The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Each of Lin ran’s diary entries was very long, except for this one, which only had a few sentences. The font was crooked and messy, as if it was written in an extremely shaky state, and it was written in a very urgent manner.

Yun Ci narrowed her eyes and carefully read it. Her pupils suddenly contracted under the table lamp.

The contents of the diary were:.

“My brother killed my mother. I hid under the bed. My mother told me not to make a sound.”.

Yun Ci’s hand slowly tightened the corner of the page.

“My brother... killed my mother?”?

The date of this diary was twelve years ago.

Yun Ci had heard Gu Jingwen mention that Lin ran should be twenty-four years old this year. Twelve years ago was when Lin ran was twelve years old. When she went to the Lin family previously, the maid had also said that Lin ran’s mother had died unexpectedly at the age of twelve. Since then.., she had fallen ill.

So, the time was right.

Yun Ci continued to scroll back.

‘Why does everyone say that my mother passed away unexpectedly? It’s not like that. Only I know. It’s not like that.’.

‘If my brother knew my secret, would he kill me too?’.

Between the lines, she was surrounded by the aura of fear.

It was strange and eerie.

After that, she started to write in a mess. She couldn’t even make a coherent sentence. It looked like she wrote it when she was having a seizure.

Twelve years ago, she saw her mother being killed with her own eyes. She couldn’t take it anymore, so she developed a mental illness. Her desire to survive made her keep this secret to herself.

Four years ago, she died under hypnosis and combined it with the poison that Xiao Feng bought.

Obviously, Lin ran’s death was the most suspicious.

But these things, including the diary, how should she tell Gu Jingwen and tell him? It was no different from adding salt to the wound.

Yun Ci leaned against the back of his chair and raised his head. His pupils were empty, and a fire rose in his heart.

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A week passed, and it was the monthly exam again.

Jun Donuan was cramming at the last minute. Three minutes before the exam, she was still memorizing. Xia Beiqing held his head and looked calm as he poked her shoulder with a pen.

“Hey! Do you want me to copy a few questions for you?”

Jun Duonuan glanced at him with disdain. “I might as well copy your questions from a dog. If a dog holds a pen in its mouth, its score will be higher than yours.”

“Are you looking for a beating?”Xia Beiqing clenched his fists. “I’ve made ample preparations this time. Just you wait.”

For teacher Shen’s reward, he had not slept well for the past month.

The bell rang. The invigilator came to the classroom and handed out the papers. Xia Beiqing took the pen and scribbled on the papers.

Because the seats were separated, Jun Duonuan sat diagonally behind him and stared at him in disbelief.

So Serious?

The exams were finally over. Xia beiqing stretched lazily and pinched his sore shoulders. “Aiyo... I can finally relax. Sister-in-law, Shall We Have Fun Tonight?”

“No.”Yun Ci leaned on the desk, his voice light and airy.

Xia Beiqing felt that it was strange. During this period of time, his sister-in-law always seemed to have something on her mind.

After leaving the exam room, Xia Beiqing hopped to the classroom office. The other teachers had already collected the papers and left. Shen Zhiyu was still sitting in his seat, obviously waiting for him.

“Teacher Shen!”He suddenly rushed over and pounced on Shen Zhiyu.

Shen Zhiyu’s body swayed twice and he nearly fell off the chair. He held onto his glasses and asked, “How did you do?”

Xia Beiqing placed his lips next to the man’s ear and intentionally exhaled a breath of hot air. His voice was soft and flirtatious, “You did... very well. I am very, very looking forward to... teacher Shen’s reward.”

The tip of Shen Zhiyu’s ear trembled and soon, it began to fill with blood.