After Being Robbed of Everything, She Returns as a Goddess - Chapter 342

After Being Robbed of Everything, She Returns as a Goddess
Chapter 342 – Damn, she really called Duke of Mouston (4)

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Although she got three meals a day, she had no appetite at all.

“I want to see Si Fuqing!” Zuo Qingya’s hair was a mess, her face twisted in anger. “I want to see her! How dare she treat me like this?! Isn’t she afraid of making Grandpa turn in his grave?!”

“See Miss Si?” Ling Feng looked up with a smile. “You think you have the right? Oh, and by the way, I heard the Zuo family’s still trying to pull strings in the capital for you. But tell me—if even the Yu family is protecting Miss Si, who do you think is gonna help you now?”

Zuo Qingya’s eyes widened in shock. “Impossible! That’s impossible!”

If Si Fuqing really had ties to the Yu family, how could she have been bullied by her for so long?

The Yu family was the top family in the entire capital—even a hundred Zuo families couldn’t compare.

“Nothing’s impossible,” Ling Feng said calmly. “Miss Si said—you’re the third. There are still more people coming after you.”

“So please, Miss Zuo Qingya, enjoy these last few days in the detention center. Soon, you’ll be stepping on a sewing machine. Be sure to work hard.”

Ling Feng made a “cheer up” gesture and walked out.

Zuo Qingya completely broke down.

She had lived a life of luxury since childhood. How could she ever have imagined that one day she’d end up in prison?

Was that kind of place even livable?

Her head buzzed, her strength seemed to drain away, and she collapsed onto the interrogation chair.

**

Outside.

“Finally wrapped up our first case,” a young man stretched lazily. “The Zuo family kept trying to pull strings—that made it hard for us to move freely in Lincheng.”

“Now that it’s done, stop rambling,” Ling Feng packed his things. “Let’s go.”

The young man’s eyes caught something on the desk. “Hey, what’s that?”

“Oh, right!” The male officer suddenly remembered. “That was left by Miss Si yesterday. She didn’t take it with her, so I guess it’s not important.”

The young man looked again, “That looks like a phone number from Mouston?”

“Oh, it is.” The officer scratched his head. “Seems like it belongs to the Duke of Mouston—anyway, it was something Miss Si gave us.”

“The Duke of Mouston?” The young man laughed out loud. “Then I must be the King.”

Ling Feng said coldly, “You got nothing better to do?”

The young man shut his mouth.

“Since it belongs to Miss Si, I’ll take it with me,” Ling Feng nodded. “No need to trouble yourself.”

The officer chuckled, “Sure, sure. Please thank Miss Si for me. That tea she gave me really worked!”

Last night, after he got home, he vomited a mouthful of blood—which scared his wife and daughter to death.

But when he went to the hospital, the doctor said it was actually a good thing—some old internal injuries had been alleviated quite a bit.

They even called it a medical miracle.

They couldn’t find anything wrong anymore.

The officer believed it was all thanks to that cup of tea Si Fuqing gave him.

The young man listened on the side and gave a sideways glance.

A cup of tea that could heal old injuries? As if that were real.

If that were true, what would be the point of traditional or Western medicine?

They really made Si Fuqing sound like a goddess.

Ling Feng chatted a little longer with the officer before finally leaving the police station.

As the young man walked, he entered a string of numbers into the dial pad. “Sister Ling, look—I memorized that phone number just now.”

Ling Feng turned her head and frowned. “What are you doing?”

“Sister Ling, that officer said Miss Si left it behind and didn’t want it anyway, right? So I’m just calling to check it out.” The young man shook his phone. “It’s just a phone call. It can’t really be the Duke of Mouston.”

“I just think that cop was exaggerating too much—what kind of effect could a cup of tea possibly have?”

Before Ling Feng could stop him, the young man had already pressed the dial button.

After just two beeps, the call was answered.

Feeling smug, the young man lowered his voice. “Sister Ling, see? I told you it’s impossible. The Duke of Mouston is probably too busy to pick up that fast. When you’re busy, your phone’s already full of missed calls.”

Just as he finished speaking, a low and smooth male voice answered from the other end of the line, with a pure Western accent: “Hello?”

Author’s Notes:

Si Fuqing: Surprised? Shocked? Excited?

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