Ning Ge listened to Bai Ying’s report on the phone, eyes wide with astonishment.
"Did you check thoroughly?" he asked.
"Are you doubting my abilities?" Bai Ying replied with an irritated tone.
Ning Ge quickly said, "Of course not, otherwise I wouldn’t have asked for your help! But is this really true? Chiang Qing seems so normal!"
"What does ’intermittent’ mean? It’s sporadic, not constant. With proper treatment, she can get better. Without major provocations, she won’t easily relapse." Bai Ying rolled her eyes on the other end of the line and continued, "Chiang Qing has had a smooth sailing life since she was a child, what kind of provocations could she have faced? Of course, she appears to be a normal person. But if she gets provoked, heh heh!"
Ning Ge felt a shiver run down his spine.
"The Chiang Family has kept a deep secret; it’s practically a classified file, so hardly anyone knows about it. Moreover, I suspect that the Lin Family being transferred has a lot to do with this matter. I specifically called Lin Jinger, and oh boy, she said that person is extremely paranoid!" Bai Ying added, "Indeed, to be so ruthless at only five years old—who wouldn’t find that terrifying?"
Ning Ge’s face was a portrait of gravitas as he said, "Thank you."
"When can you come back? I’ve also found some information about Cang Lang and the others," Bai Ying remarked.
Ning Ge sat up straight and replied, "In a few days, I will return."
After hanging up the phone, Ning Ge was dumbfounded—both he and Cheng Su had predicted correctly—Chiang Qing indeed had schizophrenia, and her mental state was greatly compromised!
Was this provocation because of Qi Taiguo?
Can a person really become that obsessed?
Ning Ge also recalled what Bai Ying had said—being only five years old and crippling a puppy because she couldn’t have it. Just the thought of that scene sent shivers down his spine.
Trouble—Cheng Su didn’t know yet!
Ning Ge hastily grabbed his coat from the chair back and dashed out.
...
Cheng Su looked at the elegant lady before her, furrowing her brows.
About forty or fifty years old, with curly hair, the woman wore a smart, well-tailored suit, the cut perfect, and a string of round pearls around her neck that exuded nobility.
However, it appeared she hadn’t slept well. Even with makeup, her face didn’t look good, and her lips were quite thin—the kind that suggested meanness. But her eyes, if one ignored the look of hatred and aversion in them, were actually quite beautiful. It must be from her that Chiang Qing inherited them.
"I am Chiang Qing’s mother, are you Cheng Su?" Lu Shufen was sizing up Cheng Su as well.
She thought Cheng Su’s features were just average, nothing special compared to Qingqing’s natural beauty. She was just a bit taller.
Yet it was such a wretched woman who caused her daughter to become a ghost of herself, just like that lowly woman back in the day—all of them vulgar and base.
"What brings Madam Jiang here?" Cheng Su asked calmly.
"When a guest arrives, you don’t invite them inside to sit—is that how you treat your guests? Is this the way your parents raised you? Really no manners!" Lu Shufen glanced at the surrounding environment disdainfully, shattered and gloomily dark everywhere. If it were not for her daughter, she would never step foot in such a place.
Hmph, a wretched woman indeed, suitable only for such a derelict house.
Hearing her harsh tone, Cheng Su knew the visitor boded ill and seemed unlikely to be reasonable.
"This way, please," Cheng Su stepped aside to let her in.
"Sister-in-law Qi!" Chunhua and the others panicked. It was clear the woman was here to pick a fight, and still, she was letting her in the house. Wasn’t this asking for trouble?
Cheng Su sent a reassuring glance their way before welcoming Lu Shufen into her home.