Although Shi Jin wanted the evil people to turn against each other or destroy each other, she didn't want innocent people to be hurt in the process. The fire from her previous life had not only killed several people but also caused severe damage to the hospital. The consequences had been devastating.
If she run around now warning people that someone was going to set fire to the hospital, who would believe her? They'd probably treat her like a lunatic.
So she did the only thing she could.
Su Jin walked swiftly to the security office, composed but firm. Facing the captain inside, she said seriously,
"The corridor near the operating rooms—your electrical lines look old. There's a serious fire risk. I'm here as a patient's family member, and I strongly urge you to take fire prevention measures."
The security captain looked at her, visibly troubled.
"Miss, we have our routine checks. Please rest assured—"
"Routine checks?" Su Jin interrupted coldly. "Will routine checks save lives once there's smoke and fire? Will they explain to families why their loved ones died because someone was negligent?"
Her voice was not loud, but it was sharp, steady, and heavy with meaning.
The security captain was taken aback by her tone. "Alright, alright. We'll check immediately. I'll send two men."
"Now," Su Jin said firmly. "Or I'll report this to the hospital board myself."
Under her pressure, the captain relented. He immediately ordered two guards to check the corridor wiring and install additional fire extinguishers near the operating room.
Only when she saw the guards moving and extinguishers being placed where she remembered the fire had started, did Su Jin breathe out slowly.
This was the best she could do.
She couldn't stop the fire from happening—not without tipping her hand or revealing what she shouldn't know.
But at least now, if it started, there would be a fighting chance for the innocent.
And that was enough.
Su Jin returned to the corridor outside the operating room and quietly slipped the phone back into Su Mingyuan's pocket while he was distracted.
Gu Xiangyun didn't like Su Jin one bit, but after suffering several humiliations in a row, she had learned to keep her mouth shut—for now. She sat stiffly, glancing coldly at Su Jin but not daring to provoke her.
The corridor remained quiet for nearly twenty minutes, tension hanging in the air like a storm cloud—until a shrill voice pierced the silence.
"Su Mingyuan, you bastard! I'll fight you to the death today!"
A woman stormed down the corridor in high heels, wearing a tight red dress that clung to her like fire. Her makeup was heavy, her lipstick smudged with anger. She was an explosive mix of fury and heartbreak.
Su Jin raised an eyebrow slightly. Right on cue.
Su Mingyuan's face went pale as if he had seen a ghost.
He had always kept his affair with Qin Man underground. To her, he whispered promises of a future together, telling her to wait patiently while he handled "family matters." Every month, he sent her a generous allowance—$5000—and swore that one day, she would be his legitimate wife.
But seeing her appear now, at the hospital, in public, with their entire family around...
He panicked.
"W-What nonsense are you talking about?" Su Mingyuan tried to deny it on the spot, his face twisted in awkward panic. He subtly gestured to her with his eyes, silently begging her to calm down, to leave quickly.
But Qin Man, blinded by rage and betrayal, was far past the point of reason.
"Son of a bitch!" Qin Man screamed, eyes bloodshot with rage. "How dare you stand there and pretend you don't even accept the child in my belly?"
She stormed up, her heels clacking sharply against the hospital tiles, her voice rising with every word.
"You didn't seem to have a problem when you were with me last night!" she shouted, yanking open Su Mingyuan's collar to reveal the unmistakable red marks etched across his skin.
"Why didn't you say so last night when you were all over her?" she hissed, throwing a glare at him that could peel paint off the walls.
Turning sharply toward Gu Xiangyun, she sneered, "Take a good look, yellow-faced woman. These marks—your beloved husband left them. If he truly loved you, would he be staying out all night with me? You still believe he's working overtime at the company? How naive. He's working overtime on me every single day."
Gu Xiangyun's face turned as pale as paper. She had long known that Su Mingyuan had another woman outside.
But at her age, with no real voice in the household anymore, she had no choice but to turn a blind eye.
After all, Su Mingyuan still gave her the dignity of a proper wife—at least on the surface.
If she dared tear off that thin veil of civility, she feared being cast out of the Su family with nothing to her name.
But now, the mistress he kept outside was shouting at her in public—humiliating her, one insult after another, like slaps to the face.
This time, Gu Xiangyun could no longer endure it.
"Shut up, you bitch!" Gu Xiangyun snapped, raising her hand and slapping Qin Man across the face. Her sharp nails raked down her cheek, leaving five bloody scratches in their wake.
"Ah!" Qin Man shrieked, staggering back. A searing pain shot across her face. When she reached up and touched her cheek, her fingers came away red. "My face! You dare to ruin my face? I'll kill you!"
She let out another high-pitched scream. But beneath her fury, a cold glint flashed in her eyes. Without hesitation, she lunged at Gu Xiangyun, hands swinging wildly.
Let's fight, she thought viciously. If this chaos causes her to lose the baby, even better. That way, Su Mingyuan will have no excuse to deny the child in her belly.
Su Jin immediately backed away to a safe distance—she had no intention of getting caught in the crossfire.
Around them, the hospital corridor filled with shocked gasps and murmurs. Doctors, nurses, patients, and visitors gathered to watch.
The scene—an upper-class wife and a mistress locked in a vicious brawl—was simply too explosive to ignore.
