Only then did Zhong Lingyu realize that a lot of large pieces of furniture had been added to the living room.
She went upstairs and opened the bedroom door.
The originally empty room suddenly became crowded.
There is also a swing chair in the middle, stuffed with soft cushions, where you can take a nap in the winter.
The dressing table is also filled with rouge and gouache.
When she opened the wardrobe, she saw that the clothes that did not belong to her were neatly hung on it.
These clothes are all new models from Yi'an Department Store. Ordinary people would lose their money buying one of them.
There is also a box in the compartment under the wardrobe.
Zhong Lingyu looked familiar.
She took out the box and opened it. Inside were various kinds of jewelry and two thousand yuan.
They were the ones Shen Huaizhou handed to her last night.
Slowly closing the box, Zhong Lingyu sneered.
As expected, Marshal Shen is very wealthy. He dotes on women and spends a lot of money on them.
It's a pity that Zhong Lingyu doesn't want it.
However, these cannot be taken back.
If he really wanted to return it, not to mention that he would have to spend a lot of money to hire people to move things, which would definitely anger Shen Huaizhou.
She was really afraid of him.
Zhong Lingyu thought for a while, put all the clothes and jewelry that did not belong to her in the box, counted them, and sealed them all in the warehouse.
She didn't want to be Shen Huaizhou's pet, and she wouldn't accept his things.
After her mother recovers from her illness and she saves enough money, she will leave here with her mother.
Stay away from the Zhong family, stay away from Shen Huaizhou, stay away from this place that she hates.
Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Zhong Lingyu hurriedly cleaned up and went to work in the garment shop.
She was arranging goods in the shop when two jeweled women stepped into the shop and took a look around.
Tired from shopping, they sat and talked in the rest area.
"Have you read today's morning newspaper? Something big happened in Yuncheng."
"What's the big deal?"
"The second son of the Jiang family, the deputy director of the security department, was kidnapped in the middle of the night and thrown into a manure pit in the countryside."
"This happened! Who did it?"
"I don't know. I only know that Second Young Master Jiang was pickled when he was fished out. He was so unlucky. I don't know which god he offended. Alas!"
Zhong Lingyu pricked up his ears and couldn't help but smile.
Jiang Zongrui is unruly and eccentric.
This kind of style of doing things is probably going to make a lot of enemies.
People who wanted to teach him a lesson lined up from the street to the end of the street.
This is not surprising at all.
She didn't take it to heart.
In the evening, because there were many things going on in the shop, Zhong Lingyu stayed for half an hour.
The sky is getting dark, and the orange light is dim, turning the night into a mist.
The long street, bustling during the day, is a bit desolate.
At this time, a drizzle was pouring down, the night was getting colder and colder, and not a single rickshaw was seen on weekdays.
Zhong Lingyu had no choice but to pay attention while walking.
Suddenly, there was the sound of footsteps coming from behind.
She looked back and vaguely saw a shadow hidden by the wall not far away.
It's a man!
The hair on his hair stood on end as Zhong Lingyu quickened his pace.
Take a look out of the corner of your eye every now and then.
The shadow suddenly approached quickly.
Zhong Lingyu turned around suddenly with a pale face.
The wretched-looking man walked out of the darkness and said with a smile: "Little lady, are you interested in having some fun with me?"
The one who comes is not good.
Zhong Lingyu pretended to be calm and took two steps back.
Posted on the wall of a pot shop.
There was an empty jar in the corner, within easy reach.
She said coldly: "My brother is nearby, stay back!"
"Brother?" The man laughed loudly, "How do I remember that Miss Zhong only has sisters and no brothers?"
Zhong Lingyu's pupils narrowed.
Why does this man recognize her?
Could it be that he was deliberately hiding nearby with the intention of doing evil to her?
Zhong Lingyu bit her lip and looked directly at him, "How do you know my identity?"
"Of course I admire Miss Zhong and want to spend the night with Miss Zhong." The man laughed and suddenly pounced on her like a vicious wolf.
Zhong Lingyu was shocked, picked up the jar in his hand, and hit the man on the head.
The man was unprepared, and bright red blood flowed down his forehead and all over his face.
He touched the blood dizzy and said angrily: "Bitch, you dare to hit me."
At this time, Zhong Lingyu had already run far away.
While running, shouting for help.
The patrolman on duty at night came with guns drawn and sent Zhong Lingyu and the man to the police station to make a record.
Zhong Lingyu was very anxious, "Sir, please finish the trial as soon as possible. My mother is sick and needs me to go home to serve."
The patrolman didn't take her seriously, "What are you talking about? Wait patiently!"
After feeling dizzy all the way, the man finally reacted and suddenly shouted loudly, scolding the patrolman, "You little bastard, do you know who I am? How dare you arrest me!"
The patrolman originally wanted to show off his power and kill him, but when he heard what he said next, he was immediately frightened.
The man said: "My cousin is Huo Fanshu, the future mistress of Marshal Shen's house. You are blind. If you dare to tie me up, Yan Chungchang, be careful I skin you."
"Oh, it's the young man who has blind eyes and cannot see the mountain." The patrolman immediately changed his face, untied the man again, and lit the man's cigarette. "It turns out to be Uncle Yan. I was blind just now. I really didn't see clearly. You What's going on? His face is full of blood."
Yan Chungchang was holding a cigarette in his mouth, crossed his legs and calves, pointed at Zhong Lingyu and said: "That little prostitute suddenly hit me on the head with something, you go and tie her up and take her away."
Zhong Lingyu felt deeply uncomfortable.
She was alone and weak, and the patrol officer was afraid of the powerful. If Yan Chungchang really took her out of the police station, she would have nowhere to escape.
What should I do?
Secretly thinking about countermeasures, two words flashed in her mind: cesspit!
This morning, Jiang Zongrui was just dug out of the manure pit.
Yes, Jiang Zongrui.
The second before the patrol officer was about to touch her, Zhong Lingyu swung her away and said sternly: "Second Young Master Jiang is engaged to my sister, and my Zhong family and Jiang family are related, how dare you touch me!"
Hearing the words 'Second Young Master Jiang', the patrol officer who was ready to make a move was stunned.
Second Young Master Jiang... is engaged to the Zhong family?
If this is the case, Young Master Jiang is the second in command of their security department, and the Zhong family is related to the Jiang family, then the woman in front of him must not be offended.
He looked at Yan Chungchang in embarrassment.
Yan Chungchang shook his head and tapped his pen, "Women are full of lies. She is lying to you. Can't you tell?"
Zhong Lingyu said calmly: "Sir, if you don't believe it, you might as well call the Second Young Master and ask him if he has an engagement with the Zhong family."
Seeing that what Zhong Lingyu said was true, the patrol officers did not dare to offend either party.
The only way is to confirm the authenticity of the matter by calling, while delaying the time.
When Jiang Zongrui received the call, he was in a very bad mood and said gloomily: "The Zhong family and I did have a marriage. But if you ask me this, it's best if you have something serious to do. If you're just here to listen to gossip, I'll take your head off."
The patrolman trembled and said quickly: "It was the eldest lady of the Zhong family who had a conflict with Young Master Yan Chungchang, the nephew of the Huo family in Xiangcheng. They are still in the police station."
Jiang Zongrui was slightly stunned, "Are you talking about... Zhong Lingyu?"
"Yes, Second Young Master."
Jiang Zongrui held his forehead and smiled softly, with a gentle and deep tone, "Don't act rashly, wait for me to come over...sing a good show!"
