Qiao Meixia did not care in the slightest about whatever Feng Lan and Jiang Yanna were discussing. She continued walking calmly toward her room. However, the moment she pushed the door open and stepped inside, her gaze immediately landed on the messy state of her space. Her belongings were scattered across the floor, and there were now obvious, dirty footprints covering the neat mattress of her bed.
She remained silent for a long, heavy moment, quietly staring at the vandalised room before slowly walking over to her closet. She reached upward toward the highest shelf and grabbed something small hidden securely out of sight. After pocketing it, she walked back out of the room and headed off to track down Butler Jun. Soon enough, she found the middle-aged man supervising tasks inside the kitchen.
"Butler Jun," Qiao Meixia called out calmly.
Butler Jun was visibly startled when he turned around and caught sight of Qiao Meixia standing quietly at the kitchen entrance.
"Yes, Miss Qiao. Do you need something from me?" Butler Jun asked politely, quickly bowing his head out of respect for the newly returned daughter.
"I want you to follow me." Qiao Meixia stated plainly, offering no further explanation.
Butler Jun looked utterly confused and opened his mouth, wanting to ask for clarification, but Qiao Meixia had already turned on her heel and started walking away. Left with no choice, he had to quickly jog to follow after her.
The further he followed behind her, the more curious and anxious he became, especially after realising that their footsteps were leading them directly back toward Qiao Meixia's private bedroom.
Reaching her destination, Qiao Meixia pushed open the door to her room and silently stepped aside, allowing Butler Jun to get a completely unobstructed view of the disaster inside. The very moment his eyes landed on the wrecked room, the butler was rooted to the spot, completely shocked.
"What... What on earth is going on here?" Butler Jun gasped in utter disbelief.
"Someone entered my room while I was out and made this mess." Qiao Meixia stated calmly, as if she were talking about the weather rather than her own space being targeted.
At that moment, another person arrived in the hallway and stopped dead in her tracks, equally shocked by the scene inside the room. It was Feng Lan. She had originally marched over, intending to find Qiao Meixia and properly talk some sense into the stubborn girl about her attitude.
"Meixia! What are you doing to your room? Why is it a total wreck?" Feng Lan demanded immediately, assuming the worst.
"What is all the noise about? What is going on here?" Another voice chimed in from further down the hallway.
It was Jiang Yanna, followed closely by Jiang Chinan.
"Sister Meixia, what in the world happened to your room?" Jiang Yanna asked, her eyes widening in exaggerated, theatrical horror.
"Oh, please. I know exactly what this is." Jiang Chinan chimed in, a mocking sneer plastered across his face as he crossed his arms. "You are probably just jealous of Sister Yanna's bigger, nicer room, so you deliberately destroyed your own room just so we would be forced to prepare a luxury one for you. How pathetic."
Feng Lan's expression shifted slightly after hearing Jiang Chinan's sharp words. Deep down in her heart, she actually believed her son's logic. She truly believed that Qiao Meixia, having grown up away from luxury, might actually possess such manipulative and desperate intentions.
Qiao Meixia merely glanced at Jiang Chinan once, her eyes icy, before calmly reaching into her pocket and taking out her phone. She tapped the screen a few times, pulling up a specific video file, and hit play. Without saying a single word, she raised the phone high, turning the screen so that everyone present in the hallway could clearly watch the footage.
On the bright screen, the video proof was undeniable. It showed the explicit footage of someone sneaking into the room, and that person was none other than Jiang Chinan himself.
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