Chapter 300: 103: A very important person! _3
With that in mind, Sun Chunxiang felt considerably relieved.
She turned around and headed back to her room. After putting on a mask and a hat, she walked out.
She had already coordinated with those two individuals. Once the job was done, they would meet in the dead-end alley in front of number 18 on the back street.
When Sun Chunxiang arrived at the dead-end alley, no one was there.
Just then, everything went black before her eyes as she was hooded with a sack. Then came a flurry of punches and kicks raining down on her.
Sun Chunxiang rolled on the ground in pain.
Unfortunately, this dead-end alley had been meticulously chosen by her. It was rarely traversed by anyone.
Ni Yang wielded a wooden stick yet displayed no signs of holding back.
Sun Chunxiang had tried to take her life; why should Ni Yang show her any mercy?
She certainly wasn’t a saint!
“Help! Help! Someone help me!” Sun Chunxiang, unable to see anything, cried out in desperation.
“Above every head, there watches a god! Sun Chunxiang! This is your retribution!” Ni Yang’s red lips barely moved, from them came a resonant masculine voice. It echoed faintly in the alley, resembling the voice of a Bodhisattva from a TV show.
People were somewhat superstitious those days. Upon hearing these words, Sun Chunxiang got so frightened she wet herself!
“Spare my life, Bodhisattva! Spare my life! I will burn incense for you once I go back. I swear I’ll never do bad things again! Let me mend my ways, please give me another chance!” Sun Chunxiang managed to struggle up and started kowtowing on the ground.
Each kowtow resulted in the sack, being smeared with more blood.
“I’ll let you off today!” Ni Yang tossed the wooden stick on Sun Chunxiang’s body and walked away. Her footfalls were light – so light that they were practically silent.
How could anyone walk without making a sound? This only served to reinforce Sun Chunxiang’s belief that the individual was a Bodhisattva.
Too terrified to move, Sun Chunxiang knelt on the ground.
She vowed never to do anything wrong again. Sun Chunxiang, tears of pain streaming down her face, dragged her battered body and limped away.
As she emerged from the alley, Sun Chunxiang saw a person she did not expect.
It was March, and she was wearing a beige cheongsam with a dark blue coat draped over. Her hair was half-tied up with a blue hairpin matching the coat. She exuded a radiant aura of beauty, like a figure stepping right out of a painting in the dusk.
Having just done something wrong, Sun Chunxiang did not dare to spare Ni Yang a glance.
With a benevolent smile, Ni Yang approached and took the initiative to say hello, “Aunt Sun.”
Pale-faced with fright, Sun Chunxiang collapsed to the ground, sobbing, “I’m sorry, Ni Yang! I was wrong! I shouldn’t have been led astray and engaged those two to hurt you! Can you forgive me?”
Ni Yang gently helped her up, “Aunt Sun, what happened? Somebody wanted to hurt me? I don’t understand what you’re talking about.”
Ni Yang still didn’t know about it!
Hastily, Sun Chunxiang covered her mouth, “Nothing! Nothing! I didn’t say anything!” And with that, she scampered off, a picture of embarrassment.
Watching her retreating figure, Ni Yang’s lips curled slightly into a faint smile. Innocent and harmless, nobody could connect her to the violent girl swinging a wooden stick ten minutes prior.
Due to the enormous shock she had experienced, Sun Chunxiang fell seriously ill that night.
Ni Yang, on the other hand, made a hearty meal.
Delicious dishes such as steamed mandarin fish, tender ginger stir-fry, anti-aging yam lamb, and many others.
Of course, not forgetting the breast-enhancing sweet rice balls.
Breast enhancement was a long-term project, and it couldn’t be relaxed at all times.
The three of them cleaned up the entire spread without leaving a crumb.
While some found joy, some found sorrow. Ni Yang had a satisfying meal and a comfortable hot bath, but Zheng Xianjing didn’t fare as well.
She was thinly dressed, standing in the freezing wind outside the racecourse, shivering from the cold.
She was waiting for someone.
She was waiting for Mr. Mog.
There were rumors that Mr. Mog would definitely leave the racecourse tonight.
Zheng Xianjing wanted to have a coincidental meeting with Mr. Mog while she also wanted to confirm if Mo Baichuan was indeed Mr. Mog.
Just then, a tall and upright figure gradually walked out of the racecourse.