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"You... are so malicious!"
"Malicious?" Linglong pouted, a bitter smile on her face. "When you all wanted me dead, you didn't call yourselves malicious. Just because I don't want to raise useless people, you label me as malicious? What a joke! Let me tell you, I am no longer the weak and helpless Hu Linglong from before. How others treat me is how I will treat them. Hmph, if you want me dead, I want you to suffer worse than death!" The last words escaped her lips through clenched teeth, filled with resentment.
"Yes, you should suffer worse than death," Qing Luan agreed enthusiastically, but feeling unsatisfied, she added fuel to the fire. "You like being pampered by men? Then go to a brothel; they have plenty of men there. And the children you bear—if they're girls, they'll be just like you. If they're boys... well, let’s just say they might need a little snip to avoid becoming like their shameless father, who can't keep his pants up and doesn't know who's disgusting whom."
"No... please don't," Xiu'er cried out in panic without thinking, pleading desperately. Then suddenly, a scream broke out: "Ah, blood! There's blood..."
The three of them turned their gaze to Xiu'er and noticed a trickle of blood seeping from beneath her. They all understood what had happened; only Wei Scholar appeared flustered while Qing Luan and Linglong watched like it was a show, saying nothing.
"Hu Linglong, are you really going to stand by and do nothing?" Wei Scholar questioned angrily upon seeing her heartless demeanor.
"She's just a maid; if she dies, so be it," Linglong said calmly, waving her hand dismissively. Then she looked at Qing Luan and said, "Tell someone to throw her out so she doesn't dirty my room."
Truly ruthless! Qing Luan thought that deep down, Linglong was just like herself—someone who enjoyed adding fuel to the fire.
Xiu'er lost her child and was in turmoil, fearing that she would truly be sent to the brothel by her mistress. After a few days of being cared for, she was taken away along with her mother. It wasn't until they slowly left the city that she realized she had been abandoned by her mistress. She returned home with her mother, never to come back here again.
Tears fell drop by drop; it was only at this moment that she truly regretted it, but it was already too late.
Linglong kept her word and really divorced Wei Scholar. No matter how much Wei Scholar looked down on the Hu Family, he forgot one thing—money talks; without it, one struggles to move an inch. Those who once called him brother now avoided him like a venomous snake or wild beast; none were willing to see him and some even took pleasure in humiliating him. It was at this moment he realized how naive he had been—but it was already too late.
The Hu Family was ruthless; Hu Lingyun was even more so. In the divorce decree, it was clearly stated that wherever Hu Linglong appeared, Wei Scholar must maintain a distance of ten paces; otherwise, they would be punished on sight without regard for life or death—this too was the power of wealth!
The matter concerning Hu Linglong has come to a close. Her health has gradually improved thanks to Qing Luan's care. Hu Lingyun has also fulfilled her promises to her, but she has no plans to move in just yet. This place is not where she belongs, and she won't be staying long. No one knows her true feelings; they only notice that her gaze has been gloomy these past few days, as if she is feeling down.
"Sister," Tide said as she approached, holding a bouquet of freshly picked flowers, trying to be cute. "These are from Tide, for you!" She felt sad that she hadn't seen her sister smile in days.
"Uh," Qing Luan, interrupted from her thoughts, looked at the adorable Tide and reached out to pick her up. She nestled her close and said, "Tide is so sweet; I really like it!"
"Really?" Tide asked in surprise.
"Really, sister would never lie to you."
"But sister hasn't smiled," Tide pouted in dissatisfaction.
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