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Just as she was about to speak, she heard Jin Lingling’s voice outside, timely ringing out, "What has happened here, why have they sent me to find the eldest young master? Why would the eldest young master come to Maternal Aunt Lin’s courtyard?"

With Jin Lingling’s crisp and calm voice, her pretty figure entered the room, but at the sight of Lin Siyu on the ground and the man on the bed, her delicately made-up little face suddenly changed color, her almond eyes widened in disbelief as she hurried forward.

However, on seeing the person on the bed, her small body trembled even more violently.

Suddenly, a piercing scream echoed through the room.

"Ah! I’ll kill you! Kill you! You slut, you vixen! Of all people to seduce, you actually seduced your own son! Slut, whore! Have you no shame?!"

Jin Lingling cursed as she lunged forward, grabbed Lin Siyu’s hair, and started to smash her head against the edge of the bed.

Lin Siyu, no fool, wouldn’t just let Jin Lingling beat her to death.

She was a bit more robust than Jin Lingling, managed to block with a sweep of her hand, protecting her head, then leaned back, ramming into Jin Lingling’s stomach, eliciting a painful scream from Jin Lingling, whose grip on the hair loosened.

Jin Lingling was hit, so naturally, Hong Mei wouldn’t just watch idly by. Finally having a justified reason to beat this wretch, Hong Mei rolled up her sleeves and began kicking Lin Siyu’s belly and calves.

The maid and her mistress against one, Lin Siyu quickly lost the upper hand. But she was not willing to give up, continuously shouting for Panpan to come help.

Panpan moved her lips slightly, obediently kneeling on the ground without moving, a smile filling her downcast eyes.

Of course, Lady Jin wouldn’t demean herself by attacking Lin Siyu, although she very much wanted to.

But Hong Yan would not hold back; she had wanted to beat Lin Siyu for a long time. She signaled her servant girl, and while shouting "Stop, stop!" they too joined in the fray, naturally with Lin Siyu on the receiving end.

Thus, the room quickly became chaotic. There were curses and shouts, accidental kicks, and unexpected punches. In the time it takes to finish a cup of tea, Lin Siyu had been beaten beyond recognition, with bruises and a swollen face.

In the end, she lay on the ground, now clutching her head, now her belly, completely unable to fight back or defend herself.

Many present were pleased to see Lin Siyu beaten.

Lady Jin sipped her tea with an air of indifference and, after Hong Yan kicked Lin Siyu’s belly once more, feigned concern and ordered the maids to intervene, "Stop, stop! Even if she has made a mistake, we should wait for the master to return and let him decide. Stop fighting! Hurry, hurry! Why aren’t you separating the Young Lady immediately?

If she gets hurt, how can that be good?"

Zi Yu and Mother Li immediately stepped forward to pull away Jin Lingling, with Mother Li seizing the opportunity to pinch Lin Siyu’s shoulder.

Only when everyone had been separated did they see Lin Siyu’s state—disheveled hair, bruised nose, and swollen face, her only covering, a piece of thin gauze, torn and hanging raggedly on her body.

Hong Yan was relatively unharmed, but Jin Lingling had also received a few pinches from Lin Siyu. However, no matter how disheveled, she looked better in comparison to Lin Siyu.

Jin Lingling glared fiercely at Lin Siyu, then looked up at the man on the bed, frowning in disgust, yet she threw herself forward and, while sobbing and cursing, said, "You heartless wretch! I’m bearing your child, and this is how you treat me?

You said you’d love only me in this lifetime, is this how you love me?

No wonder you wouldn’t agree to me taking a concubine, I thought it was because you cherished and loved me, but it turns out you have a new favorite!

How could you not be okay with anyone but this slut? How am I supposed to face others now!"

Jin Lingling cried pitifully, touching the hearts of all who heard.

But only Hong Mei, who had always been by her side, saw the truth.

Where were there any tears on Jin Lingling’s face?

Where was there even the slightest hint of sadness in her eyes?

And her seemingly gentle blows, to others, appeared to be mild venting, but Hong Mei knew that Jin Lingling’s hidden hand was viciously digging her long nails into his buttocks, thighs, and waist.

After all, Li Chengzhi was already unconscious by then; even if she killed him, there would be no reaction. And if, later, the physician discovered anything amiss, they could claim these marks were left during Li Chengzhi’s tryst with Lin Siyu.