Zhong Yuming's eyes were scarlet and he was furious.
He thought that Mu Denglan was the result of Zhong Lingyu's miscarriage.
So he beat Zhong Lingyu mercilessly.
The third aunt stepped forward to stop her in time, "Master, the second aunt's miscarriage has nothing to do with the eldest lady, please calm down first."
"Third aunt, are you going to protect Zhong Lingyu?" Zhong Mingyuan said hysterically, "It was clearly Zhong Lingyu who caused my mother to have a miscarriage."
Third Aunt Tai sneered, "Miss Third, it's too early to say this."
Zhong Mingyuan felt a thump in his heart, but he still stiffened his neck and said, "I was at the scene and saw it with my own eyes."
"The third lady is not the only one at the scene." The third concubine took Zhong Yuming's arm, comforted him, and asked him to sit down.
Zhong Yuming sensed something was wrong, "What do you mean when you say this?"
The third aunt sat next to Zhong Yuming and handed him tea meekly.
"Sir, the eldest lady doesn't look like a villain at all. I think the miscarriage of the second aunt is quite strange. After you took the second aunt to the hospital, I sent someone to ask people in the mall. "
After a pause, she glanced at Zhong Mingyuan with a deep look.
Zhong Mingyuan's eyes moved, and he didn't dare to look at his third concubine.
The third aunt continued: "Everyone in the shopping mall said that when the second aunt fell, the eldest lady was not there at all, only the third lady was there."
Zhong Yuming paused slightly, and his gloomy gaze slowly turned to Zhong Mingyuan.
He saw a hint of guilt in Zhong Mingyuan's eyes.
Gritting his teeth, he asked: "Then what?"
The third aunt replied: "After that, I went to check carefully. It turned out that the second aunt accidentally fell down when she was picking out clothes. At that time, the third lady was afraid that she was frightened, so she did not hold on, causing the second aunt to fall directly. abortion."
Zhong Yuming stared at Zhong Mingyuan with a sinister gaze, "Is that so?"
Zhong Mingyuan shook his head and denied it with all his strength.
But her denial was feeble.
Zhong Yuming asked Zhong Lingyu again, "Do you think this is what happened?"
Zhong Lingyu looked confused, "Father, I was picking up silk scarves for my second aunt elsewhere, so I didn't know what happened. Only when I heard the screams did I see my second aunt fall to the ground."
She continued to murmur: "There is a big pool of blood on the ground, so scary..."
As if frightened, Zhong Lingyu's lips trembled and there were tears in his eyes.
Zhong Yuming looked at Zhong Mingyuan again.
Zhong Mingyuan's shoulders shook slightly, he raised his eyes to look at Zhong Yuming, and then quickly looked away in fear.
The third aunt reproached: "Third Miss, I'm not talking about you. Even if you failed to support the second aunt and caused the second aunt to have a miscarriage, you can't frame this matter on the eldest lady just because of fear. You What kind of peace of mind do you have?"
"I didn't, I didn't..." Zhong Mingyuan has always been unable to withstand things.
The matter was urgent at the time, and her mother originally wanted to pounce on Zhong Lingyu.
But he didn't know what was going on, so he jumped on her.
She couldn't explain anything and just denied it.
In Zhong Yuming's eyes, this was a guilty conscience.
He slapped Zhong Mingyuan hard and kicked her hard.
While kicking and scolding, "Broomstick, you have harmed my son, made the Zhong family extinct, and blamed it on the eldest sister. See if I don't beat you to death today..."
The third aunt pretended to stop her a few times, and then stopped.
Zhong Lingyu lowered his head and remained silent.
It wasn't until Zhong Yuming was tired from beating that she said, "Father, my second aunt has lost her child. She is in the hospital right now, and I'm afraid no one will take care of her. I'll go to the hospital to see her."
Zhong Yuming didn't bother to care about Mu Denglan.
In the final analysis, although Zhong Mingyuan was at fault, it was Mu Denglan who walked carelessly.
