When Aunt Tian saw Ling Mo go upstairs, she quickly brought her the food that had been kept warm in a thermal box.
"Young Miss, you've really been wronged today. It's all my fault for being useless; I couldn't say anything or protect you." Tian Ma grabbed a corner of her apron and wiped her bloodshot eyes.
"Thanks."
Ling Mo didn't want to refuse their kindness.
Despite not having much of an appetite, he still took the chopsticks that Aunt Tian handed him and ate slowly and carefully.
“Young Miss, is there anything you like to eat? Tell Aunt Tian and I’ll make it for you tomorrow. I vaguely remember that you were a picky eater when you were little. You wouldn’t eat a single bite of anything that wasn’t cooked by me.”
Ling Mo replied calmly, "There's nothing I particularly like to eat. After I turned ten, I lost the right to be picky about food."
Upon hearing this, Aunt Tian felt even more uneasy.
She silently turned around and gently wiped away a stream of tears and snot.
"What’s wrong with you?"
Ling Mo put down his chopsticks and looked at Aunt Tian, who was crying and sniffling, with a puzzled expression.
Aunt Tian shook her head, forcing a smile. "It's nothing, I just feel sorry for Miss. They say a child without a mother is like a blade of grass, and that's absolutely true. If Madam were still alive, she would never allow Master to leave you alone in the countryside."
"It's all in the past."
Noticing the wound on Tian Ma's forehead, Ling Mo casually took a small white porcelain bottle from the bedside table and said softly:
"Apply the plaster to the wound, do not get it wet for two hours, and it will heal completely after a good night's sleep."
Aunt Tian took the porcelain bottle, gently sniffed the scent of the transparent ointment inside, and asked in surprise:
"Why does this ointment smell so much like my wife's homemade skin-smoothing and scar-removing ointment? When my wife was alive, she saw that I often got burned by cooking oil and gave me several bottles of scar-removing ointment. I still remember the smell."
"This is the Snow Skin Scar Removal Cream."
Ling Mo nodded slightly and added, "I made the medicine exactly according to the steps in the 'Ancient Medical Book' you gave me, so you can use it with confidence."
"Shh!"
Upon hearing Ling Mo mention the "Ancient Medical Book," Aunt Tian immediately became wary.
She tiptoed to the bedroom door, and only relaxed her guard after confirming several times that there were no eavesdroppers outside.
Ling Mo looked at the rambling Tian Ma with a slight confusion and asked softly:
What happened?
After closing the bedroom door tightly, Aunt Tian lowered her voice and patiently explained:
“Miss, to tell you the truth, the Ancient Medical Book was actually left to you by my wife. After my wife passed away, I was afraid that this divine book would fall into the hands of others, so I had no choice but to lie and say that it was my husband’s family’s ancestral medical book.”
"You mean, my mom knows medicine?"
Ling Mo raised an eyebrow and immediately realized that something was wrong.
Logically speaking, someone who understands pharmaceuticals, medical principles, and possesses a medical encyclopedia should have a lower chance of experiencing a difficult childbirth than the average person.
Furthermore, the "Ancient Medical Book" clearly details how to save oneself in case of various emergencies during childbirth. If Shi Yingruo had seriously studied the medical book, how could such an accident have happened?
Could there be something fishy about what happened back then?
Ling Mo remained silent, but a plan formed in his mind.
If Shi Ying did not die in an accident, but in a man-made disaster, she would do anything to bring the perpetrators to their deaths.
...
First floor living room
Ling Tian stared blankly at her bruised and swollen face in the makeup mirror, letting Aunt Wu and Sister Zhang take turns applying medicine to her.
Her expression was cold and stern, completely unlike her usual fragile self; she neither cried nor made a fuss.
In fact, how could someone as hard-hearted as her shed so many tears?
The reason she always pretends to be weak and vulnerable is simply because tears can help her gain more love and care.
Once tears lose their value, she becomes too lazy to waste energy on meaningless things.
Su Yu looked at Ling Tian, who sat to the side with an indifferent expression like a puppet, and coaxed her gently, "Little Tian, Mom will never let you suffer such injustice for nothing."
"You always say that, but you can never win against Ling Mo," Ling Tian muttered under her breath, her words full of dissatisfaction.
"Sigh...some things aren't as simple as you think."
Su Yu sighed in frustration, wondering how to deal with the endless stream of annoying things.
In just the last two days, she has spent a total of three million yuan on public relations in order to quell the negative public opinion on the Internet.
If it has even a little effect, that would be fine.
What's infuriating is that those unscrupulous media outlets took the money but didn't do their job. Not only did they fail to erase the negative public opinion about her online, but they also inexplicably dug up her old scandals, making it impossible for her to hold her head up in high society circles.
Furthermore, Ling Tian's inappropriate words and actions have already been broadcast through the live stream. If this matter is not handled properly, the title of Linjiang City's number one socialite may change hands overnight.
In addition, the increasingly depleted wallet is also a rather thorny problem.
With only a little over 100,000 yuan left in spare cash, what can I possibly accomplish?
Su Yu was in a terrible predicament. In order to get money quickly, he had no choice but to turn his attention to Ling Yunlong.
At this moment, Ling Yunlong had already finished watching the two live stream videos that Ling Mo had forwarded to him.
After thoroughly understanding the whole story, he was more willing to believe Ling Mo's explanation than Ling Tian's incoherent statements.
However, having faith is one thing, and being biased is another.
Realizing that tonight's live broadcast could potentially damage Ling Tian's previously cultivated image as a gentle and refined socialite, he immediately handed the matter over to his senior secretary to handle without hesitation.
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