"Please, give a way to live," ng Jingfen pleaded, holding dearly to the satisfying marriage she had finally encountered.
Zhao Sulan stepped aside and laughed, "How else can I give you a way to live? If I really wanted to cut off your lifeline, I could just report you, or tell ng Lingi so things."
ng Jingfen had nothing to say in response. She slumped to the ground and sat there for a while before suddenly having an idea, "Please, could you ask for less money? You have no idea how miserable I am right now. I’ve got a serious stomach illness. Although it’s not imdiately fatal, I need a lot of money for dicine. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have lost so much weight so quickly... Please, otherwise I’ll be left with no choice but death."
Zhao Sulan, "..."
Was she really sick?
Zhao Sulan had lost quite a bit of weight herself recently, and the slimming soup from dicinal Food Hall was very effective—many were using it. She had seen quite a few people who had suddenly lost weight, so when she saw ng Jingfen’s drastic weight loss, it hadn’t raised any suspicion.
Recalling how she had been injured not long ago and how there were no dicinal Food Halls or slimming soup in Hai City, it seed likely that ng Jingfen could be ill. Hesitating for a mont, Zhao Sulan said, "In that case, I won’t ask for too much. Initially, I was planning to ask you for fifty thousand, but now twenty thousand will do. Otherwise, you can choose to give nothing at all. I’ll go to ng Lingi first and then the police station after that."
ng Jingfen really wanted to haggle on the spot.
But the atmosphere wasn’t right.
Thinking that she could bargain in a few days, she nodded in compliance, "Then I’ll go and figure sothing out right away."
Zhao Sulan sneered, "You only have three days, understand?"
"Understood," ng Jingfen replied while rising to her feet and rubbing her knees.
Zhao Sulan felt a bit of pity for her, but then she rembered how ruthless ng Jingfen was, scheming against the villagers and even her own cousin—she wasn’t worthy of pity.
She might as well mind her own business.
Of course, she had never intended to take ng Jingfen’s money from the beginning.
She didn’t dare to commit any more illegal acts, not wanting to be looked down upon by ng Chuyue and Zhao Xiaoxin.
She rely wanted to use this thod to stir up trouble within the ng family.
After seeing ng Jingfen off, she began writing anonymous letters to the victims she had learned about, including ng Lingi.
Writing with her left hand took quite a bit of effort, especially the addresses on the envelopes, which had to be neat—so much so that it took her over a day to write these letters.
The letters would take so ti to be delivered.
By the ti the recipients got them and started looking for evidence, Zhao Sulan had plenty of ti.
Although ng Jingfen wanted to renege on her promise, at such a critical ti, she dared not make a single mistake. In three days she hadn’t managed to gather the full twenty thousand yuan, but she still brought the ten thousand yuan she had borrowed from ng Jinhua through ng Yinhua, along with her own two thousand-plus yuan, and proactively sought out Zhao Sulan.
She only hoped that after Zhao Sulan accepted more than ten thousand yuan, if not satisfied, at least she would extend the deadline.
But to her surprise, upon seeing her, Zhao Sulan said, "I didn’t expect you to have lost even more weight today. Forget it, I was asking you for money a few days ago because soone had borrowed over a hundred thousand and refused to pay back. I was desperate. But they had a change of heart yesterday and repaid over fifty thousand. Since I’m not short of money now, let’s forget about your money for the ti being. Ah, you better hurry up and leave before I change my mind."
ng Jingfen did not expect things to end this way.
Thrilled inside, she praised herself for being so clever in feigning illness.
Although Zhao Sulan’s words implied that she would still co to her for money if she faced any trouble in the future, as long as ng Jingfen could get married smoothly, everything else was negotiable.
Others in the countryside didn’t receive Zhao Sulan’s anonymous letters so quickly, but ng Lingi got hers in just one day.
She was furious.
She imdiately called her parents to discuss what to do.
ng Qinghua was always fierce and had long been envious that ng Jinhua had inherited ng Wanhua’s legacy and house. Upon hearing the news, her anger was mixed with glee.
She thought to herself, this was the perfect opportunity to snatch ng Jinhua’s house.
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