Why are you messing with her? Her mission is to bully the scumbag

"No, that's absolutely impossible!" Mother Zhou stood up suddenly, her eyes blazing with fire. She clenched her fists, her knuckles turning white from the strain. "I personally asked about that medicine, and the experts said it's potent but absolutely safe! How could it possibly go wrong?"

She waved her arms as she spoke, very emotional, and there was no way it could be the medicine.

Xu Miaomiao glanced at Zhou's mother. As long as it wasn't her problem, it was fine.

The next morning, sunlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, scattering dappled light on the floor of the ward, bringing a hint of warmth.

The assistant gently pushed open the door of the ward, holding a thick stack of documents in his hand, and walked towards Zhou Fuquan with a serious expression.

He took a deep breath and handed over the information: "Mr. Zhou, this medicine is very potent and there is a lot of residual drug. It is extremely harmful to the body and is likely the main reason for this result."

Zhou Fuquan frowned slightly, took the document, and his eyes quickly scanned the lines. He asked in a deep voice, "So how's it going?"

The assistant nodded and said firmly, "It has been handled. Don't worry, Mr. Zhou, I will never disclose any of your information."

Zhou Fuquan waved his hand gently, signaling his assistant to leave, with a barely perceptible hint of indifference flashing across his face.

Just then, his cell phone suddenly rang, and Ling Jinxing's name flashed on the screen.

He glanced at it indifferently, then tapped his fingertips and answered the call.

"What's wrong?" His voice was calm and distant, as if there were thousands of miles between him and the person on the other end of the phone.

Ling Jinxing's voice came through the receiver, with a hint of a smile: "Yesterday, Mom said that a relative of ours was admitted to the hospital. I wanted to ask if we should go and see him. After all, if we don't go, I'm afraid that people outside will say that we..."

Zhou Fuquan's eyes were cold, with a hint of disdain in them: "No need, I know how to handle this matter and I will handle it. You don't need to worry about it."

After saying that, he hung up the phone without hesitation, his eyes becoming deep and complicated again.

The ward fell into a brief silence, with only the occasional bird song outside the window breaking the tranquility.

Ling Jinxing hung up the phone, his eyes mocking, "Tsk tsk tsk, you're still being stubborn now. You're a eunuch anyway."

This family really likes to stir up trouble.

At noon, sunlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, casting patches of light on the floor of the living room.

Zhou's mother's face was pale, and she staggered as she pushed the door open, as if a gust of wind could blow her down.

The bad news she just heard from her assistant was like a huge rock pressing on her heart, especially since those medicines were the culprit. She almost fainted at that moment.

But she endured the discomfort, fearing that Ling Jinxing beside her would notice something unusual.

Ling Jinxing was sharp-eyed and noticed something was wrong with Zhou's mother at a glance. She deliberately moved closer with a concerned smile on her face: "Mom, you're back? How is your relative now? Has his condition improved?" Her tone was full of concern, but there was a hint of amusement in her eyes.

Mother Zhou's heart tightened at Ling Jinxing's sudden greeting, and she almost couldn't control her emotions: "Why do you ask these questions right away, kid? Can't you let me rest for a while?" Her voice was a little reproachful, but more of helplessness.

Ling Jinxing didn't care at all, a smile appeared on her lips: "Mom, didn't you say someone was sick? I'm just too concerned. If I don't ask, you'll say I don't care about my relatives."

She knew too well that this old woman had double standards towards the original owner. Either she was like, "Why don't you ask?" or she was like, "Don't bother!"

Mother Zhou was speechless after hearing Ling Jinxing's words. She couldn't help but wonder in her heart: When did this child become so smart? She took a deep breath and tried to calm down: "Okay, it's nothing serious. Don't worry too much."

Upon hearing this, Ling Jinxing's eyes flashed with a hint of cunning: "That's good. However, the study needs to be renovated now, so there's no point for me to stay here. Mom, when can I go back?" Her words were full of anticipation, as if she couldn't wait to leave this place that made him feel depressed.

Mother Zhou was stunned for a moment, looking at Ling Jinxing's young and handsome face, feeling mixed emotions.

She knew that her son was no longer humane and it was useless to stop her.

Thinking of this, she sighed: "You can go back soon. I'll ask the driver to take you."

Ling Jinxing smiled with satisfaction when he heard this. He turned and walked towards the door, but suddenly stopped: "Mom, I'll be leaving soon!"

Who wants to stay here? How can I watch Xu Miaomiao's joke if I don't go back?

After Ling Jinxing returned, Zhou's mother immediately called Xu Miaomiao and told her to go home and not let the secret be exposed.

Xu Miaomiao pursed her lips. She didn't want to go at first, but she still went back.

Inside the villa, the light was soft and dim. Ling Jinxing gently pushed open the door, and what came into view was Xu Miaomiao's bruised face.

She feigned surprise, her brows slightly raised, a playful smile playing at the corner of her mouth: "Miao Miao, what's wrong? Are you not used to the climate back home, or is it because the night was too exciting and you can't bear to go to sleep?"

Xu Miaomiao forced a smile, but it was uglier than crying. She gritted her teeth and replied, "Sister-in-law, it's just jet lag. Don't worry about it."

Ling Jinxing chuckled softly, her laughter as clear as a silver bell, yet concealing a subtle edge. "Jet lag, it's really a nagging little demon. Then you should hurry up and meet Zhou Gong in your dreams. When your brother Quan comes back, I'll wake you up myself."

Xu Miaomiao's anger instantly ignited when she heard Ling Jinxing's words. She could no longer maintain that fake smile: "Ling Tingmei, stop pretending here! Brother Quan is not here, why are you pretending to be virtuous? You don't even like me!"

The smile on Ling Jinxing's face froze instantly, replaced by a frosty expression: "Oh? You are quite self-aware. However, it's not just that I dislike you, I hate you from the bottom of my heart!"

As she spoke, she slowly moved forward, each step firm and powerful. The sound of her high heels hitting the marble floor was crisp and loud, like a war drum, announcing the coming of war.

She walked up to Xu Miaomiao, raised her hand mercilessly, and slapped her hard in the face.

Then, she grabbed Xu Miaomiao's jaw, her eyes filled with coldness and disdain: "Do you want to know why Zhou Fuquan became like that? Because I changed his medicine. Your wishful thinking was wrong. You will never be able to sit in the position of Mrs. Zhou!"

"Want to rely on children to get to the top? You can only dream about it!"