Hu Jiao Er's smile didn't falter, but internally, she felt a cold sweat forming. Could he have actually figured it out? No, impossible! How could a mere tempered body ninth stage brat see through her disguise when even seasoned elders struggled to tell her apart from her younger twin? But Yang Kai's relaxed, knowing gaze made her uneasy.
She forced a light chuckle. "What are you talking about? I don't understand."
Yang Kai looked at her indifferently, lightly laughing: "Lady, then you are unwilling to admit it?"
"Admit what? I have no idea what nonsense you're speaking."
Hu Jiao Er insisted for the last time.
Yang Kai sighed, rubbing his temples as if this was all too much effort. "Then let me say it clearly. Lady, you are not Hu Mei Er. I believe... you are her older twin sister."
For the first time, Hu Jiao Er hesitated. She had planned to keep up the act, but now curiosity got the better of her. "Oh? And what makes you so sure?"
This time, she didn't force it anymore, but looked at Yang Kai full of interest, she also wanted to know in what aspect she had exposed herself. If Yang Kai couldn't give any concrete reasons why, then it would be clear that he was using words to swindle her.
Yang Kai's lips curled slightly. "Ah, so now you're testing my observational skills? Very well. Let's examine the evidence, shall we?" He stood, strolling towards the table and casually picking up his teacup. He held it up, scrutinizing it with exaggerated care. "Firstly, this cup."
Hu Jiao Er raised a brow. "The cup?"
"Yes, the cup," Yang Kai affirmed, turning it over in his hand like a prized artifact. "While the tea was pleasant, it couldn't completely mask a lingering scent—a delicate fragrance that didn't belong to me. This suggests someone else drank from it before me."
"And?" she asked, amused despite herself.
"The lip stain," Yang Kai continued, tapping the rim. "Faint but present. Fresh enough that it could only belong to the previous drinker.
Hu Jiao Er exhaled sharply, a mix of irritation and intrigue flashing in her eyes. "A lucky guess."
Yang Kai shook his head, his tone carrying the confidence of a seasoned investigator. "If it were only that, I might have hesitated. But then, there's your scent."
"My scent?"
"Indeed." He nodded sagely. "While both you and Lady Mei Er smell similar, there is a distinct difference. Hers is sweeter—perhaps due to different oils or perfumes—whereas yours is more subtly elegant. One could argue it's a minor thing, but a detective must notice the details."
Hu Jiao Er felt an odd urge to throw something at his head. This brat was enjoying himself far too much.
Yang Kai continued, ignoring her growing frustration. "And then there's the matter of demeanor. Lady Mei Er is playful but reserved. You, however—" he gestured to the way she now sat, poised yet unconsciously flaunting her charm, "—you are far more aggressive."
Hu Jiao Er huffed. "You think I act aggressively?"
Yang Kai grinned. "Well, you did just try to seduce me earlier. A little obvious, don't you think?"
She clicked her tongue. "Hmph. Even if what you say is true, you still don't have concrete proof."
Yang Kai exhaled dramatically, shaking his head as if disappointed by her insistence. "Ah, but I do."
"There is more...." This startled Hu Jiao Er. She would have never guessed that this tempered body youngster would be able to see this many holes, in her seemingly flawless plan.
Hu Jiao Er was quite unconvinced. How could her plan, that she thought was flawless and perfect, actually be full of holes and flaws in his eyes? Not to mention all of his analysis was clear and logical, leaving no room for argument.
Looking at this stinking brat filled her with loathing.
If he dared to point out anymore flaws, this Lady would definitely show him some attitude. He completely forgot to leave others some face.
Yang Kai hesitated, looking at her solemnly. "I fear saying it may offend you."
Hearing this, Hu Jiao Er became unhappy and her charming eyes turned frosty. Laughing captivatingly, biting down with her ivory teeth she spat out a single word: "Speak!"
"I'd rather not."
"I insist."
Yang Kai rubbed his chin, his expression conflicted. "You must promise not to be angry."
"I promise."
"And you must promise not to hit me."
"Fine, fine! Just say it already!"
His face stern Yang Kai answered: "Actually, it can't really be counted as a flaw. It's just that between you and Lady Mei Er there is a slight difference between you."
"Where is this difference?" Hu Jiao Er looked at him oddly because she and her younger sister were both practically carved from the same mold. So where would this difference be?
Yang Kai opened and closed his mouth and hesitated for a good while before mumbling out: "It's your buttocks"
Dead silence.
Hu Jiao Er blinked. "My… what?"
"One side is slightly smaller than the other," Yang Kai said with the same grave tone one might use to declare an impending war. "Compared to Lady Mei Er's perfectly proportioned—"
Before he could finish, a massive burst of World Qi erupted from Hu Jiao Er, shaking the entire house. Her face burned an angry red as she struggled between outrage and disbelief.
"You dare evaluate my—my—" She couldn't even finish the sentence.
Yang Kai, remaining unbothered despite the storm raging around him, calmly reminded her, "Lady, please recall your promise."
Hu Jiao Er trembled, her hands clenching and unclenching. Never in her life had she been so thoroughly insulted, so completely caught off guard. The nerve! The audacity!
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she slammed her hand onto the table, voice shaking with rage. "Utter rubbish!"
For a proper girl to utter these coarse words, one could only imagine Hu Jiao Er's current rage.
This brat should be made into mincemeat, for he dared to evaluate her buttocks as one small and one big. Is this something a man should say? How is one smaller than the other? Aren't they clearly well proportioned?
This stinking brat, I'm afraid that you don't know how to write the word death right?
Yang Kai merely shrugged. "And yet, you haven't denied it."
Hu Jiao Er nearly exploded on the spot.
This brat—this infuriating, insufferable brat—She had wanted to test him, yet here she was, completely and utterly flustered.
For the first time in a long while, Hu Jiao Er felt like she had lost a battle. And it stung.
As for Yang Kai? He simply sat back, arms crossed, looking very pleased with himself.
After all, a true detective always finds the truth.