Rebirth of the Superpower Queen

Chapter 148 Undercurrents

"Ah..." Ming Jian also screamed with the sound of broken spine.

He looked at Meng Zhiling in horror, with resentment still in his eyes.

"Someone, come and catch this witch!" Although it was painful, it seemed to have become numb. Ming Jian still had the strength to shout loudly.

On the other side, several people who were dealing with Qiao Surong immediately flew over when they heard Ming Jian's voice, surrounded Ming Jian, and confronted Meng Zhiling.

"Just a few people want to catch me? I think you are too delusional!" Meng Zhiling raised her eyebrows proudly and said very comfortably.

"Stop talking nonsense!" said one of the leaders in a rough voice, looking righteous but also stupid.

He aimed his eyes at Meng Zhiling's forehead and gave her a roundhouse kick, intending to knock her down, and then tackling her to the ground with a backhand. It would be so beautiful and perfect, but it was not until he had completed the move and landed perfectly that he realized that he had really thought too much.

Meng Zhiling had already come behind him without him knowing when, and with a backhand grab, she grabbed him by the throat.

He didn't dare to move at all.

"Waste!" Ming Jian saw that the situation was not good and tried hard to stand up from the ground, but the pain in his spine made it impossible for him to straighten his back. His whole posture looked like an ancient eunuch, so servile!

"Ming Jian, I don't care whether this is your personal idea or Old Man Ming's. Anyway, I'm in a very good mood today and don't want to kill anyone. Besides, I'm going to move in with you in the future, and I don't want my territory to be stained with blood. So I'm giving you another warning today. From now on, whenever I appear in my territory, you'd better avoid me, otherwise I will really fight you every time I see you!"

After saying this, Meng Zhiling clenched her fist and deliberately snapped her fingers.

Then he took Qiao Surong's arm and left the Ming family residence.

"Why did you take so long to come out!" Ming Yi looked at Mingzhu, who had been anxiously waiting, and blamed Qiao Surong with heartache.

Yes, he only dared to blame Qiao Surong, and only had the heart to blame Qiao Surong.

"So slow? It's lucky we didn't die in there, and you still think it's slow? Go back and tell your old man that as for Ming Jian, it's either him or me, let him decide for himself!" Meng Zhiling said disdainfully, not bothering to pay attention to Ming Yi at all, and got into the car.

Ming Yi shrugged, looked at the car going away, and made a gesture behind him.

"Third Master!"

"Waiter, go and tie up the Ming Sword for me!"

"Yes!"

Ming Eryi disappeared as soon as he finished answering.

"Third Master, will doing this completely anger the old man? After all, he has always loved Ming Jian so much!" Ming Yi followed behind Ming Yi, frowning and expressing his concerns.

"Hmph? I'm afraid of angering him? I want to see how much he can't tolerate his own flesh and blood relatives in his eyes?" Ming Yi walked into the Ming family mansion again with a gloomy face.

What happened to Mingzhu just now did not seem to cause much response. Ming Shunde had already returned to the banquet and was greeting the guests with Old Lady Ming, with a happy smile on his face.

Ming Yi looked around the room but didn't see any trace of Ming Jian. He wondered if Ming Er had finished the task he had assigned him.

"Third brother, was that really the eldest sister just now?" Ming Yi found a corner to sit down, and Ming Jue followed.

She has short fiery red hair and skin as white as a porcelain doll. She looks capable and feminine. She is simply the dream lover of all men. However, due to Ming Yi's protection, no one dares to approach her.

"Yes!" Ming Yi took a sip of wine, nodded, and uttered a single syllable in his throat.

Mingjue didn't say much, just held the wine glass quietly and accompanied Mingyi quietly.

It’s not that she didn’t know Mingzhu, nor did she have no impression of her, but in her memory, her elder sister was always submissive and looked like she was easy to bully.

But this time when he returned, it was as if he had been reborn, except that his face was still the same as before.

In the hospital, at this time, except for the lights in the emergency room which were still on, everywhere else was dark and quiet.

"Ah..." There was a scream and the sound of bones cracking, and the doctor took off his gloves and mask.

"How is it, Young Master Ming?" Ming Er asked softly with a sly smile.

"You, how could it be you? Where is the doctor? Doctor, doctor..." When Ming Jian saw Ming Er taking off his mask, his face changed immediately and he shouted loudly in panic.

"Hehehe, stop screaming. No one will come to save you even if you scream your throat out. Just be good and listen to me. I promise that your spine will heal. Otherwise, don't blame me, Ming Er, for not being gentle enough if you can never stand upright again!" Ming Er laughed, and that tone and laughter made Ming Jian shudder.

Ming Jian was a man who knew the current situation. He immediately shut up and silently waited for the nightmare to happen next.

On this side, Mingyi's phone rang. Minger just said "the matter was settled" and hung up.

Early the next morning, Mingzhu and Meng Zhiling arrived at the Ming family's house. After last night's dinner, there was no sign of mess in the yard, only solemnity and dignity.

