Deceased Mother's Inheritance - Chapter 11

Chapter 11: She Developed a Twisted Jealousy of Her Mother.

Meng Zhengyue was not surprised by Yun Jing’s return. Someone always had to come back to clean up the mess, and she always had to come to see her daughter.

Yun Jing was almost 37 years old. She wore a tailored V-neck suit, with straight shoulders and a slim waist, a typical successful woman’s demeanor. She didn’t smile much, which suited Meng Zhengyue’s charming and stylish look. She was well-maintained and didn’t look like she had an 18-year-old daughter; instead, she looked like a single, successful professional.

When they first met, she had Meng Zhengyue guess her age. Meng Zhengyue said she was at most 33, which amused Yun Jing.

When Yun Jing later revealed her age, Meng Zhengyue sighed to her friends in surprise, saying that rich women truly don’t suffer the wear and tear of time.

Yun Jing’s gaze swept over Yun Zhixue. She sat up straight, her presence a little oppressive. “Tell me the whole story.”

Her tone was not particularly kind.

Yun Zhixue’s story was concise and lacked any dramatic flair. Her tone was stiff. It was basically about how Du Mingxiao liked her.

“Did you reject him?”

Yun Zhixue had completely ignored him.

Meng Zhengyue said, “Not agreeing or talking to him is a rejection.” She raised her chin at Yun Zhixue and made a circle in the air with her finger. Yun Zhixue obediently turned her back. Meng Zhengyue said, “He pinned your daughter to the ground and cut off her beautiful long hair.”

Yun Zhixue trembled violently, her arms tensing. She stood with her back to Yun Jing, shaking. The long hair that once reached her waist was now unevenly cut. Even though it had been carefully braided, the damage underneath couldn’t be hidden.

Yun Jing’s face suddenly turned grim, and her eyebrows knitted together. Her gaze was fixed on her daughter’s hair, her anger seething.

No matter how indifferent she was to Yun Zhixue, she couldn’t stand to see her child being bullied.

Meng Zhengyue noticed this and said to Yun Zhixue, “Okay, go read your books.”

Yun Zhixue picked up her school bag and went to the dining table to write. Yun Jing continued the conversation, “You go upstairs.”

Yun Zhixue’s movements were slow. It took her several minutes to get to the staircase. She stopped at the corner of the stairs.

“Go pour a cup of tea,” Yun Jing ordered her assistant coldly.

The assistant hurriedly went to make tea. She was unfamiliar with the teaware, and the porcelain cups clinked together, making a harsh sound. Yun Jing’s dark eyes swept over her, and the annoyance in her eyes was almost tangible.

“Your people did this? Why didn’t you ask me?” Yun Jing felt that she was impulsive and that what she had done was not mature enough.

“I hit him, and I’d do it again if I saw him. I can’t stand to see a young girl being bullied. It’s a shame I couldn’t kill him.”

Meng Zhengyue seemed very relaxed. She said, “The school can just check the surveillance footage. They won’t dare to delete it. If they really get rid of the surveillance, we’ll take it higher. Everyone from top to bottom will have to be replaced. If they’re smart, they’ll proactively handle the people who condoned the bullying and dig out that group of bullies. Only then will this matter be resolved.”

Yun Jing was surprised. “You haven’t been answering my calls for the past few days. You were busy with this?”

Meng Zhengyue said, “I was the one who hit him. I should be the one to solve the problem. Otherwise, I’d just be leaving a mess and causing trouble for the child, wouldn’t I?”

The excellent solution and the fact that she had handled the matter quietly and effectively, overturned Yun Jing’s impression of her. She looked at her with admiration.

Meng Zhengyue added, “Let me correct you. I wasn’t busy with this and not answering your calls.”

“Hmm? Then what was it?”

Meng Zhengyue’s expression changed slightly. “Your daughter has been bullied for so long, and you, as a mother, have no idea?”

The sudden accusation stunned Yun Jing, and the smile on her face froze.

“I thought you asked me to meet your daughter in advance because you valued her and wanted us to get used to each other.”

