Chapter 933 - Broken Legs and Disfigured Face (1/2)

She dared not sleep when her chest felt empty.

Lu Jinrong picked up the dolly from the shelf. This was her treasure. She brought it with her everywhere. It was her precious and heartachingly so.

She said that her daughter saw the dolly as her, and now, she was treating the dolly as her daughter.

Xia Ruoxin reached out her hand and hugged the dolly. Then, she fell asleep—this time for real. Lu Jinrong covered her with the blanket and then sat down without moving.

“Mr. Lu.” His assistant walked in. “The Xia household has been dealt with,” he said in hushed tones.

Of course, he did not mean getting rid of them but putting them in the hospital.

“How is it?” Lu Jinrong asked plainly. “None of her organs burst, right?”

The assistant felt cold sweat trickle down his forehead. “That, Mr. Lu, no. You just bruised her stomach, but her organs are fine.”

“Oh…” Lu Jinrong reached out his legs. “Why didn’t any burst?”

The assistant felt the corner of his lips twitch. Young Master Rong, you don’t have to do this. No matter what, that’s still a woman. If people find out that you raised your hand against a woman, no one would want to marry you.

“Okay, you can leave now.” Lu Jinrong waved, preparing to stay here with his sister.

At this time, Jian Qingying came hurriedly.

“How is it? Is Xiaohua fine? I heard some people came to make trouble?”

“Don’t worry, she’s fine.” Lu Jinrong consoled her mother. “Mom, she’s much stronger than you think. She’s not disadvantaged; people suffer more in her hands.”

Jian Qingying rolled his eyes. “She was disadvantaged this time. If not, where did the scar on her stomach come from?”

It wasn’t all bad. Of course, Lu Jinrong dared not say that his business had stood to gain. Anything that could be used was a resource for expanding one’s career and connection.

Everything that could be used including themselves.

Wanting to make someone’s life a living hell was easy. Give them whatever they wanted, and drop them back to hell when they were at their peak.

Xia Ruoxin’s injury this time made that happen. Of course, it woke her up, too. However, the direction of future developments was not something they could predict or know.

“My daughter,”—Jian Qingying held Xia Ruoxin’s hand tightly—”no matter whose child she is, she’s one of us. No one can take her from us. If anyone tries, I’ll fight them.”