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

Ling Jinxing raised her lips into a playful smile, her eyes flickering as if concealing endless depths. "Are you satisfied with this result now?" Her voice was soft but carried a power that could not be ignored, like a whisper in the dark night, evoking imagination.

Xu Miaomiao widened her eyes, her face full of disbelief, as if she had been struck by lightning. "So, you did all this on purpose? No wonder you agreed to go to the old house so readily that day. It turns out you already knew everything?" Her voice trembled, with a hint of unwillingness and anger.

This woman is much more complicated than she appears.

Her stupidity is nothing but a carefully woven disguise to confuse those who despise her.

"That's your husband! How could you be so cruel to him?" There was a hint of despair in Xu Miaomiao's voice. When she thought of Ling Jinxing's plan to kill someone with a borrowed knife, she felt a chill on her back, as if countless pairs of eyes were staring at her in the dark.

This morning, when Zhou Fuquan's miserable appearance was confirmed, her heart felt as if it was torn apart.

Those drugs, like invisible blades, pushed him into an endless abyss.

She turned around suddenly, wanting to rush out of this suffocating space, to tell Zhou Fuquan the truth, to expose the true face of this woman.

However, Ling Jinxing seemed to see through her thoughts and smiled gently, a smile full of sarcasm and provocation.

"Why? Once unfaithful, never again!" Ling Jinxing's voice was cold and resolute. She stretched out her hand, and her slender fingers gently slid across Xu Miaomiao's neck, as if admiring a work of art. "Even if you tell him, what will happen? Do you have evidence? Or can you find any fingerprints of mine? Don't forget, it was you who drugged him!"

Xu Miaomiao was almost on the verge of collapse. She roared, "How can you be so vicious?"

Her voice was filled with endless anger and unwillingness, as if she wanted to tear this hypocritical world apart.

Everything was originally planned. As long as the two of them could be together, she could use those things to do in vitro fertilization.

But I didn't think...

However, Ling Jinxing only smiled even brighter, with a hint of morbid madness in that smile, "Vicious? I thought I was vicious! I didn't expect it to be just vicious. How boring! Tell me, if I make his inhumane deeds public, can I get a bigger share of the property when we divorce?"

Her tone was relaxed and casual, as if she was talking about something very ordinary.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the room became increasingly depressing.

The wind whistled outside the window, carrying a hint of ominous foreboding.

The light was dim and yellow, illuminating the faces of the two people, each of whom was preoccupied with their own thoughts.

Xu Miaomiao bit her lower lip so hard that it almost drew blood.

She knew she was no match for Ling Jinxing, a woman too cunning and ruthless. But she refused to accept this, unwilling to be manipulated like this.

"Ling Tingmei, just wait! I won't let you succeed!" Xu Miaomiao secretly swore in her heart that she must find an opportunity to expose the true face of this woman and make her pay the price she deserves.

Ling Jinxing simply raised the corners of her mouth slightly, a faint smile blooming on her lips, "Go ahead, I want to see if Zhou Fuquan can still listen to your words with the same attentiveness as before."

Xu Miaomiao was speechless for a moment when she heard this.

She recalled Zhou Fuquan's volcanic anger this morning, and her heart trembled.

To offend him again now would undoubtedly be asking for trouble, not to mention...

"If you are willing to live in this mansion for a long time, then do as you please. I, Ling Tingmei, have never been particular about trivial matters, so naturally I won't mind whether you stay or leave." Ling Jinxing's words were a bit casual, and then he turned and walked up the stairs with light steps, as if he didn't care about the turmoil in Xu Miaomiao's heart.

Anyway, she doesn't care if this person has any recordings or anything like that. Even if there are any, they will be destroyed by the system.

As Ling Jinxing's figure gradually disappeared around the corner of the stairs, a cold voice came slowly, "But you can't tell these words to anyone else, and you can't pass them on to anyone else! If you don't believe me, you can give it a try!"

Xu Miaomiao anxiously pulled out her phone, her fingertips darting across the screen, trying to relay Ling Jinxing's profound words to Zhou Fuquan. However, no matter how hard she tried, the input box only displayed a string of emojis and jumbled characters, as if her thoughts were being scrambled by some mysterious force, preventing her from accurately conveying even the slightest bit of information.

Her brow furrowed, her gaze lingering on the screen. The impatience within her was like a caged beast, itching to strike but unable to find a vent. Even when she tried to briefly explain the situation to the housekeeper, the words turned into silent sighs, leaving only an awkward silence in the air.

The housekeeper stood aside, looking at Xu Miaomiao with a confused expression. Every movement she made seemed helpless and anxious. "Miss Xu, do you need help?" he asked tentatively, a hint of confusion and concern in his voice.

Xu Miaomiao's eyes turned red with anxiety. She nodded vigorously, but the moment she opened her mouth, all the words were stuck in her throat and she could only make an unclear "uh..."

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and Xu Miaomiao's heart was filled with unprecedented frustration.

And all this happened after that stormy night. Ling Jinxing's words were like a spell, trapping her in this unspeakable world.

In the blink of an eye, a week passed quietly.

Zhou Fuquan finally recovered and was discharged from the hospital, returning to that familiar yet slightly unfamiliar home.

The sunlight shines through the gaps in the curtains and dapples onto the ground, adding a touch of warmth to the slightly dull atmosphere.

As soon as Xu Miaomiao saw Zhou Fuquan returning, she couldn't wait to greet him, her eyes flashing with a mixture of anticipation and anxiety.

However, when she mustered up the courage to pour out everything in her heart, all that came out of her mouth was a strange "Aba Aba" sound.

Zhou Fuquan was stunned. He stared at Xu Miaomiao with wide eyes, bewildered, as if he had just heard something unbelievable. "Xu Miaomiao, what are you... talking about?" His voice was filled with confusion and shock.

Xu Miaomiao's heart sank. She tried to speak again, but the result was the same.

She closed her eyes in despair, tears welling up in her eyes but stubbornly refusing to fall.

At this moment, she felt unprecedented loneliness and helplessness.

Seeing this, Zhou Fuquan felt an inexplicable worry in his heart.

He gently held Xu Miaomiao's hand, his eyes filled with tenderness and encouragement. "Miaomiao, don't be anxious, take your time. Tell me what you have to say!"