Meng Zhengyue’s tone was lazy, with not much blame, but it was honest. There was some disappointment in her words regarding Yun Jing’s role as a mother. “Do you know that she called you twice that day?”

Yun Jing, of course, knew. She was in the middle of a business meeting and had hung up. She later gave her phone to her secretary. The secretary said she hadn’t called again, so Yun Jing didn’t call her back.

Meng Zhengyue’s voice was lower, and she rubbed her fingers together in annoyance. “Just imagine how desperate she was at that moment. She was so desperate that…” She exhaled heavily, thinking of Yun Zhixue’s pale face. A little girl who was usually so resilient suddenly broke her own spirit and thought of death. She was so young. What was so great about the other side? “It’s quite heartbreaking.”

Yun Zhixue’s life was indeed too bleak—emotionally dry as a desert, and the high-pressure life made her personality gloomy.

A person who thinks of death must be living a very hard life and sees no hope.

Meng Zhengyue was truly heartbroken when she went to the school. A child was bullied for so long, and no one at the school spoke up for her. She was a loner, perhaps not even wanting to be with herself.

The only revenge she could think of was to take them down with her.

So, Meng Zhengyue wrote a note for the little girl, wanting to give her a little hope. What she did was just a small gesture. It was nothing.

Meng Zhengyue finally couldn’t help but break her vow. She lit a cigarette, and her voice was calm through the white smoke. “Even if you don’t like her, at least be good to her for the sake of your bloodline.”

As an outsider, she had deliberately restrained her tone of accusation, but her words had already crossed the line.

A lover criticizing her parenting style was harsh to hear. Yun Jing sneered. “I never knew you liked kids so much before.” There was no shame in her eyes behind her glasses.

She might be angry that her daughter was bullied, but she would never apologize for her indifference. Love and dislike had always been clearly distinct.

Meng Zhengyue shook her head. “I don’t like kids.” She meant it. “I hate kids. They’re loud and troublesome. But I don’t dislike obedient kids. Not to mention, your daughter is very much like you, and she’s very pretty.”

Yun Jing let out a chuckle.

Her lover’s methods were clever. Her fingers were playing, and the thorns she had put up were instantly softened.

Meng Zhengyue glanced at her sideways.

Yun Jing said, “Is Du Cheng putting pressure on your studio?” It was a hint that she should ask her for help.

Meng Zhengyue just smiled.

She didn’t say a word. She just leaned forward slightly and blew a puff of smoke at Yun Jing. The smoke clouded Yun Jing’s face. Yun Jing enjoyed it, squinting her eyes in the nicotine and smoke.

Yun Jing had been a master in the field of romance, a flirt, and heartless. This was the first time she had met her match, a top-tier succubus. She smiled. “Okay.”

At the same time, Yun Jing saw the watch on her wrist. Her wrist was usually bare, but with the watch, it had a little more mechanical coldness. She asked, “Who gave you that?”

Meng Zhengyue never wore a watch. She found them a hassle for telling time. Now, Meng Zhengyue raised her wrist to look at the time. The hands pointed to 23:14.

She didn’t even know her own daughter’s things. Meng Zhengyue deliberately punished her. She said, “My little lover.”

Yun Jing frowned. “Who?”

“Guess.”

In the face of Yun Jing’s questioning, she flicked the cigarette between her fingers. As the two were at a standoff, the secretary handed over a vibrating phone. Yun Jing frowned and hung up, but the phone rang again.

When she looked up again, Meng Zhengyue was standing to the side. She used to work part-time as a model, but after starting her own studio, she focused on music. Meng Zhengyue was about to leave, but Yun Jing grabbed the hem of her clothes.

At this moment, Meng Zhengyue, with the snowflake watch on her hand, held the cigarette. Her lowered finger lightly brushed Yun Jing’s chin. “Yun, raise your head.”

Yun Jing did as she was told. Meng Zhengyue lowered her head and said, “Don’t forget, you also lied to me.”

“Don’t you like her a lot now?” Yun Jing’s voice echoed faintly in the room, like a pending feather.

