[City B, the villa area in Nancheng City.]
At eight o'clock in the evening, heavy rain poured down from the night.
A delicate figure with a schoolbag on her head ran quickly in the rain curtain. Her tender white feet were covered by her blue ribbon cool shoes, which made the rain splash one after another.
Under the streetlights, the rain wetted her hair and stuck to her face with cold. Ling Minxin bit her pale lips tightly and sped up to run in the direction of her villa.
She took out the key and opened the door.
She let out a long sigh of relief in her heart.
"Ah... Young Master... Give it to me..."
"Yanyan, why are you in such a hurry? You should be the first one to give it to me..."
"Darling, hurry up..."
The voice of a man and a woman was strange and familiar. The strange one was the woman, and the familiar one was the man.
In the room, the disgusting smell of disgusting spread in the air.
Ling Jingxin's eyes widened in disbelief and her body stiffened. It was as if a bolt of lightning had struck her head, leaving her in a blank.
For some unknown reason, she followed the voice of the man and woman and walked toward the bedroom step by step...
With every step she took, her breathing became heavier.
With every step she took, she felt a piercing pain in her heart.
Three months ago, her grandfather died on the plane, and one month ago, her mother died in a car accident. The successive blows almost crushed the little girl...
There should have been a driver to pick her up today, but her father was not at home tonight. She did not want to go back to the empty Ling Family house alone, which would only remind her of the deceased grandfather and mother. Therefore, she did not want to go back, and dared not dare to go back, for fear of facing the loneliness and pain of the death of her own relatives.
So she walked aimlessly, and in a trance, she came to the villa in the south of the city. This villa was her birthday gift given to her by her grandfather at the age of 14 years old. Usually, she rarely came, and if it was not by chance that she passed by and it was raining, she would not open the door of this villa!
What was even more unexpected to her was that her gentle, intelligent and gentle father, who was the gentlest and most considerate father in the world, would come here to flirt with her mother in less than a month after her mother's death!
At the age of eighteen, Ling Guxin stood at the corner of the stairs and looked at the couple in the bedroom. Everything in front of her was blurry. Her white and tender fingernails held against the wall, leaving a few sharp scratches on the dark gold wall paper!
She retreated in a panic, and then flew away at an unimaginable speed!
This was not true, this was impossible! Father loved his mother the most. Although his father married into the Ling Family, many people said that his father was in love with his mother because he coveted the riches of the Ling Family. But she never believed it, neither did her mother. Dad was such a good person. He loved her and her daughter the most.
How could he be so ugly, so promiscuous, so despicable...
In the heavy rain at night, the salty rain ran across her cheeks and into her mouth. She couldn't tell whether it was the rain or the tears.
Mom, can you see it in Heaven?
Mom, what should I do?
After a long time of running, she, exhausted, finally stopped. Her knees went soft, and she knelt down on the wet lawn.
All of a sudden, a black business car suddenly stopped beside her.
The sharp and harsh brakes broke the silence of the rainy night. The bright and glaring car light shone on Ling Mingxin's face. In an instant, she narrowed her eyes in discomfort.
Then, four men in black suits surrounded her tightly around her from left to right.
Ling Min's heart skipped a beat. He stood up and tried to escape, but the four men managed to cure her without any effort. Her insignificant struggle was especially ridiculous.
The door of the black business car opened and another person walked out.
Ling Jingxin's mouth was covered by someone. Through the darkness and rain, she could only barely make out that it was a woman. The woman was holding a black umbrella, which covered her face.
Who was she? Why did she want to catch him?
Ling Wen thought to himself, but he didn't have a chance. That was because the woman holding the black umbrella had spoken. Her voice was mixed with the rain, as cold as a snake's venom.
"Hurry up and kill her. From now on, I don't want to see her face again!"
As soon as she said that, Ling Jingxin felt that her arm was in pain, and the cold liquid in the syringe was pushed into her blood vessels, and then she lost consciousness.