Su Mingyuan rushed forward, trying to stop the chaos. "Enough! Stop it, both of you!"
But in the war between two furious women, a man was nothing more than collateral damage.
Within moments, his face was clawed with several deep red marks—proof that he should've stayed out of it.
Gu Xiangyun and Qin Man were locked in a wild, vicious fight. They tugged at each other's hair, slapped, scratched, and aimed straight for each other's most vulnerable spots.
Fury burned in Gu Xiangyun's eyes. Fueled by rage, she overpowered Qin Man after a few rounds. With a loud thud, Qin Man fell to the floor.
Buttons flew off her blouse, her once-perfect hairstyle now a tangled mess. Her pale, pretty face was scratched and bruised beyond recognition.
Pinned beneath Gu Xiangyun, she could barely move.
Gu Xiangyun raised her arm again, her slap flying down mercilessly on Qin Man's cheek.
Suddenly, her wrist was caught mid-air. She turned to see Su Mingyuan's furious expression.
"Enough! Have you lost your mind?"
Gu Xiangyun wrenched her hand back and got to her feet, panting heavily. But before walking away, she couldn't resist landing one last blow—she kicked Qin Man hard in the stomach.
"Bitch," she spat coldly. "No matter how hard you try, a mistress is still a mistress. You will never take my place."
"Ah!" Qin Man screamed, clutching her stomach in agony. "It hurts… my stomach—!"
Gu Xiangyun stood coldly above her, unmoved—until her gaze dropped and her pupils shrank. A dark red pool began to spread beneath Qin Man.
Blood.
Her eyes widened in disbelief. She's pregnant?
Qin Man's trembling hand reached down, and when she brought it back up, it was smeared with blood. Her heart skipped a beat.
"No… no…" Her voice cracked with panic. "My child… the baby…"
She looked up at Gu Xiangyun with a mixture of horror and rage. "You… you killed my baby!"
A heavy silence fell before it was shattered by a furious roar.
"Enough!" Su Mingyuan's voice boomed through the hallway as he stepped forward, his expression twisted with frustration and panic. The crowd that had gathered began to whisper among themselves.
Qin Man's face twisted with pain and betrayal. "Su Mingyuan," she gasped, "I was carrying your child. Your child! And you're just going to stand there?"
But Su Mingyuan's expression turned to stone. "I don't know what you're talking about," he said coldly. "Who knows whose bastard you were carrying? Maybe it was one of your other men."
Qin Man's eyes widened in disbelief. Her lips parted, but no sound came out at first. Then, with a bitter, broken laugh, she whispered, "You heartless monster…"
Originally, Qin Man's plan had been flawless.
Use Gu Xiangyun's hand to get rid of the child—make herself the victim. Su Mingyuan, distressed and guilt-ridden over the miscarriage, would finally see Gu Xiangyun's cruelty and turn to her. She would be welcomed into the Su family with open arms.
But now? Everything was ruined.
Her face was torn, blood trickling down her cheek. The child she had bet everything on was gone. And the man she had clung to—Su Mingyuan—had just denied her in front of everyone.
All her dreams were crumbling.
If I lose Su Mingyuan… if my face is ruined… I'll have nothing left!
"No! No!" Qin Man cried out, staggering to her feet. "I was pregnant with your child! And now you call it a wild seed? You heartless bastard!"
Su Mingyuan turned away coldly, not even sparing her a glance.
Tears streamed down Qin Man's face, but behind them burned a rising madness. If pity wouldn't work… then fear would.
If one plan fails, then move on to the next.
Suddenly, she reached into her handbag and pulled out a small silver canister. With trembling hands, she yanked off the cap—an unmistakable stench filled the air.
"Gasoline!" someone in the crowd gasped in horror.
Qin Man didn't hesitate. She began to splash it across the white tiles, letting it soak into the floor as nurses and visitors screamed and backed away.
"I don't want to live anymore!" she shouted hysterically. "You killed my baby! I'll drag all of you with me!"
Chaos erupted in the hallway.
"I said I don't want to live anymore!" Qin Man screamed, her voice hoarse with desperation.
But not a single drop of gasoline landed on her.
Not even close.
She'd carefully avoided it—every splash calculated, every step rehearsed. Her dress was pristine, her skin untouched. The bottle was almost empty, the pungent smell choking the hallway.
This wasn't madness.
This was a performance.
Qin Man had planned it all.
Pretend to set a fire. Wait for the panic. Then "save" Su Mingyuan and the others, playing the hero. With everyone watching, she'd become the selfless woman who risked her life to protect the Su family.
And Su Mingyuan?
He cared so much about reputation, about face—he'd never be able to deny her afterward. Not in front of witnesses. Not after she "saved" him.
Once she became a public hero, how could he throw her away?
As for Gu Xiangyun… she was just a tired, aging woman. Once Qin Man was inside the Su family, it would be easy to push her out with a few tricks and whispers. With her looks and charm, it was only a matter of time before she became the real Mrs. Su.
A luxurious villa, designer gowns, endless money, and a title no one could take from her.
It was all within reach.
So close she could taste it.
But Qin Man had forgotten one thing.
Su Jin was watching everything—with cold, unblinking eyes.