Chapter 18 Late Night Rage

Zong Fu, feeling satisfied, said smugly, “So you think I’m right, right?”

Zong Du’s gaze fell on the large red stain beneath Xi Yue.

The white wool carpet was speckled with blood stains...

He said coldly, “But you’ve dirtied my carpet.”

Zong Fu looked down and saw the mess on the carpet.

She frowned and looked at Xi Yue, who was unconscious on the floor.

“Xi Yue is so inconsiderate. You brought back from abroad...it’s quite expensive, huh?”

Mrs. Zong, who had been silent since Zong Du entered, finally put down her teacup and called for the butler.

“Take her away, and clean the carpet. See if it can be restored.”

The butler quickly stepped forward, hesitated, and then looked at Zong Du. “Should... Xi Yue be sent to the hospital?”

“No need.” Zong Du adjusted his cufflinks. “She should be punished for her mistakes.”

Before Xi Yue completely lost consciousness, she heard Zong Du say this.

...

Late at night, the rain poured harder.

Accompanied by thunder, the temperature in Huai City suddenly dropped.

Xi Yue lay on the bed, her body alternately freezing and burning up.

In a daze, she had a dream.

In the dream, Zong Du brought Lin Yanyan back from outside and saw her kneeling in the living room.

For some reason, it was extremely cold inside, making her bones ache.

The living room was empty, with only the hum of the air conditioner.

Zong Du held Lin Yanyan’s hand and walked to her side.

Lin Yanyan stopped and looked at her. “Brother Zong, Xi Yue is kneeling. Won’t you help her?”

Zong Du frowned in disgust. “She dirtied my carpet.”

Xi Yue felt a sharp pain in her heart, as if something warm was flowing out of her body, indeed staining the carpet.

Lin Yanyan sneered. “Brother Zong, should we send her to the hospital?”

Zong Du kissed Lin Yanyan’s hand. “She deserves to be punished for her mistakes.”

His voice was full of scorn and cold disgust.

As he finished speaking, the once empty living room suddenly filled with people.

Mrs. Zong, Zong Fu, Zong Du, Lin Yanyan, Wang Jin, and indistinct maids and classmates.

They pointed at Xi Yue maliciously, laughing wildly.

“You deserves that.”

“You deserves that.”

“You deserves that.”

The three words echoed like a curse, resounding through the entire living room.

Xi Yue tried to stand up, but no matter how hard she struggled, her legs were too weak to support her.

She kept shouting, trying to make them stop laughing.

But when she opened her mouth, she found she had no tongue and could only make pitiful whimpers.

Xi Yue jerked awake, her eyes wide open.

Ah, it was a dream.

Then she fainted again.

“Yue, Yue?”

Zhuang Yi, keeping watch by Xi Yue’s bed, saw her wake up and quickly leaned in.

But Xi Yue fainted again.

Zhuang Yi touched Xi Yue’s forehead, feeling the scorching heat.

Frightened, she withdrew her hand and searched the bedside table for the medicine box, but to only found one piece of fever medicine, which was expired.

Gritting her teeth, Zhuang Yi knocked on the butler’s door.

“Butler, please save Yue, save my daughter!” Zhuang Yi knelt in front of the butler. “Yue’s fever won’t go down. If it continues, she might die!”

As she spoke, tears streamed down her face.

The butler’s expression darkened. “Such a high fever could be damaging her organs. Yue’s liver...”

Zhuang Yi couldn’t stop crying.

The butler sighed.

He remembered the surgery Xi Yue had as a child. If it relapsed, it would be a big problem.

The butler gritted his teeth. “Wait here!”

He made a phone call, and half an hour later, the family doctor arrived stealthily through the side door, braving the storm.

After examining Xi Yue, who was flushed with fever, the doctor shook his head. “Send her to the hospital.”

She had numerous external and internal injuries, and the doctor suspected multiple fractures.

“If the fever continues, her immune system will crash. She has had a liver transplant and can’t handle such prolonged high fever.”

Zhuang Yi cried even louder.

The butler didn’t want any deaths on his watch and hesitated about whether to notify Mr. Zong.

While he pondered, a loud bang came from the front door.

“You are so ridiculous, ridiculous!”

A man’s furious voice echoed through the villa, waking everyone up.

Zong Fu, supporting Mrs. Zong, came downstairs. At the landing, they saw Zong Yuhai striding towards the maid’s quarters.

“What’s going on?” Mrs. Zong frowned, looking at Zong Du. “What’s your father so mad about now?”

“Let’s go see.” Zong Du, expressionless, went downstairs.

Mrs. Zong followed him.

On the first floor, they saw Zong Yuhai carrying Zhuang Yi out.

Seeing Mrs. Zong, fury and disgust filled his eyes. “You Peiqin! If you cause a death in my Zong Family, I will divorce you!”

Mrs. Zong had never seen her husband so furious.

She first looked at him, then at the unconscious Zhuang Yi in his arms. “Is she... dead?”

Her tone was initially confused, then tinged with a hint of delight.

“You!” Zong Yuhai’s face turned livid.

“How could she be?” Zong Fu muttered. “I didn’t hit her that hard!”

“Dad, Mom, don’t be fooled by her! Who knows what tricks this slut is up to now, maybe—”

Seeing her husband’s face darken further, Mrs. Zong feared her daughter would bear the brunt of his anger and pulled her back. “Stop talking!”

If they continued to stoke the fire, this hateful slut would truly take advantage.

Zong Yuhai’s smoky grey eyes bore into Zong Du, his gaze inscrutable.

“Go bring Xi Yue out and take her to the hospital.”

Zong Du noticed the probing in his father’s eyes.

Recalling his friend’s earlier taunt, Zong Du lowered his eyelids.

“Is your father using Xi Yue to test you?”

“Years ago, he didn’t believe you let go of that incident and guarded against you. Now, he’s old and has to delegate power. You, as his ’only son,’ are a hurdle he can’t avoid.”

The prediction hit the mark.

Zong Du watched coldly, unmoving.

The living room fell eerily silent.

Outside, lightning and thunder roared, and torrential rain poured down.

Although the atmosphere was emotionally cold, it subtly eased the tension indoors.

A gleam of satisfaction flashed in Zong Yuhai’s eyes.

After a long pause, Mrs. Zong sighed. “Come on, it’s the middle of the night. Xi Yue’s only a maid. Why bother my son?”

She looked at the butler. “Call someone to send her two to the hospital.”

The butler quickly complied and went to get the driver.

Zong Fu pouted, muttering, “It was just a few hits, what’s the big deal?”

Zong Yuhai glared at her. “Just a few hits? Want to try it yourself?”

Zong Fu hid behind Mrs. Zong, afraid to speak.

The driver soon arrived at the door, and Zong Yuhai carried Zhuang Yi outside.

The butler brought a stretcher for Xi Yue, lifting her into the car.

The group left the villa in a flurry.