Xia Weibao glanced at it. It looked very good, the colors were very even, and it seemed very fragrant.

She bent down and gently sniffed. It was indeed fragrant; she just didn’t know how it would taste.

"Did you make all of these?"

Xia Weibao spoke toward the kitchen, while pinching a piece of pastry whose name she didn’t know. She looked at it for a few moments and then put it in her mouth to taste it.

The pastry melted in her mouth, the faint sweetness spreading over her tongue, accompanied by a floral fragrance that lingered.

It really was delicious.

In the kitchen, Jiang Li, who was chopping carrots, heard Xia Weibao’s words, and the hand holding the knife handle tightened.

This showed the owner’s nervousness.

Taking a few deep breaths, she clenched her fist with the hand not holding the knife, relaxed, clenched again, and relaxed. Finally, she gathered her courage, lightly cut her hand with the knife, letting a bit of blood smear on it.

Then she hid her injured hand, turned around, and walked toward the dining room.

When she saw Xia Weibao standing innocently by the table eating pastries, her smile was satisfied and bright, causing Jiang Li’s conscience to feel uneasy.

A person so beautiful and lovely—if she were to contract HIV, her life would be over.

She hesitated, but when she thought of the huge sum of money Xia Yongxuan promised, her wavering heart became steadfast again.

She had also been infected by a scumbag; she was innocent too. Why should she be the only one to suffer when everyone was human?

She was miserable, and she wanted to drag someone down with her.

So, she mustered her courage again and approached, "Miss Xia, what did you just say? I didn’t hear clearly."

As she spoke, her hand gripped the knife handle tightly again. As long as she slashed it down, injuring Xia Weibao, she could transmit the disease.

Her task would be complete!

Not only would she get a huge sum of money, but she could also drag a big celebrity down with her!

Her life would be worthwhile!

Just as the knife in her hand was raised, ready to stab down, Xia Weibao, who was happily eating breakfast, suddenly turned her head.

She gave her a big smile, "Did you make all of these?"

Her sudden movement startled Jiang Li.

Already extremely nervous, the shock caused the knife in her hand to clatter to the ground.

It even made a cut on her shoe.

Luckily, her foot wasn’t injured.

After all, it was Jiang Li’s first time doing something like this. This unexpected incident got her flustered, and she hurried to squat down to pick up the knife.

Xia Weibao glanced at the blood on her hand and asked with concern, "Are you okay?"

"No, nothing’s wrong."

"Your hand is bleeding."

Jiang Li looked at her hand; it hurt a bit, and tears welled up in her eyes, looking quite pitiful.

Her time was running out...

An HIV patient, her body had no defenses. Her hand was cut, and it would probably get infected soon.

If she didn’t infect Xia Weibao soon, it would be difficult to find another opportunity.

She picked up the knife but did not stand up.

She was waiting, waiting for Xia Weibao to squat down to help her, so she could stab her.

But after a while, despite Xia Weibao’s concerned tone, she showed no intention of helping her up.

Instead, she stood like a lamppost, asking repeatedly if she was okay if she needed to stop the bleeding if she needed bandaging.

Jiang Li, "..."

Are you going to help me up for bandaging or keep asking so many questions, waiting for my wound to heal on its own?

She estimated the distance between them. If she pounced now, she wondered if she could wound Xia Weibao with one strike.

A bit too far; Xia Weibao might dodge, and she couldn’t take the risk.