The Girl Who Married a Tycoon Husband After Disfigurement

Chapter 34

The fat aunt recognized the middle-aged woman at first glance as the person who had given her money that afternoon. She walked up and said, "Let's go out and talk."

The middle-aged woman nodded slightly and turned to walk out of the ward. She didn't like the smell in the ward either. If it wasn't for the mistress's order, she wouldn't have come here.

"Didn't you ask them to get out? How come they're still living there?" There was a tone of questioning in the middle-aged woman's voice. She looked at the fat aunt with a cold face.

The fat aunt's eyes turned around, pretending to look pitiful. "I drove them out but they refused to move, and they even beat me up. Look, my arm is bruised." She rolled up her sleeve to show the middle-aged woman the bruise on her arm. Of course, these bruises were made by her own pinching just now. She knew the other party would definitely look for her again.

The middle-aged woman glanced at the fat aunt's arm with a frown. "Then report to the police."

"I did, but they have a contract. The police said we have to resolve it ourselves." The fat aunt took out the 10,000 yuan the middle-aged woman had given her earlier from her pocket and handed it back to the middle-aged woman. "Here's your money back. I really can't fight them." Although she was uneducated, she had been a maid in the landlord's house when she was young, and she knew that the person behind this middle-aged woman must be of high status and was not someone a small commoner like her could afford to provoke. However, Ling Yue had shown her kindness, and she could not repay kindness with enmity and drive them away.

The middle-aged woman snatched the money and glared at the fat aunt. "Useless, can't even handle such a small thing."

Watching the middle-aged woman walk away, the fat aunt breathed a sigh of relief. First thing tomorrow morning, she would transfer the deed of the house to Ling Yue and the others.

In a pink, luxurious room, the light from the crystal chandelier was bright. The bed, table and cabinet were full of all kinds of plush toys, all exquisitely made with top quality materials, specially brought back from abroad by Yang Xiner to give to Ling Meng, showing how much she doted on her daughter.

Yang Xiner held Ling Meng's hand with slightly red eyes, looking at Ling Meng lying in bed. "Mengmeng, wake up, don't keep playing tricks on Mom, okay?" The doctor couldn't find any reason. She had brought Mengmeng back home and asked Ling Tianzheng to invite several famous doctors from Jing City to come and consult about Mengmeng's condition, but the results were all the same. She was really worried to death. Mengmeng was fine when she went out in the morning. How did she become like this when she came back?

The person on the bed remained motionless, as if dead.

"Mengmeng, Mengmeng." Yang Xiner cried and threw herself on Ling Meng.

"Knock knock knock!" There was a knock on the door.

Yang Xiner sat up, wiped away her tears, and said, "Come in!"

The door was pushed open, and the middle-aged woman walked in. She respectfully walked to Yang Xiner's side. "Madam!"

"How did it go? Have they been driven out?" When Yang Xiner thought of Ling Yue, she wished she could kill her. She actually dared to beat Mengmeng. She wanted her to pay back ten times, a hundred times. She had already thought about it. First let that cheap slut Ling Yue end up on the streets, then find some people to humiliate her, take photos, and make headlines in major newspapers for everyone to point fingers at.

Then sell her to places of prostitution and let her live a life worse than death. Of course she would make arrangements for her clients until that cheap slut was tortured to death.

The middle-aged woman pursed her lips. "They still live there." She repeated to Yang Xiner what the fat aunt had told her.

Yang Xiner narrowed her eyes and smiled gloomily. "Then get someone to burn down the house." If that cheap slut died, it would be her luck. If she didn't die, what awaited her would be endless abyss.

"Yes!" The middle-aged woman took the order and left.

The night was as dark as ink, with thick clouds in the gloomy sky that could rain down any time.

Ling Yue sat under a tree cultivating. She heard rustling footsteps outside, and there was a pungent smell of gasoline. A hint of cold light flashed through her eyes.

She stood up, her figure flashed, and disappeared from the spot.

Two men were sneaking around carrying two buckets of gasoline. They looked around.

"Let's do it now."

"Okay, you pour the front, I'll climb the wall and pour into the house."

With the division of labor clear, the man nimbly climbed onto the surrounding wall, just about to jump down, when he felt pain in the back of his neck, and fell unconscious.

