My Sweet Little Flower Turned Out to Be a Sinister Ghost - Chapter 19

Song Yuehua watched Song Yuelan’s smug, gloating expression and unconsciously clenched her fists tighter. The anger in her heart felt like a lit fuse, uncontrollably rising.

What a despicable person!

Song Yuehua even instinctively took half a step back, feeling uncomfortable at the thought of sharing an elevator with Song Yuelan.

“Are you getting in or not?” Seeing her dawdling at the door, Song Yuelan frowned.

“I am!” Song Yuehua abruptly lifted her chin, straightened her chest, and strode into the elevator with loud, determined steps.

Why shouldn’t she? She had no moral shortcomings and had done nothing wrong, why should she make way for her?

The elevator doors slowly closed, leaving only the two of them in the confined space. The scent of Song Yuelan’s perfume wafted over, making Song Yuehua shift to the side, trying to put as much distance between them as possible.

Song Yuelan asked, “What are you doing here?”

Song Yuehua snorted inwardly and deliberately mimicked her tone to retort, “And what are you doing here?”

Song Yuelan let out a derisive snort, her lips curling into a mocking smirk. “Haven’t seen you in a while, and you’ve grown quite a temper, learning to talk back to me now?”

Song Yuehua rarely argued with others and, in the heat of the moment, didn’t know how to respond. Without thinking, she imitated Song Yuelan’s mannerism and let out a soft, mocking snort from her throat. She hadn’t intended anything by it, but this gesture happened to hit Song Yuelan’s sore spot.

Song Yuelan despised anyone mimicking her demeanor, and her expression instantly turned cold.

“So? Did Director Zhang agree to your request?” Song Yuelan said.

In truth, after returning from the hospital that day, Song Yuelan had grown increasingly suspicious and immediately had her assistant investigate Song Yuehua’s recent activities. The findings infuriated her.

It turned out that Song Yuehua had been spending a lot of time with Bai Qingyu lately, and their relationship had already reached an intimate level. Song Yuehua had even contributed to Bai Qingyu’s mother’s surgery expenses.

This made Song Yuelan wonder, was Song Yuehua in love with Bai Qingyu?

Was she deliberately meddling and giving bad advice to make Bai Qingyu dislike her?

The more she thought about it, the more she detested Song Yuehua. It must be Song Yuehua’s behind-the-scenes scheming that made Bai Qingyu reject her!

Otherwise, with her family background, capabilities, and looks, why wouldn’t Bai Qingyu be interested?

She tilted her head and glanced sideways at Song Yuehua.

Song Yuehua was wearing that light apricot-colored sweatshirt, shapeless and ill-fitting, nowhere near as flattering as her own custom-tailored clothes that accentuated her curves.

Song Yuehua’s eyes naturally slanted downward at the corners, her pupils bright with a naive, unpolished innocence. Her cheeks were flushed with a healthy pink, and her jawline hadn’t fully defined yet, still rounded with a hint of baby fat.

Song Yuelan glanced at her reflection in the elevator’s metallic walls, the image of a polished professional.

Her low ponytail lay neatly against her neck, every stray hair secured in place with hairspray. Her jawline was sharp and defined, her eyebrows meticulously shaped with brow powder into clean, assertive arches.

She lifted her chin slightly at her reflection.

Her sophisticated appearance was far superior to Song Yuehua’s childish look.

Anyone would choose her over Song Yuehua, let alone Bai Qingyu.

Song Yuelan cast another sidelong glance at Song Yuehua.

No wonder she resorted to such underhanded methods.

Song Yuehua felt as though Song Yuelan’s question had stabbed her right in the heart.

She truly didn’t know.

Ever since her last phone call with her mother, Bai Qingyu had said she would handle the matter herself. Later, when Song Yuehua went to the hospital to help care for Bai’s mother, she occasionally asked about the progress, but each time, she received a negative response.

Afraid that pressing further would only add to Bai Qingyu’s burden, she didn’t dare bring it up again. Instead, she tried tapping into “Song Yuehua’s” network of contacts.

But it was all in vain.

