of blood had pooled near where he sat. Despite his sordid state, however, Fei Huangjin still had the audacity to smile and joke. "Good evening, honey."

Ying Yue didn't reply, and instead flashed a furious face at Su Jianjun, who was grinning from ear to ear. She aimed her gun at his head.

The man clapped his hands together and then pointed at her gun. "Now, now, I think it would be best to put that gun down or your brother shoots your beloved."

My brother?

When she turned her head towards Song Yinan, who was leaning against the wall on the other side of the room, he was indeed pointing his gun at Fei Huangjin with a bored look on his face. No... Brother Yinan. How could you be like this?

Su Jianjun's smile slipped when he saw that she wasn't complying and he eyed Ying Yue with displeasure. "I said put the gun down." This time, she did as she was told, and even kicked it a few feet away from her as a sign of goodwill. This appeared to please Su Jianjun, and a smile crept up his face again.

Seriously, was this man bipolar or something? She'd never seen someone shift from being crazy to serious that fast.

"Why are you doing this?" Ying Yue asked.

"Why? You're asking me why?" He laughed aloud. "Oh yes, you must all be confused about it, right?" His eyes were filled with mirth as he shifted his gaze from Ying Yue to Fei Huangjin and back. He angled his thumb towards the bleeding man and laughed again. "I just want to destroy this fucking asshole's life, and the best way to do that is by killing you, the young mistress of the Fei family."

Fei Huangjin's brows furrowed, and Ying Yue's eyes widened slightly in confusion.

"Oh, still confused?" Su Jianjun asked mockingly, crouching down to meet Fei Huangjin's eyes. "I'm sure mother never told you, but it seems we're half-brothers, Huangjin. Surprised?"

He didn't answer.

"Your mother had a lousy affair with my idiot father and gave birth to me. And although I became the young master of the Su family, she's never even bothered to see me or acknowledge me after giving birth. She dumped me with my father and forgot about me. Why? Because she already had the perfect son by the name of Fei Huangjin, followed years later by a loving son by the name of Fei Haocheng, and so she had no use for poor old me. After all, what was the use of a bastard, hmm?"

No wonder Fei Yangcheng hated his wife, Lin Wenshun. She had been an unfaithful partner who only knew glamour and money. And since Su Jianjun was only a year younger than Fei Huangjin, that meant she had an affair after giving birth to Huangjin and a year before Haocheng came along.

Ying Yue gulped. She was starting to get uncomfortable with the present situation, so she furtively looked around to find ways to escape with Huangjin.

Su Jianjun put all his attention on Fei Huangjin and asked, "You didn't know that, did you?"

"Of course I knew that," his voice was hoarse and weak when he replied. "But like you said, what's the use of a bastard?"

Furious, Su Jianjun took a step closer and pressed the bullet wound on Fei Huangjin's shoulder, making the man groan aloud in pain as the blood seeped out even more.

"Stop it!" Ying Yue exclaimed. But Su Jianjun treated her yells as a stimulant, making him press on the wound even more. "I said stop it!"

"Okay," Su Jianjun released Huangjin, lifting up his hands and raising his eyebrows at Ying Yue. Slowly, he stood up and backed away. There was an amused look on his face. "Yinan, shoot her."

"No!" Fei Huangjin yelled.

"Shoot her, Yinan!"

"No! You fucking bastard!"

Ying Yue saw the gun aimed at her and gulped. She tried to plead Song Yinan with her eyes. Even if he hated her a bit right now and he still couldn't remember the past, they were still siblings, right? Her hands tingled, and she felt like things weren't going to end well tonight. "Yinan, please—"

BANG!