From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Chapter 366: 168 Fairness (Second Revision)_2

“No…nothing, it’s just my colleague’s son looking for her. Xiangxiang, what do you want to tell Mom?”

“Where’s Deng Kun?”

“He…He should be at home, he’s off work today.”

“You call him now and tell him to pick up a delivery downstairs in twenty minutes. Don’t say I told you. Tell him the delivery is very important and he must go downstairs.”

Zhao Xiaohui looked confused, but she did as requested. “Okay, I’ll make sure to tell him.”

“Bed number twenty-six, go for the CT scan, family members take good care of the patient…” A nurse shouted at the door of the ward.

Zhao Xiaohui was startled and quickly covered her phone with one hand.

Zhu Xiangxiang squinted her eyes: “Where are you?”

“I… I’m at work, my colleague was just watching a medical drama… ” Zhao Xiaohui’s voice became quieter and quieter.

“You just pass the message to Deng Kun, and don’t say I told you.” Zhu Xiangxiang finished the sentence and hung up the phone, her brow furrowed.

What was Zhao Xiaohui really up to? Was she hiding something from her?

Zhu Xiangxiang couldn’t figure it out, but whatever secret Zhao Xiaohui had was none of her business, as she wouldn’t stay at the Dengs for long.

Zhu Xiangxiang was walking on the sidewalk, followed by a red Ferrari slowly approaching on the motorway behind her, with a white sedan far behind the Ferrari.

In order to reach the residential area where the Dengs lived, they had to go through a dirty and chaotic market, making people nauseous. Lin Qing watched Zhu Xiangxiang walk in without changing her expression, feeling a mix of emotions.

Lin Qing parked the car on the roadside and walked in, wearing high heels and carrying a bag.

Shaodan had mentioned to her once before how bad the environment of the residential area where Zhu Xiangxiang lived was. She didn’t care at the time, but now that she was there, she realized it was even worse than she had imagined.

There were muddy puddles and garbage everywhere, and flies buzzed around messily in late summer. On the roadside, a butcher lifted a cleaver and chopped meat, and splashes of it landed on Lin Qing’s shoes.

Lin Qing’s face changed at once, and she glared at the butcher. The butcher, seeing a well-dressed and elegant woman, sheepishly smiled: “Madam, would you like some meat? Authentic tenderloin…”

Lin Qing snorted coldly, stomped her foot, and walked forward suppressing her disgust.

Zhu Xiangxiang bought vegetables and noodles, and even haggled with the vegetable seller over a few cents, showing none of the delicate demeanor that she had as the young lady of the Zhus.

Could it be that Xiangxiang was actually cooking at the Dengs’? Lin Qing found it unbelievable and heartbreaking.

Her daughter, whom she had held in the palm of her hand, had hands that were meant for playing the violin, not for being smeared with grease.

Zhu Xiangxiang’s lips curved but she did not change her expression, as she continued to walk forward.

Arriving at the entrance of the building, she ran into Deng Kun head-on. Seeing her, he sneered, “The young lady is back.”

Zhu Xiangxiang narrowed her eyes and smelled a whiff of alcohol.

Had Deng Kun been drinking?

He became crazy when he drank. God was helping her too.

After Deng Kun had rummaged through her room and Zhu Xiangxiang discovered it, the two had a big quarrel and their superficial peace could no longer be maintained. However, Zhu Xiangxiang was somewhat afraid of Deng Kun and would avoid him whenever she saw him.

Today, Zhu Xiangxiang did not leave immediately. She looked up and down at Deng Kun with a hint of contempt in her eyes, “I warn you, don’t even think about getting anything from me. Even if I threw it away or donated it, I wouldn’t give you a penny. Give up this idea as soon as possible, you rotten gambler, scumbag.”

Zhu Xiangxiang spoke lightly, and only Deng Kun, who was close by, could hear her. Deng Kun, drunk and angry, glared furiously at her, his hand suddenly gripping Zhu Xiangxiang’s neck. “You little bitch, are you asking for death?”

Zhu Xiangxiang struggled fiercely, shouting, “Help, murder!” She threw the vegetables and noodles in her hand at Deng Kun’s face, but they had no effect on him at all.

Her cry only provoked Deng Kun’s anger even more. He got even more violent in his grip, wishing he could strangle her to death.

“Shut up, shut up!”

Deng Kun was a strong man, while Zhu Xiangxiang was small-framed, a completely mismatched pair in front of him, like a fish on a chopping board.

The hand on her neck felt like the scythe of the grim reaper, and Zhu Xiangxiang truly felt death at one moment, her eyes rolling back, fear consuming her heart…

Was she really going to die?

Just then, a loud shout rang out: “Let go of my daughter!”