Villain: Starting as a Corrupt Tycoon's Wife

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"Sorry, I don't want to discuss anything related to that. If you've come here because you watched that damn live stream, I admire your resourcefulness, but I'm sorry, I can't see you! Please leave!"

Ling Yun also stood up. He didn't go out, but went into Zhang Xiaoya's room.

Zhang Wan initially had a good impression of him; what woman wouldn't like such a handsome young man? But Ling Yun's behavior made her somewhat angry.

However, the strength of the Scale of Rebellion is evident: the opposite sex's affection for him never diminishes.

Zhang Wan immediately followed him inside and found Ling Yun standing in front of Zhang Xiaoya's photo, looking at it intently.

The girl's room was filled with a pleasant fragrance, the sheets and blankets were neatly arranged, and even the curtains were spotless, making it impossible to tell that the girl had been gone for several years.

Although there are many photos of her in the room, none of them are black and white.

Perhaps in Zhang Wan's world, Zhang Xiaoya never left.

Seeing that Ling Yun's gaze was gentle and he didn't seem like one of those busybodies, Zhang Wan swallowed back the words she was about to say.

"over there."

A girl's voice rang in his ears. Ling Yun turned around and opened the cupboard.

Zhang Wan rushed to Ling Yun's side to stop him from taking any further action.

Inside the closet, besides the girl's clean clothes, there was a small box with colorful photos pasted on it.

Seeing Zhang Wan staring blankly at her daughter's urn, Ling Yun drew the curtains and locked the door.

Hearing the door lock, she snapped out of her daze and nervously retreated to the window. Since she lived on the first floor, if Ling Yun dared to be rough with her, she would just climb out!

"Auntie, there are some things I'm afraid you won't be able to accept right now." Ling Yun moved closer to her. "Let me ask you one more question: do you believe in ghosts?"

Zhang Wan had already saved the last video of Lü Jipei's nighttime visit to the girls' school on her phone.

She watched the video countless times, and although she didn't want to admit it, the female ghost in the video was indeed her daughter!

At this moment, she observed Ling Yun again and realized that Ling Yun's appearance seemed very familiar.

When the young man put on a mask, Zhang Wan finally recognized him!

"It's you!"

She covered her mouth, extremely excited, and her body began to tremble.

As for why she didn't recognize Ling Yun's true identity, that's normal. At 40 years old, unless she's surfing the internet extensively or working for Xinghe Group, she might not recognize him.

Those glamorous celebrities, let alone asking the elders, many of their peers may not have even heard of them, let alone the chairman of a group.

"Na Xiaoya, she, she..."

Zhang Wan was so excited that she was incoherent. After she calmed down a bit, Ling Yun said to the empty space beside her, "Xiaoya, come out."

The figure of Wu Ling in the mirror appeared out of thin air in the dimly lit room. The moment Zhang Wan saw her daughter, she burst into tears.

Chapter 133 You don’t want to either

The scene of a mother and daughter reuniting is always touching.

In Ling Yun's eyes, the two beauties before him were embracing each other, and the originally tender scene kept stirring up his strong desire to collect them.

They had been separated for years, even by death. Now that their daughter had become their ghost, and they finally had a chance to reunite, it would be too cruel of them to forcibly separate them again.

Therefore, he decided to take good care of Zhang Wan.

The two women laughed and cried for a while before they calmed down.

Although the room was rather dark, it was still daytime, and Zhang Xiaoya couldn't stay outside for long. Reluctantly, she parted from her mother and hid in Lingyun's space.

The space has been beautifully arranged by Dong Xiaodie. When Zhang Xiaoya went in, the ghost in the wedding dress was watching TV.

"You've met with your mother?"

"Ah."

Zhang Xiaoya wiped away her tears of blood and sat down on the beanbag chair next to Dong Xiaodie.

"I really envy you." Dong Xiaodie brought her some snacks. "At least you can still see your mother."

"Your parents?"

Xiaodie shook her head: "I looked for them after I got out, but so many years have passed, even if they could become ghosts, they would probably have run far away by now."

