Free Web NovelChapter 825: Chapter 825: Zhen Lingling, Welcome to Hell
She had been a pawn of the Zhen and Liu families for twenty-five years, only to be discarded in the end, left with the fate that no one from either family would even collect her corpse.
If it hadn’t been for An Mingji, she really would have died without even a place for her remains.
Thinking of those twenty-five years of torment in her past life, of all those times she’d been casually treated as a chess piece and thrown away, a deep, icy light surfaced in Gu Jin’s beautiful eyes.
She looked at the nearly deranged Zhen Lingling across from her, the corners of her lips curving into a wicked arc, her dark eyes cool and imposing: "Zhen Lingling, the main reason I came today is to give you a message."
Zhen Lingling glared at her with hatred, her face twisted and vicious.
"Get lost!"
She refused to let Gu Jin provoke her any further; she could easily imagine nothing good would come out of the other woman’s mouth.
Gu Jin’s pleasant voice sounded slowly.
"Zhen Lingling, your life in Hell is only just beginning. Hell welcomes you."
With that, she turned and left.
Gu Jin’s departing back held an indescribable grace, as if she were shrouded in a soft, warm halo that made her shine with dazzling light.
In this moment, Gu Jin seemed to have cast something off; that persistent gloom that used to linger over her from time to time was gone from her entirely.
Seen through Zhen Lingling’s eyes, that retreating figure was nothing but lofty arrogance, full of mockery and contempt.
And then there were Gu Jin’s words just now—what Hell welcomes her?
Even if today she was tied to the Liu Family, even if Liu Bochang was a useless waste, her future days would still be glorious and grand. How could she tolerate being looked down on by a little country girl who’d grown up in some backwater?
The anger boiling up in her chest made her desperate to vent.
Her gaze swept over the water glass on the table, and Zhen Lingling raised her hand, grabbed it, and hurled it at Gu Jin’s back.
Gu Jin’s hand was already on the doorknob. As she pushed the door open, she heard the faint swish of air from behind.
It was as if she had eyes in the back of her head. At the exact moment the door opened, Gu Jin shifted lightly to the side and avoided the blow.
"Ah!!!"
"Crash!"
A woman’s shrill scream and the crisp sound of glass shattering on the floor rang out one after the other.
The woman standing outside the door, however, was not as lucky as Gu Jin.
The girl in the white dress who had been in the room earlier was just about to open the door of the dressing room when it suddenly swung inward.
Then, a blur flashed before her eyes.
The glass tumbler came down on her pristine white dress at a speed that left her no time to react.
The spot where it hit her ached sharply, and her clean dress was now filthy and stained.
Gu Jin stood just inside the door, smiling with her eyes as she took in the scene before her.
"Zhen Lingling!"
The girl in the white dress came from a notable family herself. To be treated like this, her expression instantly darkened.
Zhen Lingling was also still in the grip of rage; she had just opened her mouth when she saw the man standing beside the girl in the white dress.
He was no one else but Liu Bochang, the man getting engaged to her today.
At the sight of this man, Zhen Lingling didn’t know why, but her very first instinct was to look at Gu Jin.
Yet the latter didn’t spare Liu Bochang a single glance. She stepped around the girl in the white dress and left the room, crisp and decisive.
"Miss, please wait."
Liu Bochang’s voice followed at once.
Gu Jin kept walking, as if she hadn’t heard a sound from behind her.
Liu Bochang quickly glanced into the dressing room at Zhen Lingling, whose face was contorted and expression faintly strange.
A complex light flashed in his eyes as he said briskly, "It’s almost time. Fix yourself up and come out; I’ll wait for you outside."
Once he finished speaking, he turned and went after Gu Jin.
This scene fell into Zhen Lingling’s eyes, yet she felt no jealousy at all. On her exquisitely made-up face there even flickered a peculiar look, as if she’d just discovered something curious.
