Lin Fangwei’s heart was filled with insane jealousy, while Meng Chuyue’s resentment reached the skies.
In her previous life, those three had deceived her terribly.
Zhao Sulan and Lin Fangwei deliberately staged a car accident, falsely claiming that her kidney had been damaged. They stealthily stole one of her kidneys to save Lin Fangwei, but they deceitfully claimed that Lin Fangwei, her half-sister, out of soft-heartedness, volunteered to a kidney to save her.
Wanting to keep her around as an available kidney donor for the future, they took her in to live with them after she was discharged from the hospital.
After discovering her excellent culinary skills, they treated her as a maid.
In her past life, she lived within that beautiful lie, believing Zhao Sulan and Lin Fangwei were incredibly virtuous people, and so she forgave Lin Youdong’s indifference over the past eighteen years.
When her young uncle revealed the truth to her, he said that Lin Youdong didn’t know anything at the beginning.
But, what did it matter if he didn’t know at the beginning?
Later, when he found out, he not only didn’t try to help her escape her predicament but also added to her misery, making him equally despicable.
Meng Chuyue gritted her teeth with rage internally, her exterior cold and detached.
Not waiting for the other party to speak, she looked at Lin Youdong and said, "Mr. Lin, I used to hate you a lot. Now that I know you’re not my father, I feel especially relieved. You want to do a paternity test, don’t you? I’ll do it, but I just hope that once the results are out, you won’t bother us anymore."
Lin Youdong’s face was full of embarrassment.
Lin Fangwei pursed her lips, her expression enigmatic.
Zhao Sulan was indignant, wanting to curse someone, but she ultimately held back and coldly huffed before getting straight into the car.
The scene was awkward for a moment, but Meng Wanhua obviously didn’t feel like playing peacemaker.
She had no position to do so.
Seeing that things weren’t going her way, Lin Fangwei sweetly said, "Aunt Meng, you should get in the car first."
Meng Wanhua, being Lin Fangwei’s biological mother, would surely give her some face.
Without a word, she gently tugged on the sleeve of Meng Chuyue’s long white shirt and led her into the car.
Because of Meng Chuyue’s retort, there was silence in the car after they all got in.
The same was true when they arrived at the hospital.
Everyone carried out their tasks in silence.
The Lin family had connections at the hospital, and soon it was time for blood to be drawn.
After the nurse drew a large tube of blood from Meng Chuyue, she managed to take the vial in her hand when the nurse wasn’t looking. The nurse startled, "Don’t touch that, be careful not to spill it. If you do, we’d have to draw blood again."
"Sorry, I’ll put it right away."
Meng Chuyue had already used the space to swap her blood with a prepared tube of panda blood.
The panda blood had been stored in her space in a previous life.
Panda blood was rare and sought after, it was saved for a good friend of hers from a previous life in case of an emergency.
She had never needed to use it in her past life, but today... she’d wasted quite a bit, which she somewhat regretted.
After collecting enough of Meng Chuyue’s blood, Lin Youdong and Zhao Sulan didn’t harass her any further and let her and Meng Wanhua leave.
When they reached the entrance of Phoenix District, Meng Wanhua went home, and she went back to the Fruit Store to continue studying the traffic regulations.
Close to noon, Meng Chuyue suddenly remembered that she had agreed with Shen Ci yesterday to meet at his doorstep every day at lunchtime to sell him some Space Fruit.
Looking at the timing of her commitments, she had misjudged a bit.
However, since she had already agreed, she couldn’t leave him waiting. She decided to specifically deliver it to him now and would change the delivery times to either morning or evening.
Or perhaps she could have him pick it up directly from the Fruit Store?
No, he was too handsome. If he went to the Fruit Store, Tong Wen and Xia Ping would be smitten.
His current situation wasn’t good; he wasn’t the right man for Tong Wen and Xia Ping. This idea was no good.
She would just have to deliver it personally.
Meng Chuyue thought this over as she carried a conspicuous leather bag and cloth sack back home.
Just as she reached her own doorstep, the door to Shen Ci’s house opened from the inside.
Shen Ci, dressed in a long-sleeved white shirt and black casual pants, walked out with a cool and distant look on his face.