Chapter 890 220 Those Unknown Past Events _6

Chapter 890: 220: Those Unknown Past Events! _6 Chapter 890: 220: Those Unknown Past Events! _6 “When will I have to wait until?” Zheng Xianjing was getting impatient.

“Don’t rush.” Zheng Lingling soothed, “Big things cannot be rushed.”

Zheng Xianjing narrowed her eyes and continued, “Once Ni Yang dies, her things will all be mine! By the way, Mom, do you know how rich Ni Yang is now?”

“What do you mean?” Zheng Lingling turned to look at Zheng Xianjing.

Zheng Xianjing continued, “You know about Ice Skin Jade Beauty, right?”

Zheng Lingling nodded.

Now, who doesn’t know about Ice Skin Jade Beauty?

Zheng Xianjing said, “Ice Skin Jade Beauty belongs to Ni Yang!”

“Really?” Zheng Lingling exclaimed in surprise.

“Really!” Zheng Xianjing continued, “I just found out about this a few days ago!”

A few days ago, Zheng Xianjing and her classmates went to Ice Skin Jade Beauty to shop and overheard Ni Yang talking to employees.

Only then did they discover that Ice Skin Jade Beauty was Ni Yang’s!

At that moment, Zheng Xianjing was shocked!

Why would Ni Yang own Ice Skin Jade Beauty?

Ni Yang was just a country bumpkin; how could she have established Ice Skin Jade Beauty?

It was obvious that Ice Skin Jade Beauty must be a property of the Zheng Family!

It must have been secretly given to Ni Yang by Old Master Zheng and Old Madam Zheng.

It was just too unfair!

Zheng Lingling and Zheng Xianjing shared the same thought; even if Ni Yang was impressive, she was just a nineteen-year-old girl. How could she possibly have established Ice Skin Jade Beauty?

If Ni Yang were really that capable, she wouldn’t care about the Zheng Family’s wealth!

Ice Skin Jade Beauty must have been a gift from Old Master Zheng and Old Madam Zheng to Ni Yang!

“These two old fools are just too biased! Who knows how many good things they secretly gave to Ni Yang, and yet they put on a righteous front, claiming they are not biased!”

If this wasn’t considered biased, then what would be?

Zheng Lingling was furious.

Zheng Xianjing comforted her, “Mom, don’t be angry. After all, Ni Yang won’t live much longer. Whatever should be ours will still be ours.”

“Mm,” Zheng Lingling nodded, “That little bitch deserves to die!”

Weary from yawning, Ni Yang returned to her room and immediately after closing the door, her expression turned cold and sharp.

Zheng Suyu’s reaction was beyond her expectations.

It seemed that the child was very important to Zheng Suyu!

While thinking about this, Ni Yang picked up a gold needle and pricked it onto an acupoint on her wrist. Soon, beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

Afterward, Ni Yang took a bath with rose petals.

Once she finished bathing, Ni Yang sat at her desk to write a letter to Mo Qishen, who was far away.

The writing paper at that time was very dull, so Ni Yang sketched the light shadow of a plumb tree with a fountain pen.

The letter was brief but emotive.

She filled two pages but felt she hadn’t written anything substantial.

The next day, for a change, Ni Yang slept in.

She normally woke up at seven o’clock but did not get up until eight-thirty that morning.

After nine o’clock, Ni Yang came downstairs, yawning.

Zheng Lingling asked with concern, “Yangyang, why did you get up so late this morning?”

While yawning, Ni Yang replied, “I don’t know what happened last night. I fell asleep as soon as I hit the bed, but I just couldn’t get up this morning. It was very uncomfortable.”

Zheng Lingling followed up, “Yangyang, do you want to go to the hospital and have it checked?”

Ni Yang gestured with a wave of her hand, “No need. I am a doctor myself; I know my own body.”

A sarcastic gleam appeared in Zheng Lingling’s eyes upon hearing those words.

Ni Yang was indeed intelligent, but she was overly confident.

She thought herself clever, unaware that over-cleverness could lead to mistakes.

That night, Zheng Suyu, again complaining of feeling unwell, had Ni Yang come to her room.

This time, Zheng Suyu poured Ni Yang a cup of clear tea.

Ni Yang, as usual, drank every last drop.

Zheng Suyu looked at Ni Yang, wanting to speak but eventually said very little.

The next morning, Ni Yang, who normally didn’t wear makeup, sat in front of the vanity, dabbing and smearing.

Soon after, Ni Yang appeared in the dining room, her face pale.

Old Master Zheng was startled, “Yangyang, why do you look so terrible?”

Ni Yang touched her face unconsciously, “I probably haven’t slept well these past few days. Don’t worry about it, Grandpa.”

Cuihua also noticed something off with Ni Yang, “Yangyang, do you want your master to check on you?”

“No need,” Ni Yang said with a smile. “I’m a doctor myself, Mom, Grandma, you don’t have to worry.”

Shangguan Dehui put down his chopsticks, “There’s a saying, ‘A doctor who treats himself has a fool for a patient.’ Yangyang, I think you should let your master take a look.”

“It’s really nothing,” Ni Yang waved her hands.

Grandma Zheng said worriedly, “Yangyang, do you feel uncomfortable anywhere? If you don’t want to visit your master, we can ask Doctor Jiang to come over and check on you.”

Looking at the room full of people concerned for Ni Yang.

Zheng Xianjing wished she could smash the vegetables in her bowl.

She would let this despicable woman be pleased for a bit longer since she was soon to meet the King of Hell.

Ni Yang helplessly said, “Grandpa, Grandma, Dad, Mom, I’m really fine! You don’t need to be so worried.”

After the meal, leaving the Zheng Family, Ni Yang took the letter she had written the night before and mailed it at the post office.

Leaving the post office, Ni Yang made a trip to the Detective Agency.

Xiaozhou was extremely efficient.

In just three days, he had thoroughly gathered the past of Zheng Suyu!

Ni Yang benefited greatly from this trip!

“Thank you so much!”

Xiaozhou raised his hand, “If we’re brothers, then don’t mention it. But speaking of which, your grandmother really surprised me, I hadn’t expected that she…”

Ni Yang tucked the information into her bag and sighed, “She’s also a pitiable person.”

“How come you look so pale?” Xiaozhou just then noticed that something was off with Ni Yang’s face.

Ni Yang nonchalantly replied, “It’s a minor issue, it’ll be fine in a few days.”

Leaving the Detective Agency, remembering Mo Qishen’s request, Ni Yang then went to see Master Du.

Unusually, Master Du wasn’t chanting in the Buddha Hall today.

When Ni Yang arrived, Master Du was sitting in the study room, holding black and white pieces, playing against himself.

Even more amazing was that the black and white pieces were evenly matched, unable to determine a winner.

Ni Yang didn’t disturb him, but instead wandered around the study, planning to pick a book to read.

While searching for a book, Ni Yang unexpectedly discovered that Master Du had a habit of collecting newspapers.

From fifty years ago to this morning’s issue.

And all of them were about murder cases.

Ni Yang wasn’t interested in murder cases, but her eyes caught a line of text, and she pulled out that newspaper—

[Sijiu City Evening News: Yesterday morning, an unidentified infant girl’s body was found on the riverbank near the ferry crossing!]

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