Song Yuelan had been groomed since childhood as the Song family’s heir, attending elite schools with equestrian classes, hiring private tutors, mingling in high-society circles, resources were heaped upon her.

Song Yuehua, on the other hand, was different. She attended the local public school, never took any tutoring classes, and had few friends in her contact list. She couldn’t even find a single person to lend a hand.

Clutching her phone, she stared at it for a long time, feeling nothing but helpless anxiety.

Now, hearing Song Yuelan’s question, Song Yuehua’s brows furrowed tightly.

She had to find Bai Qingyu quickly. If there was no way to get Director Zhang to perform the surgery for Bai’s mother, how anxious and heartbroken would she be?

“Hey, I’m talking to you. Why are you spacing out?” Song Yuelan’s voice was laced with impatience.

Snapping back to reality, Song Yuehua deliberately suppressed her urgency, keeping her tone flat and unemotional: “I’m listening. I just don’t feel like answering.”

Song Yuelan was so angry it made her liver ache.

In the past, Song Yuehua wouldn’t even dare to raise her voice in front of her, always yielding to her in everything. How dare she act so rebellious now? It must be because of Bai Qingyu!

She stared at Song Yuehua, her eyes filled with certainty: “Do you like Bai Qingyu? Is that why you deliberately made me lose face in front of her before?”

What? Deliberately made her lose face in front of Bai Qingyu?

Song Yuehua really wanted to tell her to search her conscience, but she was afraid Song Yuelan didn’t have one.

“When did I ever make you lose face in front of Bai Qingyu?”

Song Yuelan didn’t answer, merely raising her left hand, the one that had been scratched by the cat at the cat café last time.

Looking at that scar, Song Yuehua lost all patience. A helpless smile tugged at the corner of her lips: “You were the one who insisted on holding that cat. It didn’t want you to, yet you kept pushing. How can you blame me for getting scratched? Was I supposed to hold your hand back and use telekinesis to make the cat scratch you?”

“You knew the cat would scratch people, yet you still asked me to help at the cat café!” Song Yuelan retorted righteously, not feeling the slightest bit at fault.

Song Yuehua had no energy left to argue with her. In Song Yuelan’s world, it was always someone else’s fault, she could never be in the wrong.

She simply turned her head toward the elevator door, her gaze fixed on the flickering floor numbers, not even sparing Song Yuelan a second glance.

But Song Yuelan took her silence as guilt, a hint of triumph flashing in her eyes. “What, hit a nerve? Nothing to say now?”

Song Yuehua ignored her, watching as the numbers changed from “9” to “10.”

Finally, with a soft “ding,” the elevator doors slid open. Song Yuehua immediately straightened her back and strode out, her steps so quick it seemed she was afraid of being chased, not once looking back.

How could Song Yuelan tolerate Song Yuehua walking ahead of her? She immediately quickened her pace, steps hurried and urgent.

Song Yuehua sensed her thoughts and didn’t want to be outdone, so she quickened her pace. The two of them, one in front and the other behind, almost raced toward the ward as if competing.

Just as they rounded the corner of the hallway, they ran into Bai Qingyu coming out of the ward.

“Senior.”

“Qingyu.”

Song Yuehua and Song Yuelan called out simultaneously.

Bai Qingyu’s gaze fell on Song Yuehua. Seeing she had run so fast that a light sweat had formed on her forehead, she immediately stepped forward, her fingertips gently brushing Song Yuehua’s arm first to make sure she hadn’t overexerted herself before holding her hand. Her voice softened, “Why are you running so fast?”

Seeing Bai Qingyu’s concern directed at her first, Song Yuehua slightly raised her chin, her nose tilting up a bit, and quickly glanced at Song Yuelan.

Only then did Bai Qingyu turn to Song Yuelan. Song Yuelan immediately straightened the cuffs of her suit jacket, lifted her chin slightly, cleared her throat, and resumed her haughty tone, “Qingyu, have you made up your mind? Director Zhang’s schedule won’t wait. If you hesitate any longer, you’ll miss your chance.”

