Chapter 22: Lin Qingyou Transforms into Nanny Rong, Stabbing Leng Yifeng for Revenge

Leng Yifeng was not only harder to press down than a pig but also screamed even louder than one.

Lin Qingyou recalled all the deception, moral coercion, and emotional manipulation she had suffered, along with every injury Yin Hanyu had endured…

In an instant, she grabbed all the silver needles.

A rough estimate—at least twenty of them—and she stabbed them all into Leng Yifeng’s legs.

Didn’t he like screaming in pain? Didn’t he love pretending to be in agony?

Then she would become Nanny Rong with her needles and make him suffer all at once.

Let him act…

Enjoying the pain, huh? Then she would grant his wish.

She would make him hurt completely, make him hurt thoroughly…

“AHHHHHH! AHHHHHH! AHHHHHHH!”

Leng Yifeng’s heart-wrenching screams instantly echoed throughout the Leng family villa.

Even Yin Yichen, who had been waiting outside, cursing under his breath, was drawn in by the horrifying screams and rushed inside to see what was going on.

When he saw the scene, his mouth gaped so wide it could fit a whole goose egg.

The Leng family’s servants also ran into the living room upon hearing Leng Yifeng’s agonized cries.

“Young Master, what happened?!” The servants hurried to approach him.

Lin Qingyou sternly commanded, “Do not come any closer!”

“But…”

“But what? Don’t you see that I’m treating Yifeng? If you interrupt my needle technique, can you bear the responsibility if something happens to his legs?”

“Besides, over the years, don’t you all know how well I’ve treated Yifeng? If others don’t know, you at least should.”

Hearing her words, the servants hesitated and backed away.

Because over the years, they had all witnessed how much Lin Qingyou had cared for Leng Yifeng.

No exaggeration—she treated the young master better than the old madam did.

To put it bluntly, Lin Qingyou was the one who truly treated Leng Yifeng as if he were her own son.

She had always taken care of him meticulously.

Meanwhile, the old madam had been overly strict with him.

Lin Qingyou was kind, generous, and loved cooking for others, earning her a great reputation among the household staff.

So now, when she said she was treating Leng Yifeng, no one doubted her.

Leng Yifeng, helpless and weak, looked at the retreating servants.

Live by the sword, die by the sword—was this his karma?

Just as he was about to cry for help, Lin Qingyou stabbed him with a few more needles.

Instantly, his screams turned into nothing but agonized wails—he couldn’t even form a complete sentence.

Just when he finally found the right moment to shout loudly, Yin Hanyu smacked his mouth shut with a firm slap.

Satisfying…

Too satisfying…

Yin Yichen almost wanted to applaud.

Leng Yifeng, oh Leng Yifeng—so you finally got what you deserved!

It was well-deserved.

How many times had Leng Yifeng used his injured leg to frame his brother? How much pain and injustice had he caused him?

Now… karma had arrived.

It was all karma.

This is amazing…

Yin Yichen nearly burst into laughter.

Lin Qingyou, this little demoness, was becoming more and more pleasing to his eyes.

No wonder his brother was utterly obsessed with her.

In the end, Leng Yifeng screamed himself unconscious from the pain.

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When Leng Yifeng woke up again, he was in the hospital.

“Lin… Qingyou… How could you? How could you do this to me?” Leng Yifeng glared at her, as if he wanted to strangle her on the spot.

“What did I do?” Lin Qingyou reached out and knocked on his leg.

He instantly howled in pain. “Lin Qingyou, don’t go too far!”

“Lin Qingyou, don’t forget, my leg was injured because I saved you… If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have… wouldn’t have…”

“Shut up!” Lin Qingyou snapped and slapped him across the face.

“Leng Yifeng, I didn’t expect you to be even more despicable and hateful than I thought… Even now, you’re still lying to me? Still trying to manipulate me?”

“Leng Yifeng, your leg fully recovered long ago. Why did you keep lying to me? And for so many years?”

“Watching me suffer, watching me blame myself, watching me drown in guilt—did that make you happy?”

“Pretending for so many years—weren’t you tired? Weren’t you exhausted?”

“What nonsense are you talking about? Who’s pretending? I don’t understand what you mean!” Leng Yifeng still tried to deny it. “Lin Qingyou, if you want to be an ungrateful traitor and be with Yin Hanyu, you don’t have to slander me like this!”

“Oh, still pretending? Still claiming I’m slandering you? You just won’t stop until the truth smacks you in the face…”

Lin Qingyou snapped her fingers.

The door slowly opened, and a world-renowned orthopedic specialist, Dr. Zhang Tu, walked in.

As soon as Leng Yifeng saw him, his expression changed dramatically.

He frantically grabbed a teacup from the bedside table and hurled it at Dr. Zhang.

“Who let you come here?! Get out!”

“I’m sorry, Young Master Leng, I didn’t mean to betray you…” The price they offered was just too high!

“Miss Lin, although Young Master Leng’s leg was seriously injured at the time, he was fortunate that no major nerves or motor functions were damaged. He fully recovered in less than two months.”

“Shut up… Shut up…”

“Shut up! Shut up! I told you to shut up! Get out… Get out… Get out!”

Leng Yifeng, enraged, threw whatever he could reach.

SLAP!

Lin Qingyou slapped him again.

“Leng Yifeng, what are you throwing a tantrum for? What right do you have to be mad? If anyone should be furious, it’s me!”

Lin Qingyou demanded bitterly, “Leng Yifeng, why won’t you tell the truth, even now?”

Back then, she had been kidnapped right after finishing her college entrance exams.

According to Leng Yifeng’s fabricated story, in her understanding, in his lies—

He had been disabled for over four years because he saved her.

Her entire college experience had been nothing but pain.

Four years…

For over four years, during the happiest, most carefree time of a girl’s life, she had never known true joy.

Not a single day had truly belonged to her.

As long as Leng Yifeng’s leg remained “injured,” she would continue to blame herself and suffer.

At her worst, she had nightmares every night and woke up crying in guilt…

While other girls were traveling, having fun, and enjoying young love in college—

Going to parties, watching movies, making friends, falling in love—

What about her?

She was always at Leng Yifeng’s beck and call, responding to his fake cries of pain, tirelessly searching the world for doctors to heal him.

Even in her limited free time, she buried herself in books…

And all of it—for him.

What food or soup could help an injured leg recover faster?

What kind of herbal foot soak would promote healing?

What massage techniques would improve circulation and speed up recovery?

Countless details.

Her entire college life had been nothing but exhaustion and sacrifice.

And yet, she had no idea—

Leng Yifeng’s leg had never been that badly injured.

He had recovered within two months.

But he lied to her for over four years.

Even after he finally started walking again, he still pretended to be in pain.

Lin Qingyou whispered, “Leng Yifeng, for all these years, you kept crying out in pain, pretending to suffer…”

“If I went out for a meal, you’d scream in pain and call me back. If I watched a movie, you’d scream and call me back. Even at work, you’d do the same.”

And when Yin Hanyu appeared in her life, Leng Yifeng only became worse…

“You used me—again and again—to hurt Yin Hanyu.”