Ming Yue never expected that such a young child could be so thoughtful and well-considered.

She was very pleased with the child’s actions.

Recalling the promise she had just made to Dong Zi, Ming Yue smiled and said to the unnamed male operative before her, “Thanks. I’ll treat you and Dong Zi to a meal later.”

“No need. I’m paid to get things done; it’s my duty to carry out Brother Feng’s instructions. From here on out, it’s up to you—be careful, and call us anytime if anything comes up.”

With those words, Xi Zi quickly left, showing not the slightest change in expression the entire time, let alone offering Ming Yue even a small smile.

Ming Yue smiled but said nothing more.

After all, many people in this world simply aren’t accustomed to meeting others with a smile.

Once Xi Zi was gone, Ming Yue swiftly wrapped up her work, then made a quick exit, slipping into her battered old car, setting up her laptop, and starting a live stream.

As she had anticipated, it didn’t take long for Liu Fan to lose control, acting impulsively without regard for his surroundings, tearing off his clothes and indulging in reckless behavior.

Perhaps it was his nature, or maybe the effects of the drugs—he soon fell into a state of complete self-forgetfulness, almost…unbearable to look at.

It went on and on.

After what felt like an eternity, Liu Fan finally collapsed—with a trembling voice.

It wasn’t just exhaustion; he was foaming at the mouth and completely unconscious.

After being rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment, the doctor formally informed Liu’s family: the patient had suffered irreparable damage, and would likely never be able to function normally again.

“What do you mean ‘irreparable damage’? And what does ‘unable to function normally’ even mean?

You’re an incompetent doctor—this is how you treat patients? It’s just **two women, after all!

What kind of big deal is it? How could they possibly cause such irreparable harm?

My son hasn’t even fathered a child yet, and you’re spouting nonsense like this?”

Old Lady Liu’s face turned green as she glared at the doctor.

The doctor didn’t want to argue with them and simply replied, “I’m only responsible for my examinations and diagnostic results; for everything else, you’ll have to ask your son yourself.”

With that, the doctor left the room.

Old Lady Liu still wore a scowl. “What kind of attitude is that? Treating customers like this—such uselessness!

Wang Zhi, Liu E, go handle the transfer paperwork for Fan right away. We’re heading to a major hospital; leave it to your younger sister and brother-in-law to make the arrangements.”

Like the commander of a million-strong army, she brandished her walking stick and began issuing orders.

Yet despite the passage of time, the other two women standing there remained utterly unmoved.

Wang Zhi, who had always been obedient, looked extremely displeased.

She didn’t even approach Old Lady Liu or Liu Fan, who was still unconscious in bed; instead, she stood far away, staring at the familiar yet strangely alien old lady as if she were watching some demonic figure. Her mind kept drifting between images of that man wildly ravaging her and the old lady’s casual remark just moments ago: “It’s just **two women, after all.”

“It’s just…**two…two…”

Wang Zhi forcibly pressed her temples, which were pounding uncontrollably, and suddenly realized that, within this household, in front of this mother and son, she was nothing more than a trivial, insignificant woman.

All these years had ultimately been nothing but a joke!

But to make matters worse, disaster struck at precisely the worst possible moment.

Just as Old Lady Liu was impatiently urging her on, her phone rang.

When Wang Zhi picked it up, her crimson eyes, brimming with tears, suddenly widened in shock.

For right there, in the palm of her hand, on her phone screen, was a message from her own niece.

End of Chapter 139: Counterattack 65