Hush – Everyone else was shocked! Where did this lady come from? What arrogance!
The young lady had never endured such embarrassment in her life – she fumed and stomped her feet in indignation, raised her hands and charged at Ji Muqing. The two of them were soon embrawled, pulling at each others’ hair and clothes.
“Elder Sister!” Ji Wanxin wanted to dissuade them, but could not find an opening. The store naturally grew rowdy, and so did its surroundings; people watched, gossiped, pointed and stared.
Coincidentally, Wei Yi and Ji Yunshu passed by this store on their way back to Yuhua Pavillion. Seeing the crowd, Wei Yi tugged on Ji Yunshu’s sleeve, “Shu’er, let’s go have a look!”
“No.”
“Come on, just a peek.”
Her slender frame could not resist Wei Yi’s grip, and so she could only be dragged along by him. They squeezed through the crowd and saw the comical scene – Ji Muqing and the other lady were brawling, hair frazzled, hair pieces falling apart to the ground and being trampled upon. Gone were their manners and upbringing! Ji Wanxin could only stand aside and helplessly watch on.
Ji Yunshu was astonished at what she saw; firstly, that Ji Muqing and Ji Wanxin had already entered the capital, and secondly, that Ji Muqing was fighting in public! ‘Oh my god’ Ji Yunshu reached inside her sleeves. ‘Where’s my phone? My mobile phone! Quick, quick, I must post this on weibo (OR I must tweet this). Wait, this is practically the stone age!’ She quickly regained her senses, however, and pulled Wei Yi aside, “Let’s go.”
Wei Yi was excited, however, “Shu’er, it’s the two older sisters.”
‘Dear child, have you forgotten how you were bullied by Ji Muqing?’ Ji Yunshu could care less about what he said – she held his hand and steered him away from the crowd. Just as they turned, two men exited the store, crying, “Someone’s dead!”
The crowd began to stir; everyone covered their mouths, backing away. Dead? Was it Ji Muqing?
Ji Yunshu stopped momentarily in her tracks, looking back. The crowd parted in two and she saw a female lying supine on the ground, hair amess and eyes widened. A silver hairpin pierced through the back of her head straight to her forehead. The dead girl was none other than the young lady Ji Muqing was arguing with.
Ji Muqing was also shocked, her face ghastly pale. She stood to one side, trembling in fear, muttering over and over again, “It wasn’t me! It wasn’t me! I didn’t push her, it wasn’t me…”