They actually beat the Third Miss like this, right under her nose.
If Madam and the Second Miss found out, wouldn't they skin her alive?
Moreover, she definitely won't be able to keep her job.
The thought of losing such a high-paying job made her heartbroken.
"Third Miss..."
"Shut up, what good will calling the police do us? If you don't know, don't talk nonsense." Gu Ci felt extremely embarrassed, her face burning with shame and anger, both from being hit by Meng Sheng.
She snapped at Sister He, "Help me up, call a nurse to treat my hand wound, and then process my discharge! I want to go home!"
You want to call the police?
Do you think you haven't embarrassed yourself enough today?
Do you still think her face looks especially beautiful now?
Or perhaps she felt that she was in the right to have someone go up and provoke Meng Chengli today?
She didn't want to stay in the hospital for another second. She was afraid that if she stepped out of her room and saw the seat next to the coffee table, she would be reminded of the scene of Meng Sheng hitting her so fiercely.
She underestimated Meng Sheng's ruthlessness.
Indeed, what kind of kind person is someone who can ruin a former best friend to the point of death, send her mother-in-law to prison, and abandon her ex-husband in the hospital?
She was certain that what Meng Sheng had just told her was true.
If she does anything else that is detrimental to her, Meng Sheng will probably fight her to the death.
Even if it means death, I'll drag her down to hell with me.
She didn't want to die; she wanted to live and be with Pei Sui.
This was an obsession she could never completely let go of in either of her two lifetimes.
He Jie wasn't angry at her words, but rather stunned and surprised. "You want to be discharged? Didn't Professor Wu say you should stay until next month, until all your vital signs stabilized before you can go home to recuperate? How come... you can't be discharged? Madam won't allow it, Third Miss..."
"Don't make me repeat myself. I'm telling you to do it, so do it. I'm asking you to take care of me so you can go against me!"
Unable to vent her anger, Gu Ci found that speaking even slightly aloud would exacerbate the pain in her face. Frustrated, she roared, interrupting her, "Help me up!"
Sister He was startled by her sudden shout.
The third young lady actually has the best temper among the Gu family members, so for her to get so angry, she must have been really furious.
She shrank back slightly, then quickly and carefully helped Gu Ci up from the ground. Only after returning to the room did she press the call button.
Soon, a nurse came over.
Seeing Gu Ci's rapidly swelling face, the nurse was somewhat taken aback. She opened her mouth, subconsciously wanting to ask something, but before the words could even leave her lips, Gu Ci's gloomy gaze fell upon her, carrying an icy chill that sent a shiver down her spine.
She quickly shut her mouth, not daring to say another word; she couldn't afford to offend rich people.
I could only pretend I hadn't seen or known anything. I lowered my head and used tweezers to remove all the shards embedded in her palm. I shone a light on them to make sure there were no more porcelain fragments in her palm before I disinfected them with iodine, applied medicine, and wrapped them in gauze.
After explaining some precautions, the nurse didn't linger and left with her things.
Gu Ci leaned against the pillow, her eyes closed in utter despair.
Why?
Why is this life so much more agonizing and painful than the last?
No need to guess, she completely angered Meng Sheng today, and Meng Sheng will probably badmouth her outside.
Starting the day after Fang Zhiman's wedding, her reputation began to crumble, and in the near future, it will likely be completely shattered into dust.
She was unwilling to accept it.
However, he didn't want to engage in a "one-for-one" exchange with Meng Sheng, as that would definitely not be worthwhile.
The anger in her chest, the shame in her nerve endings, and the internal conflict were all pulling at her rationality. Right now, she was simply unable to think about any problem in a positive light.
In an instant, all the hatred and rage coalesced into a single thought...
*
After beating the person, Meng Sheng returned to the 17th floor without leaving a trace.
Gu Ci stirred up trouble, and she had to clean it up herself. Just thinking about her father's expression later made her want to rush down and beat that little bitch Gu Ci up again.
That beating was too light.
How could she come up with such a disgusting and despicable method?
How can a person be so shameless?
