The bedroom curtains were drawn, making the room seem gloomy.
Ou Xueman sat up and spat out the tablet hidden under her tongue, rubbing her stomach. Faking a concussion wasn’t easy; she had vomited to the point of pain. However, she had accomplished her goal. The old witch’s surveillance would likely relax.
Tonight, she would go to the study again. Brother Yi Feng should have discovered something. Ou Xueman mentally simulated various response strategies. As she glanced at the mirror, she froze.
Her head was wrapped in bandages, hair messy, face swollen and bruised, eyes vacant. In this gloomy room, she resembled a grieving ghost. When had she become so ugly? No, it was how she had always been; she just rarely looked closely at herself.
A melancholic smile played on her lips.
How could Di Xi Huang possibly like her like this? If she had self-awareness back then, she wouldn’t have ended up in this situation. She had been too greedy for romantic love, blinding herself to the obvious truth.
She slapped her face, encouraging herself, “Stop thinking nonsense. The most important thing now is how to save Tong’s family.”
Late at night, a shadowy figure quietly entered the study, exhaling after softly closing the door. As she expected, the old witch hadn’t locked it. Ou Xueman felt incredibly grateful.
When the computer screen lit up, a smile emerged as she saw an email in her inbox, surely a reply from Tong Yi Feng. Suppressing her racing heart, she opened the email, but the more she read, the more her brow furrowed.
Sinking deeply into the chair, she confirmed that Di Xi Huang had manipulated the land in that area. Although Brother Yi Feng discovered that the current landowner was a foreign individual, she knew it was someone connected to Di Xi Huang. As long as that person held onto the land, Tong’s acquisition plan would be delayed, putting Tong’s family at Di Xi Huang’s mercy.
Ou Xueman narrowed her eyes. If that were the case, they could only sacrifice a pawn to save the king.
Although this method would cause significant losses to Tong’s, it was better than being completely destroyed by Di Xi Huang.
She quickly typed on the keyboard, informing Tong Yi Feng of this self-harming strategy. Shortly after sending the email, Tong Yi Feng replied.