If he had known today, Zhong Yuming should not have let Mu Denglan go shopping outside.
He scratched his hair, suffering from the loss of his son.
Too lazy to deal with Zhong Lingyu, he just waved his hand and said perfunctorily: "Whatever you want!"
Zhong Yuming didn't care about Zhong Mingyuan, who was dying on the ground and kept smoking.
Then he picked up his coat and went to the romantic place to indulge.
The third aunt said that she also wanted to go to the hospital and visit Mu Denglan.
In fact, it’s just to watch a joke.
Zhong Lingyu didn't refuse, and got into a rickshaw with her third concubine and went to the hospital.
When they arrived at the entrance of the hospital, the third aunt walked side by side beside Zhong Lingyu and said with a smile: "The eldest lady has the foresight. She knew that Mu Denglan would definitely take advantage of shopping to cause trouble, so she asked me to deliberately lure the master nearby to perform this good show together. .”
Zhong Lingyu looked calm and calm, and the panic just now was gone.
She lowered her eyes and straightened her wrinkled clothes, and said slowly: "Mu Denglan has worked hard to build a stage. Of course we must accompany her to sing the stage well."
The third aunt looked into Zhong Lingyu's cold eyes and felt a sudden chill.
She suddenly lowered her head with guilt and did not dare to say anything else.
The two went straight to Mu Denglan's ward.
Mu Denglan had already woken up, her face was pale, without a trace of blood.
The third aunt put the soup on the bedside table and said in a fake tone: "Oh, why did my sister have a miscarriage? I heard the fortune teller said she is still a son. What a pity!"
Mu Denglan did not feel sorry for this child.
For one thing, this child was never born and was just a prop for her to bring down Zhong Lingyu.
Secondly, the child is not Zhong Yuming's. Even if it is born, it will still be a time bomb.
It was a pity that she could not blame Zhong Lingyu for the miscarriage.
Now, Zhong Lingyu stood in front of her intact, bringing his third concubine with him to show off his power to her.
But her plan failed and she had no choice but to suffer the consequences and swallow her anger.
Mu Denglan was filled with hatred and cursed: "You two bitches, stop being so hypocritical, get out of here!"
The third aunt looked gloating, "You have lost your baby, and I am too lazy to find anyone to take care of you. I am kind enough to send you some food to save you from starving to death here."
Mu Denglan was so angry that she almost fainted.
Zhong Lingyu said quietly: "Third aunt, please go out for a while. I have something to talk to my second aunt."
"Okay." The third aunt exited the ward.
Mu Denglan stared at Zhong Lingyu, "You already knew my plan, right?"
Zhong Lingyu did not admit or deny, but only said: "Zhong Mingyuan was severely beaten by his father. He was angry but not angry. You will be killed if you do too many unjust things. You did stupid things and got your daughter involved."
Mu Denglan's eyes were scarlet and she struggled to slap Zhong Lingyu.
Zhong Lingyu held her wrist and shook it away, "Mu Denglan, you must not die. My mother died in your hands, and I will kill you sooner or later."
A cruel cold light flashed in her eyes.
Mu Denglan was so frightened that her throat choked and she stared at her blankly.
Zhong Lingyu smiled and placed the soup neatly on the bedside table. "Remember to take good care of yourself. I'm leaving first. After all, Zhong Mingyuan is still lying on the ground. I don't know if anyone is taking care of her."
Killing people and killing people is nothing more than that.
Mu Denglan went crazy and threw the soup to the ground, roaring and cursing, "Zhong Lingyu, bitch, I won't let you go..."
Zhong Lingyu closed the door to isolate her hysterical voice.
The moment the door closed, she and her third aunt met each other's eyes.
The third aunt caught her sight and immediately ran away, as if she had done something wrong.
Zhong Lingyu squinted his eyes, a flash of thoughtfulness flashed in his eyes.
But it quickly returned to normal.
She whispered: "It's getting late, it's time to go back."
The third aunt responded absently, "Yes, Miss!"