The room fell into a dead silence. Even the sound of the assistant turning pages disappeared. Only the second hand of the mechanical watch moved quietly.

A gaze from the corner of the staircase secretly took in the scene. Yun Zhixue held the railing tightly. She saw Meng Zhengyue’s fingertips playing with Yun Jing’s lips. Her heart was suddenly squeezed by an invisible hand, and the pain made her almost suffocate.

—It hurts so much…

Why would Meng Zhengyue touching her mother’s cheek make her throat feel dry?

It was so glaring, and she disliked it so much.

She knew the answer.

Meng Zhengyue would say she liked it. She would.

Meng Zhengyue smiled, her voice soft. “If you solve this, I’ll like you even more.”

This sentence was like a fine needle, silently piercing Yun Zhixue’s eardrum.

The next second, her mother took the cigarette from Meng Zhengyue’s fingers and, using the wet filter, took a slow puff.

The smoke swirled around her mother’s lips, and she stared at Meng Zhengyue with a smiling gaze. Their eyes met, full of ambiguity and provocation, like the tides stirred up by the wind on a spring night.

Yun Zhixue held onto the stairs tightly, her body trembling.

She was so scared.

The look in Meng Zhengyue’s eyes toward her mother was full of flirtatious smiles. In the hidden corner, her eyes and heart were about to shatter.

Meng Zhengyue played with her and said, “Feeling good?”

What was good?

What felt good?

Was it the wet cigarette in her mother’s fingers that felt so good to smoke?

I want to feel good too.

Meng Zhengyue, don’t look at her. Look at me.

Yun Jing took another puff of smoke and let out a low laugh. Meng Zhengyue walked toward the stairs. She didn’t dare to eavesdrop anymore and ran up the stairs.

The books were crumpled from being held so tightly, and a thin layer of sweat broke out on her forehead.

Her heart was beating wildly. It felt like it was about to jump out.

Yun Zhixue thought that Yun Jing and Meng Zhengyue were just playing around, that they would break up eventually and get tired of each other. Eventually…

The look in her mother’s eyes toward Meng Zhengyue was different from the girlfriends she had before. Her mother used to like cool, aloof-looking women. She would always hold them in her arms and stroke their faces, but it was like she was stroking an exquisite toy. They would also nest in her arms and beg for a kiss. Sometimes her mother would slap them, and sometimes she would kiss them. And then, within three months, she would have a new person by her side.

Now, it might not be the same.

Meng Zhengyue was different from those women. She didn’t need kisses or touches. A single puff of smoke made her mother dazed.

Her mother craved the addiction Meng Zhengyue brought her, like nicotine hijacking dopamine. She was enjoying, excited, and happy.

Her mother still seemed to have charm. She had a good figure, she worked out, and she had a lot of money and took good care of herself.

Meng Zhengyue was enjoying her mother’s maturity and success.

A very twisted relationship.

They were perverts.

Yun Zhixue lowered her head and gnawed on her knuckles. Meng Zhengyue’s fingers had touched her lips, and her mouth had even moistened Meng Zhengyue’s fingers… What did that count for?

Hmm, Meng Zhengyue also had her appendix removed. Did Yun Jing ever have hers removed?

Meng Zhengyue confessed her feelings the first time they met. She said she liked herself, and she had just admitted it. The watch was from a lover, so… Yun Jing was an accident.

Hmm.

Yun Zhixue stood up and patted her books. She felt much better now. She didn’t care anymore.

Yun Jing was nothing at all.

Footsteps echoed from downstairs, along with the sound of a door opening. Yun Zhixue crouched down on her knees, staring intently at the other side.

No.

Meng Zhengyue went into the room. Her mother followed closely behind.

The most twisted person was about to become herself.

She had developed a twisted jealousy of her mother.

She was jealous that her mother could so naturally smoke Meng Zhengyue’s cigarette. She was jealous that her mother could so easily enter her room.

She was even jealous of that cigarette… that it could be held between Meng Zhengyue’s fingers and then held in Meng Zhengyue’s lips.

She cannot like Yun Jing more…