Chapter 827: The Mistress is Here At the Doorstep!

They interrogated her thinking that she was a liar. Mrs. Helan could not take it anymore. Ive already told you that hes real! Hes real. Hes real Why cant you believe me? she roared, Youve seen Yue Pengchengs photos too. They look exactly the same. Theres not a single speck of difference between them. How is it possible that two people look so alike on this earth? Not even twins look so similar. Dont you police use your brains when youre investigating?

The policeman jotting all this down did not get angry. Why is it so strange to have a doppelganger when the world is so big? he said, Yue Pengchengs death certificate, along with the supporting doc.u.ments, is complete and all in order. You can keep denying it today, but theres no use in you arguing any further when we find out the truth.

Mrs. Helan was so angry that she wanted to spew blood.

The police then left. She was left alone there, lying on the bed. There was a tightness and ache around her chest when she breathed.

Helan Mingde was not here. Neither was Helan Fangnian. She did not know how her daughter fared now either.

Turmoil raged in Mrs. Helan.

Someone entered the ward. I already told you that I dont know anything. I dont know anything, Mrs. Helan said, a.s.suming that it was the police again, What more do you want to ask me? Do you want to force a confession out of me?

A timid voice rang out from the entrance after a while. Sis Zhang, forgive my intrusion

Mrs. Helan whipped her head around wildly when she heard that voice. A woman in her thirties stood at the entrance. Her features were soft, delicate, making her look younger than her actual age. She was not particularly attractive, but she had an air of calmness that was pleasing to the senses, and her voice was soothing.

She looked like someone who did not have a lick of feistiness in her. Her voice and features gave out a very tranquil vibe.

However, Mrs. Helan turned into a raging pitbull in a split second at the sight of this person. Who let you in here? Get out! Get out you b*tch, you vixen Dont think about coming here to show off. Get the f*ck out

Of course, Mrs. Helan knew this personthis was the mistress Helan Mingde was seeing, Li Jingyi.

This was another thorn that had long wedged in Mrs. Helans heart. She had always wanted to pluck it out, but could not.

That year, she knew that Helan Mingde was having an affair and even conducted a private investigation, but she restrained herself from doing anything. This was only to maintain the image she had in Helan Mingdes eyes and to solidify her position. She felt that a mistress was only, after all, a mistress. She would never be elevated to a more refined position. Besides, everyone would know if she made a fuss about it. How would she keep up the image of a harmonious marital bond between her and Helan Mingde outside then?

That was why Mrs. Helan had tolerated Li Jingyi.

She tolerated her for so longup until she fell into ruin.

Li Jingyis smile was amicable and gentle. She brought a thermal carrier into the room as if she did not hear Mrs. Helans hatred and her raging voice.

I cooked some chicken soup for you, Sis, Li Jingyi said, smiling. I just made it, simmering it at low heat for the whole day. Try it, sis.

Li Jingyi poured a bowl of chicken soup out. The black chicken soup was beautifully clear, the oil over the surface carefully skimmed away. The fragrant aroma especially whetted appet.i.tes.

She took a spoon and scooped some chicken soup, cautiously blowing over it before thrusting it before Mrs. Helans face. Give it a try, sis. Mingde too has always liked this chicken soup. I dont know how to do anything else except to boil some soup. Mingde always loves drinking a bowl of my chicken soup every time he comes over to my place. I think youll like it too, Sis.