Zhang Xiaoya felt a pang of sadness, then heard the ghost in the wedding dress chuckle: "It's alright, cherish the present moment. With Ling Yun by your side, even if you become ghosts, you can still be together. You're not afraid of life or death, so what is there to fear?"

"makes sense."

Wu Ling smiled too, knowing that this way she and her mother could be together forever.

Outside, only Ling Yun and Zhang Wan remained inside the house.

Before Ling Yun could speak, Zhang Wan immediately knelt down before him.

"Master Ling!"

"Aunt Zhang, what are you doing?"

Ling Yun reached out to help her, but Zhang Wan shook her head, pressed his arm, and said in a tearful voice, "Thank you for bringing my daughter here, thank you so much!"

"this is necessary."

Lingyun squatted down and, while helping her up, took another careful look at the dance teacher's appearance.

She looked to be in her early thirties, with a gentle complexion and smooth, firm skin thanks to a disciplined lifestyle and meticulous skincare. She had delicate, arched eyebrows and a straight, well-defined nose; without heavy makeup, she radiated a healthy glow.

Her long, jet-black hair was neatly and elegantly styled into a bun at the back of her head, perfectly revealing her graceful swan neck and defined collarbones.

Because she was wearing loungewear, and with Lingyun's Eye of Insight peering in, she was almost completely exposed to Lingyun.

"Then...how much longer can my daughter live?"

"It's hard to say."

Ling Yun's words made Zhang Wan's heart skip a beat. Then, as if she had guessed something, she tightened her grip on Ling Yun's wrist: "Master Ling, are you going to perform a ritual to help her pass on to the afterlife?"

Ling Yun pulled her to her feet, feigning emotion, and said, "Auntie, you've probably seen the videos too. Xiaoya may seem normal now, but she's still a vengeful ghost. If we let her stay in the human world for too long, I'm afraid..."

"Master, please, Xiaoya would never harm anyone. That night, that annoying guy provoked Xiaoya, she was just trying to scare him."

Zhang Wan spoke up for her daughter, but having witnessed her daughter's fierce demeanor, she couldn't guarantee that Lü Jipei wouldn't die if Ling Yun didn't go.

"This is a difficult problem."

Sensing the hesitation in Ling Yun's tone, Zhang Wan's eyes lit up: "Master, you're so powerful, you can definitely control Xiaoya. I've heard before that ghosts can follow behind those capable masters to cultivate and remove the yin energy from them..."

Ling Yun sighed: "Then you also know that carrying a vengeful ghost with you at all times carries great risks."

Zhang Wan bit her lip: "Master Ling, I've also saved up quite a bit of money. Originally, I planned to give this money to Xiaoya as her dowry, but now we don't need it anymore. If you don't mind, I'll give it all to you!"

"Money is just an external thing, and besides, I really don't lack money."

Seeing Zhang Wan's somewhat anxious expression, Ling Yun smiled.

It was free and seemed like there was nothing missing, which left Zhang Wan at a loss.

Looking at the handsome young man in front of her, Zhang Wan had a somewhat unrealistic idea, but she quickly suppressed it.

She was already a woman in her forties, and the other man was so good-looking that he certainly didn't lack female attention, so why would he be interested in her?

Ling Yun's gaze fell on Zhang Wan's slightly uneasy face, and suddenly he changed the subject, his tone becoming gentler.

"Auntie, I heard from Xiaoya that she was actually adopted by you?"

Zhang Wan paused slightly, seemingly surprised that he would suddenly ask about this. Her eyes softened, and she said softly, "Yes, I had just started working that year. Her biological parents had an accident, and I couldn't bear to see the child all alone, so I took her home..."

She talked for a long time, from Zhang Xiaoya's childhood to her university years, her eyes filled with nostalgia.

After Xiaoya's death, she tried her best to help, but the matter was ultimately dropped because the other party's family was too powerful.

Ling Yun gazed at her, his voice low and earnest: "Over the years, you, a woman, have raised her all by yourself. It must have been truly hard for you."

Zhang Wan sighed, but a relieved smile appeared on her lips: "Once you get used to it, you won't feel the bitterness anymore."

As soon as she finished speaking, she realized that she was still holding Ling Yun's hand. She subconsciously tried to let go, but he gently held her fingertips.

