At home.
balcony.
Linghu Lan slowly scrolled through her phone. News spread quickly online, and it seemed that a small spark had eventually become a prairie fire.
She slowly closed her phone again and picked up a book from the side to read.
The phone rang.
She glanced at the number; it was Tang Xinyou's. She then muted the phone and didn't answer.
She understood why Tang Xinyou had called and what she would say; she simply wanted to vent her anger.
"Ding-dong!"
Several photos were uploaded to my phone. They showed Tang Xinyou being slapped by Zhao Qifeng, fired from her job, and walking out of the office.
Linghu Lan smiled. Tang Xinyou was probably furious at this result. Even if she was furious, she could only hold it in. Linghu Lan had tasted that kind of frustration and bitterness for too many years. Now it was finally time for Tang Xinyou to taste that feeling. The feeling of revenge was truly wonderful.
Didn't Tang Xinyou always think that what she did was perfectly justifiable?
Didn't we always think that it was just a moral issue, and that the law couldn't touch her?
Didn't we always think that the moral judgment from Linghu Lan alone was insignificant?
Since that's the case, then she'll tell more people about this so they can experience what true moral judgment is like.
Tang Xinyou's challenge is not just about her own life and death, but about the moral values of the entire society. In that case, let everyone judge whether this matter should be punished.
When Lan's mother brought in the "medicine," she saw Linghu Lan engrossed in reading.
Lan's mother felt sorry for her and nagged, "Take your medicine quickly. You said you've only just recovered, and only three months have passed. You can take your time to study. You just took a bunch of exams recently, and now you're rushing to study again. You want to find a job so soon? Your current health condition simply doesn't allow it. I won't let you do anything reckless."
Linghu Lan looked up at her mother, and her clear eyes instantly melted her mother's heart. However, upon hearing what Linghu Lan said, her mother felt her heart harden like a steel plate.
Linghu Lan slowly said, "Actually, my ideal job is to inherit the family fortune, but the circumstances don't allow it!"
Lan's mother gasped for breath, then exploded. "You still want to inherit the family fortune? Your father and I have 200,000 yuan in debt. Do you want to inherit it? If you do, it can be passed on to you immediately."
Linghu Lan: "..."
"You really are my mom!"
"It's good to know she's your real mother! Take your medicine quickly, and then get some sleep. Your task now is to get a good night's rest!" Lan's mother urged Linghu Lan to take her medicine.
Linghu Lan glanced at her phone again and then put it on silent.
She needs to rest; the real storm is yet to come.
When she woke up, she already had dozens of missed calls.
Lan's mother pushed open the door with a gloomy face, her eyes clearly filled with tears. After a long while, she asked with trembling lips, "Lanlan, is what's said online true? You were really made sick by Tang Xinyou and Xia Mingyuan? Did Tang Xinyou really just stand by and watch you die?"
Linghu Lan sighed softly and nestled gently in her mother's arms. "It's all true!"
Lan's mother trembled, hugged Linghu Lan tightly, and silently cried. Her tears fell on Linghu Lan's hair, softening her heart little by little.
Linghu Lan closed her eyes: This is her mother's tenderness!
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