Chapter 972 - 143 Little Lord_2
Hong Mei could hardly bear to see Jin Lingling suffer. Every night, she heard the painful, suppressed sounds of Jin Lingling being tormented by Li Chengzhi, and Hong Mei felt as though her heart would bleed. If it were only for a day or two, then perhaps it would be bearable, but it had been two whole months now. Every day, Jin Lingling would not wake until the sun was high in the sky, and Hong Mei worried that one morning she would find her young mistress dead in her bed, never to awaken again.
Jin Lingling saw Hong Mei’s concern, took her hand, and squeezed out a weak smile, "Hong Mei, don’t worry. Before the person who killed my son is brought to justice, I’m not going to die so easily."
"Miss, what nonsense are you talking about!" Hong Mei quickly covered Jin Lingling’s mouth and spat several times before she stopped.
Despite her weakness, Jin Lingling smiled faintly, "That medicine is really powerful, these days I’ve been tortured so badly that I can hardly get out of bed, let alone him. His body must be in even worse condition."
While massaging Jin Lingling’s arms and legs, Hong Mei replied, "Isn’t that the truth? He spends the nights with the miss, takes his medicine in the afternoon, and then goes to that Lin harlot. Going back and forth like this every day, even someone made of iron couldn’t endure it! It’s only because of the medicine that he thinks he’s unharmed, but in fact, he’s been hollowed out inside long ago."
Jin Lingling’s pale lips curled slightly, "It’s good that he’s hollowed out. I’m just waiting for the day he collapses in Lin Siyu’s bed."
Hong Mei nodded and began to prepare the hot water for Jin Lingling’s bath.
That afternoon, as expected, Li Chengzhi hurried back to the mansion, sneaking into Lin Siyu’s courtyard. It wasn’t until dusk that he returned to Jin Lingling’s courtyard, his legs weak and unsteady.
Jin Lingling had already been waiting with a smiling face, the chicken soup laced with "ingredients" was also ready...
During these days when Lin Yuan was recuperating in the Lin family hollow, Xia Zheng never left her side, so the business of Fuman Building was naturally thrown back to Lao Fan to manage. However, Lao Fan was also not someone who could sit still; he would run out every other day. Just as he was about to leave one day, he suddenly saw a familiar face arriving at Fuman Building.
Even though many years had passed since he last saw them, Lao Fan recognized the old man with the clean-shaven, pale face at first glance.