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7.5% Mr. Zhan, Your Wife Is Looking For You / Chapter 3: I Want Them to Pay with Blood!

Kapitel 3: I Want Them to Pay with Blood!

Redakteur: Henyee Translations

Lu Yao slowly lowered her head and gently placed her slender hand on her abdomen.

Fortunately, all of this had happened again. The child that she had lost in her previous life was safely conceived in her womb.

This time, she was not going to sit around and wait for death. She was going to meet that human-faced beast, Song Miaomiao. And she was going to make them pay for the Lu family and the child in her stomach with their lives.

Zhan Jinghong was the first and only man Lu Yao had sex with. Lu Yao, who had never been involved in sex, naturally did not know what it meant to give birth to a life.

Even though she had not had her period for nearly half a year in her previous life, she thought that it was because her body was too weak when she was wandering outside. The size of her abdomen had not changed much. Even the occasional morning sickness was treated as a gastrointestinal problem by her.

However, Song Qinglian was not as inexperienced as her. From Lu Yao's first morning sickness reaction, she was certain that she was pregnant.

Later on, the mother and daughter tried their best to use all their connections to send her to prison. Lu Yao had suffered a lot in prison. Be it the prison guards or the prisoners, they had "taken good care" of her. All of this had to be done by Song Qinglian.

There was once when she was framed for stealing something from the lower bunk. A group of people started punching and kicking her without any explanation. No matter how skilled she was, she could not escape unscathed when faced with attacks from all directions.

She cried for help from the prison officers. The uniformed men walked past her window and left without a backward glance, oblivious to the cries behind them.

Lu Yao lay on the cold cement floor, the blood flowing from her thigh turning her entire pants red. She quickly lost consciousness.

When she woke up again, the baby was gone.

She didn't even have time to look at the child. Although he had been conceived by accident with a stranger, he had also been in her womb for six months. Mother and son were connected, and she had long since developed deep feelings and expectations for the child in her womb.

Lu Yao was disheartened and wished she could leave the child, but she was indignant!

She bore hatred!

She had been thinking about taking revenge on Song Qinglian and her daughter day and night. She wanted to get rid of the two of them personally. She wanted to ask them, before they died, why they would not even let go of her unborn child.

However, her body had long broken down from the beatings and pain day and night, and her mind had long collapsed.

She was still too green and inexperienced.

Song Qinglian and her daughter had already made her reputation unbearable to look at. The two of them naturally pretended to be good for her and sent her to the mental hospital.

Song Qinglian and her daughter bribed the nurses in the hospital to take care of Lu Yao. They asked her to add a small dose of medicine to Lu Yao's medicine every day. Not long after, Lu Yao died in the mental hospital.

Before Lu Yao died, the last people she saw were Song Qinglian and her daughter. The two of them stood in front of her window and sarcastically told her everything they had done over the years.

And the identity of the strange man who had sex with her that night.

The Zhan family had a deep foundation in the capital. In the ancient times when the monarch was in power, the Zhan family was the true owner of the capital.

As the only heir of the Zhan family, Zhan Jinghong was not someone she, the daughter of a businessman, could reach.

Lu Yao had never seen him before, but she had heard that although he was not the first to be born in this generation and was ranked second, he was called the Eldest Young Master by the entire Zhan family.

After the previous Zhan family head retired, Zhan Jinghong's name was respectfully written on the Zhan family's family tree.

The two of them only had one night stand. Lu Yao didn't have any feelings for him, but she couldn't help but feel heartache for the child who had their bloodline but wasn't born.

Before she closed her eyes, Lu Yao's eyes were red, but she stared at Song Qinglian and the other girl without shedding a tear.

After her death, she lingered in the mortal world, filled with resentment, as she refused to reincarnate. Zhan Jinghong appeared at her grave most times. Sometimes he would say something to her photo like he was coaxing a child, and sometimes he would silently brush the dust off the tombstone.

He had avenged her. It would be easy for the Zhan family to find out the identities of her and Song Qinglian.

After that night, Zhan Jinghong, who was weak and should not have sex, fell ill and went to Fengye Country to recuperate for two years.

After Zhan Jinghong returned to the capital, the first thing he did was to overturn the entire Lu family.

Thinking of her brother who had disappeared without a trace and her dead father, Lu Yao's eyes were stained with blood-red killing intent, and there was a flash of ruthlessness in her eyes.


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