Ou Xueman continued eating, unaffected by Tian Muxiang Hui’s words.
“Xiang Hui,” Di Ying glanced at Ou Xueman, “If you’re worried, go to Hong Kong to take care of him.”
I’d feel reassured if you went, unlike some uneducated woman who only knows how to eat and doesn’t care about anything else.
Tian Muxiang Hui covered her mouth and laughed mockingly, “Yes, mother.”
Ou Xueman, who initially didn’t want to engage, suddenly remarked, “Does this even need my attention? He has so many women around him that he can’t even remember them. Isn’t there another one shamelessly throwing herself at him?”
“Who are you calling shameless? That’s too rude,” Tian Muxiang Hui glared at her, her gentle demeanor gone.
Ou Xueman looked up lazily, “Miss Tian Mu, I didn’t name anyone specifically. Why are you so agitated? Are you one of his women? I’m glad I’m just someone who ‘only knows how to eat’ — at least I managed to marry him. Unlike those beautiful women who can only get into his bed…” She added with a hint of regret, “Miss Tian Mu, I wasn’t talking about you, don’t misunderstand.”
“You…” Tian Muxiang Hui’s face changed color. “Do you think Xi Huang married you for what? If it weren’t for…”
“Xiang Hui.” Di Ying sternly reprimanded her, as if afraid she might accidentally reveal something.
Ou Xueman inwardly mocked her, thinking she was a brainless woman who could be easily provoked.
She pointed at Tian Muxiang Hui in feigned surprise, “Miss Tian Mu, could it be that you once threw yourself into Xi Huang’s bed, and he didn’t want you?” Quickly covering her mouth, she added, “Sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.”
Tian Muxiang Hui’s face turned iron-blue. Ou Xueman was surprised. Had she actually hit the mark?
“You’ve gone too far!” Tian Muxiang Hui, embarrassed and angry, raised her hand to slap Ou Xueman.
With a bang, Ou Xueman’s head hit the nearby chair, and bright red blood seeped out as she lost consciousness.
Tian Muxiang Hui was stunned, her hand trembling. Di Ying quickly regained composure and said in English, “Tina, quickly get the first aid kit to stop the bleeding.”
After bandaging and a simple examination, Ou Xueman still hadn’t awakened, causing concern among them.
“Based on the surface injuries, it doesn’t seem serious, but she hasn’t woken up,” Tina sighed. “We can’t rule out the possibility of a concussion.”
“How could this be? I… I just slapped her,” Tian Muxiang Hui said, knowing a concussion could be serious.
“Enough, Xiang Hui. Go back to Japan early tomorrow. I’ll have a helicopter come to pick you up,” Di Ying said solemnly, looking at the unconscious Ou Xueman. “Tina, take this woman to her room and have Dr. Steven come with the helicopter.”
“Should I call the master?” Tina asked.
“No need.”
“I’ll handle Xi Huang myself,” Di Ying said before going upstairs.
Once the bedroom door was closed, the sound of the sea breeze rustled the curtains. The bedside lamp glowed softly in the quiet room. The person lying on the bed opened her eyes, cautiously surveying her surroundings. Sitting up, she inhaled sharply, “Ouch…”
Ou Xueman gritted her teeth, realizing she had hit the chair back hard. However, she had successfully distracted them and needed to move quickly to the study.
Barefoot and silent, she headed downstairs, knowing Tina was likely in the kitchen, possibly calling the helicopter, while Tian Muxiang Hui would be packing in her room.
Ou Xueman grabbed some fishing line from the storage room and approached the study, praying the door wasn’t locked. Turning the handle softly, she found the desk lamp and computer on—good, the old witch hadn’t locked it. She needed to act fast.
Sitting at the computer, she typed furiously, sending everything she knew to Tong Yifeng via email, including her response strategies.
She still couldn’t understand what the Tong family had that Xi Huang wanted. Was it just to destroy them? With the power of the Di family and the Sakura Financial Group, eliminating the Tong family would be easy. What was this all about?
The roar of the helicopter told her she couldn’t linger.
She quickly erased her computer traces, tied fishing line to the window switch, opened the window, and threw the line down. After preparing everything, she quietly returned to her bedroom.
Di Xi Huang, you have your strategy, and I have my ladder. Who will ultimately win remains to be seen. Ou Xueman smiled with excitement, unaware it was a sign of respect for a worthy opponent.
From the moment she sent the email, the hidden confrontation with Di Xi Huang began.
She currently exhibits symptoms such as headache, dizziness, nausea, photophobia, lack of concentration, and slow response. As she cannot recall the details of her injury, Dr. Steven cautiously reported, “It is preliminarily determined to be a concussion, and it is difficult to determine if there is an intracranial hematoma. Further examination is needed.” He added that it was best to be admitted to a hospital in the Maldives for observation for two to three days.
The Maldives? Ou Xueman realized that this island was part of the Maldives’ territory.
Di Ying’s eyebrows were tightly furrowed, filled with annoyance. “No, she cannot leave here. Tell me what observation equipment you need, and I will have it brought over.”
“In that case,” Steven rubbed his chin, “her dizziness and nausea are quite severe.”
She will likely be bedridden for two to three days, experiencing insomnia and loss of appetite. I’ll prescribe sedatives to help her sleep, and if her appetite is poor, we’ll administer intravenous nutritional fluids…”
Ou Xueman didn’t hear what Steven said afterward; she was gritting her teeth internally, wishing to bite a piece of flesh off Di Ying. “You old witch, trying to trap me here. I’m so angry. If I don’t get back at you, I won’t be able to swallow this grievance.”
To simulate sluggishness after a concussion, Ou Xueman made her gaze vacant and lifeless, thinking of disgusting things to induce nausea. Although her stomach was empty, she wanted to give the old witch something to see.
Liquid surged up her throat, feeling acidic and burning. She suddenly sat up and, with a “pu” sound, sprayed everything directly onto the old witch’s face.
“Ah—” The sharp scream startled the seabirds on the island, causing them to fly away.
Ou Xueman almost laughed at the old witch’s embarrassed expression.
“What did she vomit? I feel like I’m being burned,” Di Ying asked in a panic.
Steven looked at her face and sniffed, “It seems to be stomach acid.”
Di Ying immediately turned and rushed out, forgetting her usual pride, looking as if her buttocks were on fire. Steven and Tina were left stunned.
After Tina gave her a sedative, she and Steven left the bedroom, leaving her to rest in solitude.
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.
