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

Ling Jinxing slowly walked down the carved stairs. The sunlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, casting patches of light on her face as she pretended to be worried.

She stared at Xu Miaomiao, who was sitting on the sofa in the living room, frowned slightly, and whispered softly, "A Quan, look at Miaomiao's face. Is she sick? Why does she look so listless?"

Xu Miaomiao turned her head abruptly upon hearing this, a flash of anger in her eyes, mixed with a hint of helplessness. "I'm not sick..." Her words suddenly became intermittent, "Ah Ba Ah Ba... I just, I just feel a little uncomfortable."

Ling Jinxing had a playful smile on his face, with a cunning glint in his eyes.

"Oh! It seems that she is seriously ill! What is wrong with her? Or is there something she is hiding and won't tell you?" She pressed on step by step, as if she was determined to find out Xu Miaomiao's secret.

Xu Miaomiao's expression turned even uglier. She clenched her teeth, trying to speak clearly. "Ling Tingmei, do you really think I can't...ababa aba...tell the truth? I just, just..." Her words were interrupted again.

At this time, Zhou Fuquan poked his head out from the study door, his brows furrowed, obviously impatient with this farce.

"That's enough!" he shouted in a low voice. "Don't bother me if you don't have anything else. I still have a lot of work to do!"

After saying that, he waved his hand irritably, turned around, walked quickly up the stairs, and disappeared from everyone's sight.

The living room suddenly fell into silence, with only the occasional bird calls outside the window breaking the awkwardness.

Ling Jinxing sneered, a hint of smugness in her eyes. "If you're sick, get treatment right away. Why embarrass yourself here and ruin everyone's mood?" she said, a hint of sarcasm in her voice.

Xu Miaomiao's face turned pale, and she tightly grasped the pillow in her hand. "Ling Tingmei, I have plenty of ways! I will let people know and tell Zhou Fuquan."

"Okay, I'll wait!" Ling Jinxing answered without thinking.

If someone can really solve it, then that person is awesome.

Xu Miaomiao was so angry that she called Zhou's mother and asked to find the best hypnotist. She wanted to tell Zhou's mother the truth about the matter.

Zhou's mother was also very annoyed now. All she could think about was that her son had become a eunuch. "Ask your parents to find him for you! Don't bother me if there's nothing wrong!"

Then he hung up the phone directly.

"Hello, hello..." Xu Miaomiao continued asking, but after hearing the busy tone, she had to give up.

Too bad it's totally useless.

Ling Jinxing walked lightly into the study, her eyes falling on Zhou Fuquan, who was still buried in his papers. A gentle smile played on the corner of her mouth. "Fuquan, what's wrong with you? You look so unhappy with your brows."

I know you're in a bad mood, so I came here to cause trouble on purpose!

His unhappiness is her happiness!

Zhou Fuquan's eyes, which were originally a little impatient due to the busy schedule, softened a little involuntarily when he saw Ling Jinxing's gentle smile. "It's nothing, it's just that things in the company are piling up, which is a bit of a headache." As he spoke, he raised his hand and gently rubbed his temples, trying to relieve the tension.

"Really?" Ling Jinxing moved closer, pretending to be concerned. "Do you need my help in sharing anything? Or do you just want to find an excuse to avoid me and bear it all alone?" There was a hint of joking in her tone, but also a subtle temptation hidden in it.

Zhou Fuquan smiled helplessly, "You're always so sensitive. You can't help with the company's affairs, but..." He changed the subject, "Aren't you free lately? Why don't you go shopping and buy some clothes and jewelry you like? It can be considered a way to help me share the pressure."

Ling Jinxing sneered in his heart, but remained expressionless on the surface. "Oh? Then I'll obey your command. But, Fu Quan, are you sure you won't regret it? After all, I'm very good at spending money."

Zhou Fuquan scratched her nose lovingly and said, "As long as you are happy, it's worth spending any amount of money."

However, this seemingly affectionate promise made Ling Jinxing feel sick.

Mingming is still secretly checking how much money a woman can get after a man becomes a eunuch.

I've already spent money, and it's delivered right to my face! What else do I want? Of course I'll just spend the money!

In the following days, Ling Jinxing became a frequent visitor to the mall, and Zhou Fuquan's credit card bills came in like a tide, and each bill was an astronomical figure.

However, she nonchalantly wandered through various jewelry stores, buying one dazzling piece of jewelry after another.

On the evening of the seventh day, Zhou Fuquan finally called, his tone filled with undisguised anxiety. "Ling Mei, what on earth did you buy? Why is there so much money on your bank account?"

Ling Jinxing sat leisurely on the sofa at home, playing with a newly bought pearl necklace in her hand, "Oh, that, didn't you ask me to go shopping? I just bought some jewelry for myself. What's wrong? Are you feeling bad about it?" Her tone was full of provocation.

On the other end of the phone, Zhou Fuquan was silent for a moment, and finally sighed, "Ling Mei, you know I don't mean that. I'm just worried about you, after all, we..." He hesitated to speak, as if there was something difficult to say.

Ling Jinxing's sneer in his heart deepened, but he pretended to be curious and asked, "What's wrong with us? Fu Quan, do you have anything to say to me?"

Zhou Fuquan fell silent again, and finally said softly: "It's nothing, just have fun. But don't forget, we are one, your happiness is also my happiness."

After hanging up the phone, the smile on Ling Jinxing's lips gradually disappeared.

How disgusting! Why are you pretending to be so profound?

However, Xu Miaomiao, who was standing aside, had a look of unwillingness and resentment on her face. She bit her lower lip tightly and finally couldn't help but speak: "Brother Quan, you earned all this money with great difficulty, why do you squander it on her so easily?" There was an imperceptible tremor in her voice, and she obviously found Zhou Fuquan's decision difficult to understand.

Zhou Fuquan's eyes turned cold in an instant. He slowly turned around and stabbed Xu Miaomiao with his eyes like a knife. "Miaomiao, when is it your turn to interfere in my affairs? You should know your place in this family." His tone was calm and indifferent, but revealed an unquestionable majesty.

Xu Miaomiao's face turned pale. She obviously didn't expect Zhou Fuquan to see through her thoughts so directly.

But she quickly adjusted her mood, with a hint of determination in her eyes, "But... Brother Quan, are you still angry with me for what happened that day? I tell you, it was really just a misunderstanding, I..." She wanted to explain eagerly, but seemed unable to find the right words for a moment, and could only make vague "Aba Aba" sounds.

"Abba...I want to explain...Abba..."