Chapter 439: Chapter 210: Jing Zhii’s Conspiracy_3 Chapter 439: Chapter 210: Jing Zhii’s Conspiracy_3 How could the leader with such subordinates possibly be a good physician, boasting about their flawless reputation when in reality, they are utterly filthy.
As for Jing Zhii’s comnts to the reporters, although she didn’t specify Qin Qin, the implications within her words suggested nothing but jealousy from Qin Qin.
Then soone retorted, why would Qin Qin be jealous of you? She is favored by Master Mo, yet in over a decade by his side, he has never spared a glance for you, why would she be jealous of you?
Others revealed that Qin Qin was in fact the person who had surpassed Jing Zhii in dical expertise, so why would she target you, how could she possibly be jealous of you?
High society was once again abuzz with the revelation, and the truth seem to unfold from there.
Upon learning of these events, Old Madam Jing, already weakened by illness, suffered a relapse and passed away in the early morning after several failed resuscitations.
The Jing Family was instantly enveloped in grief, and many high society individuals ca to mourn at Old Madam Jing’s funeral.
Jing Zhii, dressed in mourning clothes, knelt on the ground; those coming and going for condolences often cast an additional glance her way, many aware that Old Madam Jing had been angered to death by Jing Xiang and Jing Zhii, though none dared to speak openly about it.
Old Madam Jing’s funeral lasted several days, and during those days, except for when she slept, Jing Zhii knelt incessantly in front of Old Madam Jing, her complexion pale and worn.
After the funeral, Jing Zhii fainted. When people learned of this, they soon forgot about the scandal involving her and Jing Pharmaceutical Group, instead praising Jing Zhii’s filial piety.
Jing Zhilei sneered cynically, sure that those who thought highly of Jing Zhii must be blind.
It wasn’t until the evening of the day after Old Madam Jing’s burial that Jing Zhii woke up, her hollow gaze conveying a sense of despair. No matter how heartless she was, she genuinely cared for Old Madam Jing; in this world, only Old Madam Jing had sincerely treated her without expecting anything in return.
The rest were all calculating against her, trampling her down.
Jing Zhii left the Jing Residence with a sorrowful expression, driving aimlessly as if lost.
It was only when she arrived outside Mo Yunchen’s villa that she ca to her senses, her gaze fixated dazedly on the building.
The more she hated him, wasn’t it just as much as she loved him? She had loved Yunchen for over a decade; how could she possibly forget that easily!
A Rolls-Royce Phantom approached from a distance. Jing Zhii startled, then rembered that her car was parked in a hidden spot, which is why she hadn’t left yet.
Watching the Rolls-Royce Phantom, Jing Zhii gripped the steering wheel tightly, unable to conceal the foolish longing in her eyes.
From the Rolls-Royce Phantom, Yunchen’s tall and upright figure alighted, followed by Qin Qin who then embraced him, whispering sothing into his ear.
The pair walked hand in hand towards the villa, their deanor intimate. Yunchen’s gaze on Qin Qin was filled with indulgence and tenderness.
This was sothing she had never seen before, or perhaps never been shown in her presence. Could it be that the cold and ruthless Master Mo also had such a side?
Ha ha ha, how ludicrous—it was she who, while cursing him, had driven here to witness their intimacy with her own eyes.
Masochism at its finest, she was only torturing herself!
Jing Zhii’s eyes were bloodshot as she watched the pair walk away, watched as Yunchen suddenly held Qin Qin tightly and kissed her passionately, her hands gripping the steering wheel to the point where her veins bulged.
“I won’t let you get away with this, I definitely won’t let you get away with this.”
When the couple disappeared from sight, Jing Zhii finally drove away, preparing to head back.
On the way, her car was blocked by several black vehicles. Jing Zhii tensed up, wondering if it was happening again?
A few tall n, obviously French, alighted from the cars, forcing Jing Zhii to open her door.
Jing Zhii was pulled from her car.
“Are you Jing Zhii? The Jing Zhii with excellent dical skills?” asked a burly blond man, about one ter ninety tall.
Excellent dical skills?
Jing Zhii grasped the aning in their words, “I am Jing Zhii.”
“Then co with us,” the blond man said, taking hold of her hand, moving to pull her towards their vehicle.
“I’m not going!” Jing Zhii rejected coldly, dodging the man’s attempt to grasp her hand.
The blond man’s expression turned cold, “Our lady is ill, and you must treat her. If you cure her, you will be well compensated; if you fail, death is the only outco—do you understand?”
A calculating glint crossed Jing Zhii’s eyes, a sche coming to mind, “Actually, my dical skills aren’t that great. Perhaps you should seek Qin Qin; her dical expertise is top-notch, even better than mine.”
After speaking, Jing Zhii offered a sarcastic laugh. These people, seeking her out—clearly, the lady they referred to was seriously ill. If Qin Qin were sent to treat her and failed, death would be the consequence, and nobody would be able to bla Jing Zhii.
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