The man below who was opening the gasoline heard something heavy falling above. His heart skipped a beat, and he looked up to ask the man on the roof, "What happened?"

Before his voice faded, he felt a sharp pain at the back of his neck. He didn't even see who was behind him before he blacked out.

Ling Yue looked at the two men lying on the ground, with coldness swirling in her eyes. She picked up one man with each hand, glanced at the two buckets of gasoline on the ground, and a piercingly cold sneer turned up at the corner of her mouth.

Yang Xiner was sleeping groggily when she suddenly heard screams outside, and when she listened carefully, she realized the house was on fire. She hurriedly put on her clothes and ran out.

Thick smoke rolled, choking Yang Xiner and making her cough incessantly. A servant ran over and pulled Yang Xiner to quickly run out of the villa. At this time, the entire villa was already engulfed in flames, and the sound of crackling fire lit up the dark night sky blood red.

Thinking of Ling Meng inside, Yang Xiner anxiously shouted, "Hurry up and save the young lady!" Fortunately, her son was abroad with his aunt and not at home.

The sound of fire trucks came from outside. Soon, several firefighters rushed in and began to deal with the fire.

Yang Xiner paced anxiously. What she worried most now was Mengmeng. How was she now?

Seeing a firefighter carrying Ling Meng out, Yang Xiner hurried forward. "Mengmeng, Mengmeng, you..."

Seeing Ling Meng's face clearly, Yang Xiner took a frightened step back. What to do? Mengmeng's face was burned by the fire. If Mengmeng woke up and knew her face was ruined, she would definitely not want to live.

A pair of eyes in the dark watched all this, and she laughed lowly, like a demon in the dark night. Her cold and aloof phoenix eyes were filled with mockery and coldness. She turned and disappeared into the night. She had always been someone who doesn't bother others, but if others bother her, she will return it double. All this was brought upon themselves by Yang Xiner and her daughter.

Ling Meng was rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment, and after a night of rescue, she finally got out of mortal danger.

Ling Tianzheng got the news and rushed over. He didn't go home last night but spent the night at his mistress's place. It wasn't until this morning that he received the news about the fire at home and that Ling Meng's face was burned by the fire.

"How's Mengmeng?" Ling Tianzheng walked to Yang Xiner who was wiping away tears and grabbed her hand as he looked at the bandaged Ling Meng on the hospital bed.

"Mengmeng, she...."

A painful moan came from the hospital bed. Ling Meng slowly opened her eyes and saw her surroundings clearly. "Mom..." She said with difficulty, feeling as if there was a lump of lead blocking her throat that made her extremely uncomfortable.

"Mengmeng, you're awake." Yang Xiner wiped away her tears, stepped forward and held Ling Meng's hand tightly, with deep heartache in her eyes.

"What happened to me...why does my face hurt so much..." Ling Meng felt piercing pain on her face, and slowly raised her hand, wanting to touch her face.

"Don't move, be careful of the wound." Yang Xiner held Ling Meng's other hand. She couldn't let Mengmeng know her face was ruined, or she definitely wouldn't be able to bear it. She knew best how much her daughter cared about her face.

"Mom...what on earth happened..." Ling Meng had a bad premonition, making her even more want to know what had happened to her face.

Yang Xiner looked at Ling Meng's face wrapped in gauze bandages, with sad tears falling one after another, "Mengmeng, it will be alright, everything will pass, believe your mom and dad." She will definitely find out who set the fire and tear that person into ten thousand pieces.

"Mom...what exactly happened to my face..." Ling Meng pulled at the wounds on her face, the pain making her whole face wrinkle up, and her body also slightly trembling from the pain.

"Alright, just go ahead and tell her," Ling Tianzheng said, as he really could not stand to watch this anymore. What is all this, his eldest daughter's looks ruined by the big fire, and now his youngest daughter's looks also ruined by fire. Originally he had also planned to marry his youngest daughter into the Zhou family, but now it looked hopeless.

Ling Meng stared fixedly at Yang Xiner, her eyes full of apprehension.

Yang Xiner sniffed and after a long time, slowly said: "Yesterday there was a big fire at home, and your face was burned by the fire."