Page Forty-Two Persuading Ling Xiaoye
At this moment, hearing her mother’s name, Ling Xiaoye appeared extremely shocked, but she quickly denied, “How could that be? My mother had already passed away in a car accident back then, and even if I was younger, I wouldn’t have trouble remembering what my mother looked like, would I?”
“Common sense of mortals.”
I turned around and constructed a cognitive hindrance spell, then turned back to ask, “So now? Can you still recognize who I am?”
“That’s naturally… Eh?”
The spell worked normally, leaving no specific impression of my face in their eyes, let alone recognizing who I was.
“There’s actually something like this! What kind of magic is this?”
“You’ve experienced the transformation spell, so don’t be surprised by the cognitive hindrance.”
I mocked as I untied the spell and continued, “That car accident was just your father’s unilateral account. Regarding what really happened to your mother, I think we need to question it. Based on the clues I have, your father has a significant suspicion… ”
Ling Xiaoye frowned deeply and refuted, “Do you mean my father did it? That’s nonsense!”
She was angry.
It seemed she respected her father very much.
“I have evidence, which is the third thing I came here for today.”
Taking out the phone from Xiao Kai, I pulled up the profile picture of Líng Shàojié she had taken that day.
Considering his level, he did a decent job. The neat straight hair, narrow-framed glasses, high nose bridge, long eyelashes highlighted by the side profile, and the gleam of shrewdness and wisdom in her eyes.
“She is your older sister, or possibly your younger sister… Regardless, she is also Ling Ximí and Lin Yuhuang’s child. Considering the age, you two might be twins, except she was ‘excluded’ by your father right after birth.”
Ling Xiaoye took the phone from my hand.
“You’re saying she’s my younger sister?”
Her question was small and withdrawn. Xiàlù also moved closer to look at Líng Shàojié’s appearance.
“… Ziye, she does seem a bit like you.”
Seeing them somewhat dazed, I continued, “As I said before, you and she might be fraternal twins, but your father, who favors boys over girls, never admitted she was his daughter. Instead, your aunt took her in.”
“Aunt?”
Ling Xiaoye realized and slapped her forehead, “It’s Aunt Dànhàn. She has a bad relationship with my father and rarely communicates with him.”
“However, I heard from my father about the rumors of the older generation of the Lin family. Your aunt probably suffered injustice, which is why she distanced herself from your father… Ziye, the news brought by Sister Lingmeng might be true.”
Xiàlù’s unexpected betrayal successfully broke through Ling Xiaoye’s defenses. She sat down on the ground, mouth agape.
“It can’t be, how could my father do such a thing to his wife.”
She tried to convince her confused self.
“Sisters are just similar in appearance. I’m an only child.”
She wanted to mend her crumbling psychological defenses.
I took out the file bag containing Líng Shàojié’s birth certificate from the hidden space inside the notebook.
“This was originally meant to be used against your father, not something to show now, but seeing this, you should believe what I’m saying, right?”
I held it in front of Ling Xiaoye’s eyes.
“… Birth certificate?”
“This is something your aunt has been hiding, which your father has been searching for. One day, this sister of yours will use this to strike a heavy blow against your father, making him pay for his actions.”
She reached out to take it, but I withdrew my hand.
“Sorry, such an important thing can’t be given to you. If you go crazy and tear it up, then ‘I’ will be torn apart by your sister.”
As the ace card against Lin Yuhuang, Líng Shàojié placed great importance on this birth certificate. Entrusting it to us was a considerable risk, and if it were destroyed, even she might lose her sanity.
Replacing the fallen Ling Xiaoye, Xiàlù asked, “Sister Lingmeng, what is the purpose of telling us all this?”
“I hope you can help us investigate Lin Yuhuang and uncover the truth.”
Ling Xiaoye stubbornly raised her head.
“Haha, you want me to confront my father? No way, he’s not that kind of person!”
She was resisting, indeed, it wasn’t simple.
As the only heir of the Lin family, Lin Yuhuang held a significant place in her heart, which couldn’t be shaken by just a few words.
“Exaggerating a bit, we’re not here to confront your father. We just want to know what happened back then.”
I tried to persuade her from another angle.
“If you believe your father is innocent, then prove it. What are you afraid of? Or do you not care about the truth and just want to protect your father’s reputation?”
“How could that be!”
Ling Xiaoye’s confusion reached its peak.
“Moreover, your mother might still be alive.”
She sat on the ground, her shoulders completely drooping.
“… You’d better not try to deceive me.”
“Ziye, I suggest you meet this Líng Shàojié,”
Perhaps the sense of justice tilted towards me, she helped Ling Xiaoye up and explained her viewpoint.
“Whether it’s the matter of the maid or your sister and your mother, these have nothing to do with Sister Lingmeng. She’s doing this not for herself. Although she gave me a different feeling today, she’s just a meddlesome good-for-nothing.”
Even Xiàlù, who hadn’t known each other for very long, viewed Xiao Kai as a meddlesome good-for-nothing.
I cleared my throat.
“Cough, cough, it’s not entirely unrelated. At least, that fortune-teller is very important to me.”
The stainless steel ring’s spell had already been checked.
Inside, it was more like a communication spell, acting as a radio tower, broadcasting magical energy waves indiscriminately. As long as this signal is received, the mysterious girl A will activate the spell in Ling Xiaoye’s body, but I cannot use it to trace back.
“But they anticipated my contact with you and made it confidential.”
I returned the ring to Ling Xiaoye, who muttered an apology when she put it back on.
“Sorry, didn’t help?”
“I’ll think of another way for her. Let’s talk about your situation.”
“Do you want me to ally with… with Sister Shaojie?”
“Yeah, I hope you can meet her tonight. Though she’s not exactly a good person, her current unique personality is all because of your father. I know you trust that man, but everyone has two sides. He only showed you his best side. You’d better prepare yourself.”
“… Thank you for your advice.”
Ling Xiaoye nodded heavily, a cold frost covering her face. Even after leaving the changing room, she couldn’t regulate her mood and wasn’t interested in listening to Miss Fànnī’s servant lecture. She found a secluded corner and sat alone, lost in thought.
Xiàlù saw this and said, “What you told her is quite heavy.”
“I know, but the truth might be even heavier.”