Ling Yun pulled her closer, leaned down, and almost touched her reddened earlobe, his voice low and carrying an air of undeniable authority.

"Auntie, you don't want to be separated from Xiaoya again, do you?"

"Master Ling..."

She heard Ling Yun's strong and powerful heartbeat; the young man's voice had a magical quality that drew her in without her even realizing it.

"I have a plan, but I need your cooperation."

"You say."

Ling Yun spoke nonsense with a straight face: "If a ghost stays by the side of a living person, it will make the living person's luck worse and even make them weak. Over time, it will drain the living person's yang energy."

"However, if a ghost has its own conscious mind, it will not harm its loved ones unless it does so on its own initiative."

“Xiaoya can stay by your side for a long time, but you can’t control her. If she gets provoked by something one day, she might suddenly become violent and cause irreparable consequences.”

At this moment, the two female ghosts inside the space were completely unaware of what was happening outside. They were sharing a bag of snacks, watching a comedy movie intently, and occasionally letting out soft laughter. They were completely oblivious to how terrifying Ling Yun had described them.

"What should we do?" Zhang Wan had unconsciously moved closer to Ling Yun, her eyes filled with worry.

"That's simple, just make me a relative of hers. Or rather, let me be associated with the aura of her closest relatives, so that she won't damage my foundation."

Zhang Wan pursed her lips, pondering the meaning behind Ling Yun's words.

How about making Master Ling a relative of Xiaoya?

Does he mean, a ghost marriage?

Pshaw, how can a living person be paired with a dead person for a ghost marriage? That's too unlucky! The master certainly didn't mean that!

To be tainted by the scent of one's closest loved one... Could it be...?

Zhang Wan was torn. As a single woman, she was afraid that if Ling Yun misunderstood her, she would be too ashamed to face anyone afterward.

But the thought of being able to continue being with her daughter Xiaoya made her grit her teeth and decide to go all out.

"If you don't mind, Master... I can do anything!"

Ling Yun's gaze lingered on her for a moment, his voice devoid of emotion: "Really, anything is fine?"

Zhang Wan's cheeks flushed instantly. She lowered her head shyly, her voice so soft it was almost inaudible: "Yes, but I'm not very good at this. Master, you can teach me; I'm willing to learn..."

As he watched her favorability rating suddenly rise to 80 points, a knowing smile flashed across Ling Yun's eyes.

The plan goes through!

As for the subsequent favorability rating, that's up to him to handle.

Chapter 134 Dance Teacher

Ling Yun cupped her oval face in his hand.

As a dance teacher at the school, my flexibility is definitely not a problem, so I can try some of the poses.

Looking at the handsome face so close to her, Zhang Wan's heart, which had been calm for forty years, suddenly began to beat faster.

At her age, she could be Lingyun's mother, yet she was being held in the arms of a young man who was actually younger than her daughter.

The young man's Adam's apple bobbed slightly. He had a particular fondness for matriarchal beauties, which was related to his upbringing.

When he touched Zhang Wan's soft and delicate lips, he almost instantly tightened his arms, holding her tightly in his arms, and flipped her over, pinning her to the bed.

Zhang Wan hadn't expected him to be so forceful. At first, she felt a sudden panic and awkwardly accepted his domineering kiss. After a while, her tense body gradually relaxed, and in that suffocatingly possessive act, she found a strange and thrilling connection.

She held Lingyun's head in her arms, closed her eyes, and felt the young man's intense attention on her cheeks, earlobes, and other areas, which made her long-empty body feel hot.

"Ayun..."

She called out softly, a name that Ling Yun found particularly pleasing, and his kisses became even more forceful.

As the fabric slid down, what was revealed before her was the majestic sacred object standing tall.

Zhang Wan's eyes were almost crossed. Xiao Lingyun was constantly radiating a surging aura that could intoxicate women. This represented the authority of male power, and at this moment, he was full of murderous intent, as if he wanted to capture all the beauties in the world.

Ling Yun pinched her chin. He had already tasted the flavor of her tongue, and now it was time for her to experience it.

She brought her nose close to the front, and the dizzying scent kept wafting in, making her body go limp.

"Open your mouth."