Mr. Fang's Feisty Mistress

~The Tang Family Residence~

Returning home from work, Zhang Xiaoling was all tired and exhausted to the point that she felt dizzy.

Stepping out of her car, she pulled off her heels and picked it up with one hand.

Closing her car door, she locked the car and went inside the building with her bag in hand.

Since she was feeling a little dizzy, she couldn't afford to keep her image intact and probably exchange it with falling, so she had to walk into the house on barefoot.

Thankfully, a maid saw her at the entrance and quickly arrange a pair of flip-flops for her.

Extending her hand, Zhang Xiaoling handed her things to the mains before putting in the slippers. "Is my husband back?"

"Not yet." Noticing her dull facial expression, the maid asked worriedly, "Ma'am, are you feeling unwell?"

"I feel a bit dizzy. I just need to rest, what's for dinner?" Xiaoling inquired while leading the way toward the stairs.

For the first time in her life, she was feeling this weak and dizzy.

The situation about her mother has made her so devastated and confused about her entire life.

She was afraid of what would be the outcome of her mother being exposed of her crimes in public. The Tang family would never want her, but what about her husband, Tang Enlai?

Since he made the first move for them to try and make their marriage work, she has started to genuinely like him, and she could tell that he cares for her, but her lies in something else.

Did he care for her from the bottom of his heart, or was he doing that out of a sense of duty in order to make their marriage work?

Whatever the answer was, Zhang Xiaoling couldn't tell.

If the matter about her mother gets out, surely, his mother would ask him to divorce her, but where would his stand be?

Would he really abandon her because he will short-changed by being married to the stepdaughter of Zhang Renshu while being the true daughter of a criminal?

At this point, Zhang Xiaoling didn't know if she should pray for Shi Wenqian to be her true mother or if she should pray that she had no blood relationship with her.

Zhang Xiaoling was confused, nervous and afraid of what the result will be.

Only if she had someone reliable to rely on during this period. Thinking about how Fang Bingwen supported Zhang Liling so much, she was a little jealous and wished that her relationship with Tang Enlai would be like that.

In fact, all of this was her fault. Only if she hadn't been greedy from the start, then her relationship with her husband would have been very solid by now, but thinking about the beginning of their relationship, she didn't dare to have that trust yet.

Letting out a deep sigh, she heard the sound of footsteps from the side and automatically turned her head toward that direction to see her mother-in-law walking toward her with a magazine in her hand.

"Good evening, Mum." She greeted and quickly turned her eyes to the flight of stairs before her.

As she didn't have the energy to clash with the woman, she had to quickly escape.

Watching the younger woman climbing the stairs in a hurry, Mrs. Tang stood at the same spot and watched her in awe.

"Has she finally understood what fear is?" Sniggering, she walked toward the direction of the living area.

Arriving at the second floor, Zhang Xiaoling finally sighed in relief because her stepmother wasn't coming after her.

Taking her bag and shoes from the maid, she thanked her for the help before going into her bedroom.

As soon as she stepped into the room and shut the door behind her, a long sigh escaped from her lips as her lashes fluttered close.

"I'm tired," she breathed.

A few seconds later, she walked straight into the inner room to change out of her clothes and to keep her bag and shoes in the shelf after taking out her phone and some important items from the bag.

Putting a robe, she walked into the shower to wash away the day's stress while not letting go of the thoughts of her standing.

"I wish someone can tell me to stop thinking and that I will be safe." Sighing to herself, she turned on the shower and the water wash off the while soap lather on her body.

With worry filled in her heart and a lot of hormones in her body working against her, Zhang Xiaoling rushed to the toilet seat to throw up after covering herself with a bathrobe.

*******

On reaching the street Mikayla reached, Zhang Mingyu noticed that it was crowded ahead of him, plus there was an ambulance waiting.

Afraid that something must have happened to the woman with his child, he parked his car and quickly got out to go toward the ambulance in fear.

Right on time, he saw a young woman on the stretcher, but because of the small crowd, he couldn't see the face very well, but he became certain on the identity of the woman when he noticed the clothes on her.

Those were the same clothes Mikayla wore to work that day. If he hadn't sighted her at the company, he would have still been confused.

Shocked and curious about her condition, he asked the old woman next to him.

"Grandmother, what happened to her?"

"The elevator wasn't working so she took the stairs. But who knew she would slip and fall down. Omo! I heard that she sustained a lot of bruises and cuts. Poor girl!" The old lady lamented in pity.

Five minutes after the ambulance left with Mikayla, Zhang Mingyu didn't know how he found his way back to his car.

Sitting on his driver's seat, he felt his blood run cold.

Was this really his mother's doing?

Almost, he doubted that his mother could do something like this, but immediately the scene from that secret building of hers played in front of him, he couldn't deny the possibility any longer.

This seems like what his mother would do to get rid of the child that may stop his marriage with the daughter of the Ong family, after all, she had people to do the job for her.