บท 8: Chapter 8: The beginning of revenge

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Ling Jue smiled eerily at him as if she was saying, "You're the only one who wants to touch me."

"Little Jue, tell Auntie why this house is burning." Mu Xueling, who had been silent the whole time, suddenly looked at Ling Jue tenderly and asked.

Ling Jue's eyes were indifferent as she said leisurely, "How would I know? I just came back too."

Ling Zhensheng's face turned cold when he heard that. "Where did you go?! The middle school exams are next week, and you're still running around!"

"I went to a reunion with my classmates. If I were at home, I might have been burned to ashes." When Ling Jue said that, she looked at Ling Xiao's brother, Ling Sheng.

In her memory, Ling Sheng was the one who asked her to go to the reunion tonight. He said that he wanted to communicate with his classmates.

Ling Jue's Ling family were bullies to begin with. They dared to be angry but did not dare to speak up. They could only go.

She refused to believe that the three big men today had nothing to do with Ling Sheng.

Ling Sheng looked indifferent, as if he did not see Ling Jue's gaze.

The corners of Ling Jue's mouth curled up. Ling Sheng was a powerful figure.

"Enough! Stop arguing! We'll know what's going on after we put out the fire." Mu Xueling looked deeply at Ling Jue, feeling that he was different.

That weak kid actually dared to talk like that now.

Ling Zhensheng looked at the burnt house, his anger burning. "A lot of my plans and documents are still in the study."

Especially the antiques he had collected for so many years. They must have been destroyed by now.

His famous paintings had all turned into ashes.

Ling Jue stood there leisurely. She was secretly pleased as she watched the house that had humiliated her burn into darkness.

The fire burned on their faces, and each of them had a different expression.

Mu Xueling and Ling Zhensheng were holding back their anger, while Ling Ying and Ling Xiao were gnashing their teeth.

Ling Sheng looked gloomy and creepy.

Ling Jue, on the other hand, had a faint smile on her face. She looked at all of this in a cynical manner, as if she was an outsider.

The fire raged on for more than two hours. Fortunately, there were no trees around, nor were there any residents. Otherwise, it would have definitely affected the innocents.

After entering the dilapidated villa, Ling Zhensheng could care less about anything else. He quickly ran into the study.

The cabinet containing the antiques collection had fallen to the ground. Many blue and white porcelain vases were shattered on the ground.

There was still some unfinished paper on his desk, but it was soaked by the water. The words on it were blurry.

Mu Xueling walked in. Seeing his dazed look, she felt a little heartache. "Zhensheng, it's good that you're fine. Don't mind these worldly things. Let's go out. This place might collapse."

"What do you know?!" Ling Zhensheng yelled at her. He looked at the broken things on the ground and quickly ran over. He moved the pitch-black cabinet away. His precious Jade Buddha was still inside!

"Zhensheng, we don't want them anymore, okay? As long as you're still alive, these things can be gained back."

Seeing his eyes turn even redder, Mu Xueling felt even more heartache. She hugged his hand, but he fiercely pushed it away.

"GET LOST!" Ling Zhensheng pushed the cabinet away and flipped the things underneath open. His hand was bleeding from the porcelain, but he continued to dig as if he didn't feel any pain.

Mu Xueling was pushed away. Her hands were also cut by the porcelain pieces on the floor, but she still pounced over and hugged her tightly. "Zhensheng! Zhensheng! Let's not do this, okay? Let's not do this!"

Ling Zhensheng was still in a frenzy. Neither of them noticed the person standing at the door.

Ling Jue smiled. This was just the beginning!

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