It's specifically to disgust her.
I'm so angry!
Meng Sheng took a deep breath, trying to calm down her anger and suppress the urge to rush down and beat Gu Ci up. She walked in calmly.
Meng Chengli sat in his wheelchair, facing the window, his expression somewhat dazed, his eyes bloodshot.
For a moment, she felt that her father's back looked ten years older.
Just as Xiao Zhao was about to call her, she put her index finger to her lips, made a "shh" gesture, and then waved to him.
After understanding, Xiao Zhao nodded, tiptoed out, and said in a low voice, "Miss Meng, don't worry, the old gentleman is fine after taking the medicine."
Meng Sheng's tense expression relaxed. "I'll talk to my dad. You stay outside and keep watch. Don't let anyone in."
Xiao Zhao: "Hey, don't worry."
Meng Sheng stepped inside and looked at Meng Chengli's back again.
At that moment, her heart felt as if it were being submerged in water, suffocating and painful. The guilt she had been pressing down on resurfaced, and with just a gentle wave, it could push her back into that pitch-black alley, where the road ahead seemed long and uncertain.
She clenched her fist. In that instant, she felt that Gu Ci and Ning Weiwei deserved to die!
They don't deserve to live in this world.
She took a deep breath, walked to Meng Chengli's side, lowered her head and murmured, "Dad."
Meng Chengli's ethereal and fragile thoughts were forcibly pulled back by her soft call.
Looking at his daughter's beautiful face, so thin it was barely the size of a palm, he couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness.
Sheng Sheng and Ali look six or seven parts alike, especially their eyebrows and eyes. They are calm and gentle, yet bright and open-minded. When they smile, it's like the first snow melting in spring, with a babbling brook flowing through a mountain stream.
He smiled and said, "You're back. If the art museum is busy, go ahead and do your work. Don't worry about me."
"dad."
Meng Sheng slowly squatted down, meeting his slightly aged, bloodshot eyes. Her own eyes reddened, and her voice choked with emotion, "Why did you get up? Xiao Zhao just said your high blood pressure flared up. Shouldn't you be lying down and resting?"
Meng Chengli shook his head, "It's nothing, I just couldn't accept it for a moment..."
"Dad, I'm sorry." Meng Sheng's throat tightened, and her voice became hoarse.
"Was what that person saying true?"
Meng Chengli grasped her hand, his remaining rationality completely shattered. At this moment, he wanted an answer, he wanted the truth.
"Was Ning Wei really behind your mother's death?"
At this point, there was no need to hide anything any longer. Meng Sheng lowered her eyelids and nodded gently, "Yes, Mom found out she interfered in my marriage with Shang Boyu. She wanted her to confess to me and leave Shang Boyu, but she was blinded by greed and hired someone to tamper with the brakes on Mom's car, causing the brakes to fail..."
Meng Chengli's breathing became heavier, and his entire arm began to tremble. "Your mother treated her well back then, how could she do such a thing..."
"Dad, don't worry."
Meng Sheng was genuinely afraid that he might not be able to handle it and something unexpected might happen, so she instinctively wanted to press the call button.
But as soon as she tried to get up, Meng Chengli grabbed her. "I'm fine. Tell me, where is she now? Has she been arrested by the police?"
Meng Sheng had no choice but to squat down again. After struggling with her conscience, she said truthfully, "She tried to kill me before, but I caught her and locked her up in Qiming Mental Hospital. A few days ago, my cousin took her away. Now, whether she's dead or alive... I don't know."
She thought about Cheng Jie's matter but decided not to tell him.
Even she was somewhat devastated and unable to accept it, so Meng Chengli would probably find it even more unbearable that the murderer who killed her mother could go unpunished.
"She...she still wants to kill you?" Meng Chengli's voice suddenly rose, filled with uncontrollable rage and shock.
Fortunately, she closed the door when she came in, and the room was well soundproofed, so people in the living room couldn't hear what was going on inside.
She quickly reassured him, "Dad, don't worry, I'm fine. Look, I'm perfectly alright now, aren't I?"
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