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Hearing Yang Qingyin say something similar before and now Ling Ruonan, Luo Ziling wasn’t too surprised. He gave a bitter smile and said to Ling Ruonan, “Mother, it seems too many people have set their sights on us. In the future, even more troubles will come knocking.”

“The relationships among Yanjing’s elite are complex and interwoven, and their struggles against each other are fierce. Trouble with one family can easily become an opportunity for several others to strike. Thus, it’s also possible that they would target you, attempting to frame the Yang Family. They would certainly like to instigate internal conflicts and clashes within our Ling Family,” Ling Ruonan said with a bitter smile, then continued, “After dinner, Mother will explain the situation among the elite families of Yanjing to you in detail,”

“Mhm, sure,” Luo Ziling, who was very eager to know about this, naturally agreed.

“You rest for a bit. Mother will go prepare dinner. You can go lie down on the bed inside,” Ling Ruonan said, taking Luo Ziling’s hand, “Knowing you would return, Mother prepared a room for you. Go in and take a nap, and see if it meets your approval or needs anything else.”

As she spoke, she led Luo Ziling upstairs and opened the door to the room next to her own bedroom.

Luo Ziling saw that the room Ling Ruonan had prepared for him was very spacious, neat, and brightly lit, with luxurious furnishings that left him stunned.

“Mother, it’s too luxurious, I’m not quite used to this,” Luo Ziling said, a bit embarrassed after looking around, “I didn’t ask for much, just a place to sleep is enough.”

Ling Ruonan knew that Luo Ziling’s life had been quite simple in the small mountain village of the Northwest, so she was not surprised by his reaction.

She didn’t say much more but let Luo Ziling lie down to rest while she went downstairs to prepare dinner.

While Ling Ruonan and Luo Ziling were having a warm conversation, elsewhere, someone was fit to be tied.

It was Yang Qingyin’s father, Yang Yunlin, who was fuming.

“What? Yang Shubao is dead?” Upon hearing the report from a confidant, Yang Yunlin, who was busy with official duties in his office, was shocked and immediately stood up.

“Yes, Yang Shubao had a car accident this afternoon. His vehicle collided with a concrete mixer truck, and he died instantly,” said the confidant who had rashly come to inform Yang Yunlin of the situation. Seeing the horror on Yang Yunlin’s face, he was also startled, but continued to report with a steady voice, “The driver of the offending vehicle abandoned the truck and fled. The police are in pursuit.”

“Ha, how could it be a mere traffic accident, it must be murder,” Yang Yunlin, slamming his hand hard on the table, angrily said, “Contact Director Li right away. Have him personally take charge of this case and find the mastermind behind it.”

“Yes,” the confidant replied and immediately left.

After his confidant left, Yang Yunlin slumped into his chair.

“Ha, Ling Ruonan, you’ve actually struck back,” Yang Yunlin tried to calm down as he twirled a pen in his hand, a cold sneer on his face as he muttered to himself, “Don’t think I don’t know that it was you who planned Yang Shubao’s death just because you made it look covert. You’re ruthless, woman. Even though they didn’t harm your son, you’ve started killing people. I want to see how you’ll defend yourself if evidence is found.”

After giving it serious thought, Yang Yunlin picked up the phone on the desk and personally called the deputy director in charge of major cases at the city bureau, demanding that the deputy director take personal charge of the investigation into Yang Shubao’s case.

“Wang, this is definitely not an ordinary traffic hit-and-run case, but a criminal case. Someone has deliberately planned a traffic accident with the intention of killing Yang Shubao,” Yang Yunlin directly stated his conjecture over the phone, then added a request, “I hope you can clear up the case as soon as possible and render justice to the deceased.”

“Yes, Mayor Yang, we will definitely solve this case as quickly as possible and apprehend the murderer,” assured Wang Chaohui, the deputy director in charge of major cases, who was promoted by Yang Yunlin himself, promptly over the phone.

After making the promise, he asked softly, “Mayor Yang, who do you think is the most likely to have killed your cousin?”

“I don’t know that, but I am clear that the woman from the Ling Family in the Northern Group had conflicts with Yang Shubao.” After saying this, Yang Yunlin hung up the phone.

After the call, Yang Yunlin still felt very frustrated. He decided to go see his father, Yang Yuanshan, that evening to discuss the matter. It was not to seek Yang Yuanshan’s help; for such a not-so-major incident, Yang Yunlin would not need his father’s assistance.

He just wanted Yang Yuanshan to be aware of the situation, to understand that Ling Ruonan had begun to fight back. Yang Yunlin firmly believed that Yang Shubao must have been killed by Ling Ruonan’s people, and he maintained this belief even without any evidence. Yang Yunlin had previously witnessed Ling Ruonan’s formidable nature; the woman was very decisive and ruthless in her actions, which completely contradicted her beautiful appearance.

However, this was also what Yang Yunlin admired about her. In his youth, because Ling Ruonan was fiery in her actions and straightforward by nature, he had fallen for her. Not having won her over, and his brother having died because of Ling Ruonan, the now love-turned-hate Yang Yunlin held an extraordinary hatred for her. He was determined to pull Ling Ruonan down and ruin her life.

Yet, Ling Ruonan had completely anticipated Yang Yunlin’s reaction.

After letting Luo Ziling rest a bit before eating, Ling Ruonan also went to the kitchen.

In the kitchen, Wuyue, who was wearing an apron, was cooking, and Ling Ruonan immediately went to help.

“Did the plan succeed?” she asked softly.

“Mhm,” Wuyue nodded, but didn’t say much, just smiling at Ling Ruonan with a confident expression.

Ling Ruonan didn’t ask further, responding with a smile, “I’m sure Yang Yunlin is furious right now, but what can he do to me?”

Wuyue still said nothing; she knew that such words couldn’t be responded to and that she must quickly forget that Ling Ruonan ever spoke them.

She turned the subject to Luo Ziling’s injuries: “Miss, the young master’s injuries are actually quite severe, only they were well tended to, and the medicine he prepared himself is very effective, so he looks much better after a day. He has two wounds on his body, both from stabbings. The assailant was after his life.”

Wuyue was standing by when Ling Ruonan had examined Luo Ziling’s wounds earlier, and being experienced in these matters, she had quickly assessed the situation.

“I will not permit anyone to bully us, mother and son,” Ling Ruonan said with a fierce determination.

The murderous aura that showed on Ling Ruonan’s face even made Wuyue shiver.