Pretty and charming, dressed in the 90s, she's good at everything from making money to causing

Feng Hui and Jia Yong were both stunned.

take away?

Whom should we take with us?

The next second, Boss Jia decisively stepped forward, blocking Feng Hui's path to show his loyalty: "What do you intend to do to Young Master Feng?"

He dared to move forward because he felt Lin Ting wouldn't dare to fight Feng Hui—Jiang Zong was Jiang Zong, and his father couldn't afford to offend him, but Lin Ting...

Secondly, he felt that even if Lin Tingzhen acted rashly in public, she wouldn't gain any advantage.

Therefore, he felt that this was a great opportunity that he would be doing himself a disservice if he didn't seize it.

He went up, and then a size 42 hand grabbed him by the collar.

Jia Yong: "...?"

What?

Coming for him?

His move was essentially like a wolf walking into a tiger's den.

Upon seeing Monk, who resembled a small mountain, Feng Hui subconsciously took a half-step back, perhaps because he was reminded of the night he was beaten up.

But he soon calmed down.

"Lin Ting, let him go! He's my friend!"

Lin Ting couldn't possibly have actually done it in the hospital, could he?

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

Jia Yong probably thought the same way; despite being arrested, he remained arrogant.

"Little girl, what do you think you're doing? Trying to bully me? With your size, I'll make sure you can use both hands to bully the weak!"

Jia Yong performed well and showed no signs of backing down.

Lin Ting chuckled softly, ignoring Jia Yong, and said to Feng Hui, "Is your friend... very capable?"

Feng Hui frowned: "If you dare to touch him, I will make you pay the price."

Recently, Jia Yong has been quite flattering to him, and he's already become one of his most capable lieutenants. And since they're out in the open, he can't possibly not protect his own people.

"Oh, then you can give it a try."

Lin casually responded, then turned to Monk and said, "Take him away."

Monk carried Jia Yong like a chick and strode out, completely ignoring whether Jia Yong's legs were tumbling in the air.

"Lin Ting! You can't touch him!"

Feng Hui panicked and reached out to grab Lin Ting.

Lin Ting sidestepped easily.

"Those who gave me life are unacceptable, those who raised me are unacceptable, those who have been kind to me are unacceptable, those who have treated me with true affection are unacceptable... but others are all acceptable."

Lin Ting's eyes were icy cold as she turned to look at Feng Hui, her voice frigid, "Why not him?"

Feng Hui stared blankly at Lin Ting, unsure whether he was startled by her tone or simply didn't understand what she meant.

Lin Ting glanced at him disdainfully, put her small hands in her trench coat pockets, and turned to walk out.

“Feng Hui, don’t think that just because I’m sitting at your table I have to bow down to you. If I dare to sit at this table, I can flip it over anytime I want.”

In the noisy corridor, Lin Ting's clear voice reached Feng Hui's ears precisely.

Feng Hui was momentarily stunned.

For a moment, he felt that Lin Ting wanted to kill him.

By the time he came to his senses, Lin Ting was no longer in the corridor.

As for Jia Yong, he was taken away by Mengke even earlier.

"Your uncle's..."

Feng Hui growled and hurriedly pulled out his mobile phone: "Hurry up, stop them! Jia Yong has been taken away by Lin Ting! How the hell am I supposed to know what she's up to? She probably found out about what Jia Yong did to her..."

"Yes, yes, keep a close eye on the Public Security Bureau. Her strongest connection in Beijing is Director Zhang... She definitely wouldn't dare to directly touch Jia Yong, she can only go through the police..."

However, Lin Ting didn't go to Zhang Qing at all, and didn't even call him.

Jia Yong wasn't worried at first, until Lin Ting took him out of the city.

On the banks of a river.

Looking at the river surface that had just thawed, Lin Ting kindly said to Jia Yong, "I really want to know what the temperature is in this river today. You try it for me, and if you find out, we'll call it even."

Jia Yong looked bewildered: "What do you mean?"

Lin Ting did not answer.

Soon, Jia Yong understood what Lin Ting meant.

Monk tied Jia Yong up tightly with hemp rope, then kicked him into the river.

Jia Yong: "...!"

He instinctively wanted to curse, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he choked on a mouthful of cold water.

The icy river water instantly soaked through his coat, as if his blood had frozen instantly, no longer delivering oxygen to his brain.

Jia Yong's mind went blank; he had completely lost the ability to think.

Before long, Monk pulled him out by the rope.

"Cough cough cough... Ugh—"

Jia Yong couldn't swim, so he coughed up large mouthfuls of water, his lips turning purple from the cold.

"you you……"

Lin Ting: "What temperature? Have you tested it?"

Jia Yong's pupils contracted, and a hint of fear finally appeared in his eyes as he looked at Lin Ting.

"Little girl, you're pretty ruthless!"

Jia Yong forced out a trembling voice through gritted teeth, "You dare kill me? If I die, you'll pay with your life!"

"Ah."

Lin Ting smiled slightly, "Let me tell you the truth—Jia Yong, the mastermind behind the bombing, panicked and fell into the river after I caught him... Unfortunately, I can't swim and couldn't save you."

"Don't you think this reason is perfect?"

Jia Yong's already pale face turned even paler from the cold.

Lin Ting suddenly stopped smiling, turned to Monk and said, "Boss Jia probably didn't figure out the water temperature. Let's give him another chance."

"you……"

Before Jia Yong could even utter a curse, he fell into the river again.

The coat that once signified his status was now soaked in water, turning into heavy shackles that dragged him down like a water ghost.

And he could do nothing but hold his breath.

Suffocation and fear caused him to lose control of his sphincter. A warm current flowed down his thigh and then quickly dissipated, replaced by an even colder chill than before.

Just when he felt he was about to suffocate, that wicked rope pulled him up like a savior.

"Lin Ting, you...you're courting death..."

"Give him another chance."

"...!"

"again."

"..."

"again."

"..."

Jia Yong couldn't remember how many times he had been forced to act as a human thermometer.

He lay on his back in the soil, looking at the blue sky, and thought about all the sins he had committed in his life.

Indeed, he had used many underhanded tactics while mining, suppressing small business owners in the same industry, withholding wages from miners who risked their lives, and even using money to resolve coal mine explosions...

But he felt that he hadn't committed such a crime.

Lin Ting, with her hands on her knees, bent down to look at him: "Boss Jia, what's the temperature? You still haven't told me."

Jia Yong shivered violently.

He was wrong, very wrong.

This girl is no fairy, she's a demon from hell!

Using people as thermometers—even the worst guy around him couldn't come up with such a "brilliant idea"!

"Miss Lin, I...I...I was wrong!"

Jia Yong cried.

After being nearly killed so many times, his mental state had collapsed.

Death is not scary; it only takes a moment.

What's terrifying is the endless cycle of death.

Despair piles up again and again, but it doesn't numb people; it only makes them want to live more.

"Ah."

Lin Ting smiled again.

"The first time I threw you into the river, you hated me;"

"I'll throw things at you fifteen times, and on the sixteenth time I'll hand you a towel, and you'll thank me instead."

Lin Ting threw a towel at him, a mocking smile playing on her lips.

Jia Yong shrank his neck, not daring to move or utter a sound.

He was afraid that if he paused in any way that displeased her, she would come up with some even more troublesome way to torment him.

Lin Ting brushed off non-existent dust from his clothes, glanced at Jia Yong, and said, "Fifteen times, consider it compensation for my goods, no problem?"

Jia Yong nodded repeatedly: "No problem, no problem!"

"Okay, next, let's talk about human affairs."

Jia Yong: "...!"

Again?