Pampered Poisonous Royal Wife – o
Chapter 187: Torturing Zhao Lingling (4)

Chapter 187: Chapter 187: Torturing Zhao Lingling (4)

Tang Zhishan gazed at Zhao Jinbao’s panic-stricken face and sighed inwardly. Although they had been at loggerheads for many years, they were colleagues after all. Seeing Zhao Jinbao like this made him somewhat uncomfortable. But whom could he blame for this? Only Zhao Jinbao’s excessive coddling of Zhao Lingling, which had led to serious trouble!

"Old Zhao, at this point, there is only one way out," Tang Zhishan mulled over it and decided to point Zhao Jinbao in a direction. But how to go about it, and whether it would work out, that was no longer his concern.

"You say it, Director Tang, please tell me!" Zhao Jinbao said urgently.

"Take Zhao Lingling and go apologize to An Yiqing in person!" Tang Zhishan stated his solution.

"Apologize, in person? Can it really work?" Zhao Jinbao was doubtful. She was just a little girl; could she really wield such influence?

"Don’t underestimate An Yiqing. Did you know that after she was brought into the station, my phone nearly exploded from all the calls. Duan Yuntian, the former head of Muyun Society, even threatened to surround the police department with his men if his life-saving benefactor wasn’t released. Old Zhao, even without Third Young Master Gu, with your strength alone, you would be absolutely no match for An Yiqing! She’s much more formidable than anyone imagines!" Tang Zhishan’s words were both advice and a threat to Zhao Jinbao. He was warning him not to think of any crooked schemes. Even without Gu Yelin, just with An Yiqing’s capabilities, she could crush you with one hand!

Sure enough, after hearing this, Zhao Jinbao no longer had a single thought of resistance. He hurriedly thanked Tang Zhishan, "Thank you, Director Tang, I’ll go home right now and take Lingling to make our apology."

After Zhao Jinbao left, Tang Zhishan couldn’t help feeling a bit sentimental. The new waves of the Yangtze River push forward those ahead of them; new people replace the old!

An Yiqing, given time, will surely achieve great things!

——Foodie’s dividing line——

The Zhao family villa was situated within a high-end residential area in the center of Xuandu City, where most of the residents were powerful officials.

In the Zhao family villa, Zhao Lingling lay on the sofa, her face deathly pale, sobbing tragically.

"Oh my! Lingling, your injury is so severe, please stop crying! It breaks my heart!" Wang Lan, Zhao Lingling’s mother, sat beside her, her face filled with distress as she watched her precious daughter. She took out a tissue and tenderly dabbed at Zhao Lingling’s tear-reddened eyes.

"Wuu wuu wuu... Mom, it’s the first time I’ve ever been humiliated like this in my life!" Zhao Lingling sniffled, her chest aching terribly. Sobbing, she said, "She’s just a little girl who killed someone; why should they remove me from my position? Mom, that Tang Zhishan is just against my dad and deliberately targeting me!"

Even in front of her own parents, Zhao Lingling tried to deceive them. In her heart, An Yiqing was nothing more than a powerless girl, and as for Gu Yelin, though Zhao Lingling had heard of him, she certainly didn’t have the status to meet him. She was even less willing to, nor could she possibly, connect the man who had injured her with the Gu family.

"Lingling, stop crying. Your dad has gone to settle scores with Tang Zhishan! He’ll definitely get you justice! My precious child, quickly wipe away your tears. We won’t be police anymore, let’s find a lighter job instead; you can do whatever you want," Wang Lan cooed at Zhao Lingling, wishing she could secure a national leader’s position for her daughter to occupy.

"Bam—!"

While the mother and daughter were speaking softly to each other, someone kicked the door of the house open with a fierce bang. Zhao Jinbao walked in with pale-faced, brisk strides.

"Old Zhao, how did it go? What did that old guy Tang Zhishan say?" Wang Lan’s eyebrows arched sharply, her motherly image in front of Zhao Lingling gone, and she looked quite shrewish and acerbic.