Ling Hui grabbed hold of the shard and started to cut the rope on her wrist.

  Perhaps it was because she had experienced being kidnapped before that she was not so panicked now.

  She knew that the more she panicked, the worse it would be.

  She had to seize every second to save herself.

  She had grown up being pampered and had never suffered much. Her skin was delicate and fragile, and when she used the broken bowl to cut the rope, her fingertips were cut and blood gushed out. It was extremely painful.

  She gritted her teeth and did not make a sound.

  Slowly, the sweat on her forehead dripped down from her temples, soaking her long hair.

  After nearly two hours, her wrist was finally free.

  Ling Hui’s hand that was holding the shard was almost stiff.

  She moved her wrist and pulled off the black cloth covering her eyes.

  This place was like a basement with no windows. It was dark all around and there was a hint of humidity.

  Ling Hui endured her fatigue and discomfort and untied the rope around her feet.

  Ling Hui found the door in the dark.

  When the door opened, it was indeed a basement like she had expected.

  Ling Hui went upstairs.

  There was a door between the exit and the first floor. Ling Hui pushed the door open and looked outside.

  The female driver who had brought her here was napping at the door.

  Ling Hui pushed open the door and walked over softly.

  The woman seemed to have noticed that something was wrong and turned back to take a look. Seeing Ling Hui coming out, she was about to shout when Ling Hui reacted quickly and hit the back of the woman’s neck with her hand.

  The woman fainted.

  Ling Hui did not dare to stay here for another second. She walked to the door and pulled it.

  As expected, the door was locked.

  Ling Hui walked around the room again. The windows were all blocked.

  Ling Hui realized that this was a flat. Apart from the living room, there were several other rooms.

  Ling Hui pushed open the doors of every room and found that the windows of every room were sealed.

  Entering one of the study rooms, Ling Hui saw that there were many books of all genres in the bookcase.

  One of them looked a little old, probably because the person who was reading often took it down.

  Ling Hui took the book.

  He flipped through it and found that it was a book that described how to capture people’s hearts.

  Ling Hui put down the book and leaned against the bookcase, kicking it in frustration.

  With this kick, the bookcase suddenly moved slowly.

  Ling Hui was shocked.

  One of the closets was actually a door.

  Ling Hui walked in doubtfully.

  It was dark inside and Ling Hui could not see anything. She found the switch and turned on the light.

  The moment the lights were turned on, Ling Hui saw what was inside. Her eyes constricted in shock.

  The walls were filled with photos of Tang Xi’s mother when she was alive.

  From the time she was young to the time she was middle-aged. There were all kinds of expressions. There was happiness, sadness, pain, depression, heaviness… The photos seemed to have been taken secretly.

  Although Tang Xi’s mother was very beautiful, the walls were full of photos of her and it looked a little scary.

  Goosebumps appeared on Ling Hui’s hands.

  This person who secretly took photos of Tang Xi’s mother must have had a crush on her. Besides, that person must have had a psychological problem too!

  Apart from the wall full of photos, Ling Hui could not see any other problems. She was about to go out when a hand reached out from behind her.

  A handkerchief with a mysterious drug covered her mouth and nose.

  Ling Hui cursed in her heart, rolled her eyes back and fainted.

  …


  Ling Hui did not feel anything and did not know how long she slept. She only woke up groggily when someone fed her something.

  Opening her eyes, she was lying in a pink princess room.

  It was obviously a girl’s room.

  It was dreamy and beautiful.

  Ling Hui stood up from the bed.

  She held onto the wall and staggered to the door.

  Suddenly, the door was pushed open from outside.

  Lin Yanyan walked in.

  Seeing Ling Hui in the room, Lin Yanyan jumped in shock. She did not expect that there would be someone in her room in the holiday house on the outskirts of the Lin family.

  “Ling Hui?”


  Lin Yanyan saw Ling Hui’s face clearly and raised her eyebrows. “Why are you here? Who asked you to come?”


  Lin Yanyan did not like Ling Hui and got angry whenever she looked at her. Recently, she had tried to contact Tang Xi but he had ignored her. It must have been because of Ling Hui.

  Ling Hui’s head was still a little dizzy. She wanted to say something, but her throat was burning and she felt terrible.

  She was weak and wanted to go out. Lin Yanyan pushed her angrily. “You’re trespassing! I’m going to call the police!”


  Even if she could not do anything to Ling Hui, she had to expose this matter and ruin Ling Hui’s reputation!

  Ling Hui pulled Lin Yanyan. “You heard that I…”


  Before she could finish, Lin Yanyan slapped Ling Hui.

  Lin Yanyan left quickly and Ling Hui leaned against the wall weakly. All of her energy seemed to have been sucked away by a huge syringe.

  After a while, she propped herself up and walked out.

  She had just reached the stairs when she heard a scream.

  It seemed to come from the balcony on the second floor.

  Ling Hui walked over and took a look.

  Seeing Lin Yanyan fall from the second floor and lying motionless on the floor, Ling Hui’s eyes widened.

  “Ha.”


  Hearing a soft laugh, Ling Hui turned her head slowly.

  A figure stood in the corner of the terrace.

  That figure was wearing a black shirt and pants, wearing a fisherman’s hat. The nose and chin that were exposed were clearly…


  Liu Ping!

  Liu Ping was not dead!

  How could a scourge who had put on an act in the Tang family for so many years die so easily?

  The car had fallen off the viaduct just so that they would lower their guards!

  “Did you push Lin Yanyan down?” Was Liu Ping going to push the blame of Lin Yanyan falling onto her?

  The woman in the fisherman’s hat smirked. “The game has started. Good luck!”


  Ling Hui wanted to chase after her, but her body felt weak again.

  From downstairs came Father Lin’s angry roar and Mother Lin’s cries.

  “Yanyan, Yanyan!”


  Papa Lin went upstairs and subdued Ling Hui on the terrace!

  …


  Soon, the news of Ling Hui pushing Lin Yanyan down the stairs spread online.

  Lin Yanyan did not die from the fall, but with her head injury, it would be difficult for her to wake up anytime soon. To put it bluntly, she might be in a vegetative state in the future.

  Ling Hui was detained.

  When Tang Xi and Gu Meng heard this news, they went to see Ling Hui together.

  In just one or two days, Ling Hui looked extremely haggard.

  The Lin family was also a renowned family in the capital. Lin Yanyan was their precious daughter. Now that there was a sudden disaster, Father Lin would let Ling Hui get the punishment she deserved.

  Through the glass window, Gu Meng and Tang Xi looked at Ling Hui.

  “Sister Ling Hui, Young Master Tang and I believe that it’s not you. Don’t worry, we will find evidence and save you.”


  Tang Xi looked at Ling Hui and his heart ached. “What happened?”


  After Ling Hui was locked in, she regained some of her energy.

  “It’s Liu Ping. She’s not dead.”


  …