At this, Song Yuehua’s heart instantly tightened. She looked nervously at Bai Qingyu, her fingers unconsciously tightening around Bai Qingyu’s hand.

Bai Qingyu gently patted the back of her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze before turning to Song Yuelan. A faint, habitual smile played on her lips. “There’s no need for President Song to worry about this. I’ve already arranged for someone to handle the surgery.”

“What?!” Song Yuehua’s eyes instantly lit up, her breathing growing lighter, unable to contain her joy.

“How is that possible?” Song Yuelan completely lost her composure, her eyes widening in disbelief, her haughty expression crumbling. “Who did you find to perform your mother’s surgery?” she asked, taking half a step forward.

She couldn’t believe that Bai Qingyu had managed to find someone without her approval.

Song Yuehua also looked up, her sparkling eyes fixed entirely on Bai Qingyu, her breath held as she waited curiously for the answer.

Instead of answering directly, Bai Qingyu curled her lips slightly, her tone tinged with faint sarcasm. “President Song is so well-connected, even able to interfere with Director Zhang’s schedule. Can’t you find out for yourself?”

“How… how can you speak to me like that?” Song Yuelan was left speechless, her voice rising sharply, her eyes filled with disbelief.

The old Bai Qingyu, even when rejecting her, had always maintained a gentle distance, never using such a blunt tone to confront her.

Beside her, Song Yuehua was also stunned. This was the first time she had seen Bai Qingyu be so direct with Song Yuelan, without any concession, completely dismantling Song Yuelan’s facade. She couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction.

After Bai Qingyu finished speaking, she subtly glanced at Song Yuehua out of the corner of her eye. She noticed Song Yuehua’s eyes sparkling, without a hint of remorse for her own actions. Instead, they held a touch of admiration, as if thinking, “Wow, you’re amazing.”

An involuntary faint smile tugged at Bai Qingyu’s lips, and her tone grew even firmer. “Given how you previously threatened me with the surgery and made things difficult for me at every turn, it’s hard for me to treat you politely, isn’t it?”

Song Yuelan’s breathing suddenly quickened, her chest rising and falling slightly as she stared at Bai Qingyu, who seemed entirely different from her usual self. Her eyes were filled with a mix of anger and panic.

Abruptly, she raised a hand and pointed at Song Yuehua, her fingertips trembling slightly. “Is it her? Did she say bad things about me in front of you? Is that why you’re treating me like this?”

Caught off guard by the sudden accusation, Song Yuehua froze for a moment before scratching her head helplessly.

Why was she being cast as the “treacherous minister whispering slander”? So, in Song Yuelan’s eyes, Bai Qingyu was the “emperor” she had “bewitched,” while Song Yuelan herself was the “wronged loyal subject”? She couldn’t help but curl her lips in disdain.

Bai Qingyu’s expression instantly turned cold, her brows furrowing slightly. “No.”

How annoying.

Song Yuelan clearly didn’t believe her, her face plastered with “You’re lying to me.” She took a step forward, about to say more.

Bai Qingyu immediately pulled Song Yuehua back half a step, tightening her grip on Song Yuehua’s arm. Her tone was resolute: “If there’s nothing else, we’ll be leaving now.”

Without waiting for Song Yuelan to react, she turned and walked away, still holding onto Song Yuehua.

They weren’t holding hands, but their shoulders were pressed closely together. Song Yuehua, being pulled along, took quick, small steps, and Bai Qingyu deliberately slowed her pace to match her.

After a few steps, Bai Qingyu turned her head slightly and said something to Song Yuehua, a smile playing on her lips, her eyes so tender they seemed to overflow with warmth.

Song Yuelan stood rooted to the spot, clutching her bag so tightly that her nails dug deep into the leather, leaving several distinct marks.

She stared at the retreating figures of the two walking side by side, her gaze so venomous it could drip poison. Only when their silhouettes disappeared around the corner of the hallway did she grit her teeth fiercely, the fury in her chest nearly boiling over.

Song Yuelan took out her phone and dialed a number.

When the person on the other end answered, she spoke in a commanding tone: “I need you to do something for me…”