"Yun'er, I must... must take... Long Haoting back from the hands of Lin Zhuzhu. Otherwise... Mom, I won't die in peace!"

　　In the spiritual pen, Lin Yun'er knelt in front of the picture of her mother, Wang Zhen. Looking at the sad and loving eyes on the photo, Lin Yun'er recalled the video of his mother, Wang Zhen, who was angered to death, on the day of her death, in the hospital and ward.

　　A thunderclap exploded in the air. The stepmother, Li Fei, and her daughter, Lin Zhuzhu, broke through the door and barged into the ward.

　　Li Fei roughly grabbed her mother's collar, pulled her up from the bed, and dropped her breathing machine. Looking at her mother's painful expression that she could not breathe, she smiled noblely and coldly.

　　A bolt of lightning flashed down, and under the glaring white light, Li Fei's cold and noble face was so ferocious and horrible. "Wang Zhen, tell you the truth, the reason why you got uremia was that I bribed Aunt Liu and drugged you for a long time."

　　"No." Her mother struggled weakly, but she was slapped on the sickbed by Li Fei.

　　Glaring lightning flashed one after another, and her face was as horrible as the Hell Shura. "Old Lin and Lin Yun are not the identification reports of their biological parents. They were also made by me!"

　　"Save, save me." Wang Zhen, who was unable to breathe, struggled to reach out her hand to the pure-looking white lotus beads, her eyes full of begging.

　　However, what she got was Lin Zhuzhu's sweet voice and more piercing words. "Auntie, your future son-in-law, Long Haoting, is now my fiance. Ah, so what if he is the daughter of the legal wife? You and your daughter are just like mud. You deserve to be trampled under my and my mother's feet for the rest of your life, and you will never be able to turn over!"

　　In addition, the words of Li Fei and her younger sister, Lin Zhuzhu, were like knives, stabbing at the most painful part of her mother's heart, and the news of Lin Zhuzhu's marriage had become the last straw for her mother to die of anger!

　　When she ran back to the hospital in the heavy rain, it was too late. She could never forget the last sentence left by her mother, which was full of resentment, "Yun'er, you must... must take Long Haoting back from... the hands of Lin Zhuzhu, otherwise... I will not rest in peace even if I die."

　　The heart detector suddenly cut into a straight line, beep... the ear-piercing sound of the instrument was like a knife, cutting Lin Yun'er's heart into pieces.

　　Mom... Her sad scream was so shrill. Looking at her mother dying with her eyes open, she was wrapped by the intense hatred.

　　Heaven was unfair! She and Long Haoting were child's relatives. They had only met once when they were young. She had no intention of attaching herself to the Long family, the most wealthy family in Jiang City, and she was even more uninterested in this unknown fiance.

　　However, her mother died because of him! She hated him so much!

　　She wanted revenge, including Li Fei, Lin Zhuzhu, and Long Haoting. She would not let any of them go!

　　Lin Yun'er clenched her fists tightly. Her extremely charming eyes were now filled with hatred. "Mom."

　　Her voice was trembling, and she said word by word, "Yun will never let you die with grievances. I will take Long Haoting back."

　　Large drops of tears rolled down her charming face, and Lin Yun'er's voice became shrill, "Li Fei, Lin Zhuzhu, don't be proud. I'll make you pay with your blood. Also, Long Haoting, I hate you."

　　At this moment, not far from the simple mourning hall, a black high-class Maybach was quietly parked there. An extremely arrogant and domineering face was revealed from the rolled down window of the back seat.

　　The man looked like he was two or six years old. He had thick black and soft short hair. His bronze face was cold and angular. He had a straight nose and deep eyes. His pain and hatred were not less than that of Lin Yun'er's. They were even more than Lin Yun'er's.

　　At this moment, his eyes were fixed on the tightly pinched hand of Lin Yun'er.

　　Because of the powerful hatred, her fingernails pierced into the flesh, completely unaware. Blood dripped down, forming specks of redness on the ground.

　　The dripping red was like the sharpest dagger, splitting the man's heart. His hand was also curled up tightly like Lin Yun'er. In a moment, the blood dripped down from the palm of his hand. It was very painful, but this pain was less than one in ten thousand of his heartache.

　　He got up and wanted to get out of the car and hold the helpless Lin Yun'er. At this time, Long Haoting's "I hate you" was like a thunder exploding in the man's ears.

　　His body went stiff and he sat up straight in silence. His eyes, which were as deep as the sea, were filled with a faint wave of anger.

　　The atmosphere in the car was getting colder and colder, and the atmosphere was very low, as if it was Siberian in an instant.

　　"Go check it out. How did Uncle Lin die?" His voice was calm with joy and anger, but the driver heard the cruel meaning in it.

　　He had followed Dragon Master Long for many years, and he knew how much he spoiled and valued Lin Yun'er. After all, he had loved women for many years, and he would let his whole family bleed into a river! He would never turn over! This was what Dragon Master once said, so someone had to die on this cliff.

　　The driver, Old Wang, could not help but shiver. He carefully suggested, "Master Long, we're just going to take a look. Miss Lin is... quite pitiful."

　　"No, you can send this to her!" The man's low voice was full of the depression before the storm.

　　"Yes." Old Wang didn't dare to say much and walked towards the spiritual pen.