"Hey, are you all having breakfast? It seems like there's nothing prepared for us, Mom!" Meng Zhiling came directly to the restaurant with a small bag. Looking at the people gathered around the table, Meng Zhiling greeted them "kindly".

Ming Shunde just raised his eyes and looked at Meng Zhiling and Mingzhu. Among his other children, only the fourth child stopped eating, and the others pretended not to see or hear anything.

"Mingzhu, Zhiling, I'm glad you're back. Housekeeper, please add more dishes and chopsticks. Didn't you see that the eldest lady is back?" Old Mrs. Ming looked at Ming Shunde, and her face immediately filled with smiles. She stood up, took Mingzhu's arm, and let Mingzhu sit in her previous seat.

The housekeeper immediately brought a chair, and then the old lady pulled Meng Zhiling to sit next to her, looking at Meng Zhiling with a very fond and happy expression.

"Zhiling, grandma doesn't know what you like to eat. Look at these, will you eat them? If you don't like them, I will ask the housekeeper to prepare new ones immediately!"

Meng Zhiling looked at the old lady's enthusiastic expression. If she didn't know, she might really think that she was truly doting on her granddaughter.

Unfortunately, Meng Zhiling knew her inside and out.

When she returned home last night, she asked Mingzhu in detail about what had happened in the past twenty years.

It turns out that Mingzhu's hatred for Ming Shunde was not just twenty years ago, but could be traced back to thirty or forty years ago.

At that time, Ming Shunde was just the owner of a small workshop, and Mingzhu's mother was the daughter of the deputy mayor of Linhai City. The two met by chance, fell in love at first sight, and fell in love again. After a few encounters, Mingzhu's mother married Ming Shunde despite her family's opposition.

During those two years, Ming Shunde relied on his father-in-law's connections to make a good living. Later, when Mingzhu's mother was pregnant, he cheated on her. After his father-in-law retired and did not do much, he openly brought the mistress home.

So three years after Mingzhu's mother gave birth to her, she died of depression, and it was natural for the mistress to enter the house.

The mistress at that time was the current Mrs. Ming. Later, Ming Shunde used his current wife's relationship to gain a certain status in politics and business circles, which made him what he is today.

Anyway, when Mingzhu was talking to Meng Zhiling, she was narrating in a silent, nostalgic manner, although hatred was revealed between the lines.

"Mrs. Ming, you don't have to be so polite or so enthusiastic. Also, Mingzhu is not your daughter, so you are naturally not my grandmother."

Meng Zhiling said lightly, took the breakfast from the housekeeper, paused, and looked at Ming Shunde again, "Isn't that what you said, Grandpa?"

As soon as Meng Zhiling said this, everyone looked at Ming Shunde, waiting for his answer, including Old Lady Ming.

"Okay, let's eat, Yumei, sit down too. Young people have their own ideas and ways of doing things, so don't be picky!"

Ming Shunde spoke earnestly, without any perfunctory intention. He glanced over and the children who were originally glaring at Meng Zhiling were instantly swept back by his eyes and majesty.

Meng Zhiling smiled slightly, ate her breakfast with satisfaction, smacked her lips, and always felt that it was still not as delicious as what Qiao Surong made himself.

"Mingzhu, take this card. You and Zhiling can use it to buy anything you want. There's no limit!" After dinner, Ming Shunde took out a card from his pocket and handed it to Mingzhu.

Mingzhu was stunned for three seconds, looking at Ming Shunde's pupils, trying to find some hypocrisy in his eyes, but she was very frustrated, she could never see Ming Shunde's true emotions.

As Ming Shunde placed the card, everyone's eyes were focused on the golden card.

The youngest, Mingyuan, frowned, and no one knew what he was thinking. The second oldest, Mingyu, and the American husband both looked jealous and greedy.

Old Mrs. Ming looked calm and virtuous.

"Mingzhu, just accept it. This will be a way for your father and I to make up for what we owe you over the years!"

"In that case, we'd better obey your order. I'll accept this card on behalf of my mother!" Meng Zhiling raised her eyebrows, stretched out her long arm, and put the card on the table into her wallet.

"Haha, that's right. Since we are a family, we don't need to say those polite words. Mingzhu, where do you want to go shopping today? Let Lao Li be your personal driver. Please forgive me, an old lady, for not accompanying you." Old Mrs. Ming has always been a good person.

Mingzhu was not moved, she just nodded slightly and did not intend to speak to her.

"Old Li, move Mingzhu and Zhiling's things in first. They'll be living in the same building with us. They just came back, so it's inevitable that they might not be used to or feel comfortable. I can take care of them!"

Old Mrs. Ming didn't care about Mingzhu's reaction. It was as if her life was just a self-performance and she just wanted to feel good about herself.

Meng Zhiling chuckled. This arrangement was indeed a good one. She couldn't act rashly. But at the same time, could they act rashly against her and Mingzhu? She was thinking too naively.