"Fengcai. Like I said, we're maids. And Miss Ling was always nice to us. Why don't we just serve her loyally, instead of trying to turn to Miss Feixue?" proposed Zhumo.

"You want me to serve such a loser? Pah! She's no match for Miss Feixue! Go serve her if you want! But I'm going back for some sleep." replied Fengcai.

In her bedroom, Dong Ling sat in bed, took up the lilies from the vase. She pulled the petals one by one and chewed them. She didn't stop until she ate up five lilies.

Then, she took a deep breath, crossed her legs and started to recuperate her breath.

Since she had the time-travel into the body of "Dong Ling", she had felt some energy wandering inside her body. Maybe the soul of "Dong Ling" was blessing her so that she recovered quickly.

She tried to run the energy all over her body. Unexpectedly, the coldness in her body soon died away. Even the poison in her body was gradually dispelled.

Still, she was too weak. She managed to survive in the woodshed, merely by a stroke of fortune. Next, she must practice herself and kept fit. At least, she should regain as much strength as she had in her previous life in which she served as a fitness coach.

"Miss Ling, here is the hot water for you." said Zhumo. Just as she walked in, she saw Dong Ling coughing out some blood and reeling. She asked surprisingly, "Miss Ling, what's… what's wrong with you?"

"I'm okay." replied Dong Ling with a wave of her hand.  

After coughing out the blood, she felt much lighter. Even the bruise on her body was bleached. It wouldn't be long before she totally recovered.

"Get the hot water ready. I'm going to have a bath." ordered she.

Bathing herself in the hot water, she closed her eyes. Gosh. She could finally relax herself.

But right at this moment, there came an unexpected visitor.

"Miss Feixue, you mustn't get in. Miss Ling is having a bath!" said Zhumo quickly. She was so agitated that she was like an ant on a hot pan.

Stopped by her, Dong Feixue got annoyed. Bang! She slapped Zhumo!

"In this family, I'm free to go everywhere! f.u.c.k off! You b.i.t.c.h!" yelled Dong Feixue.

To her, Zhumo was nothing, but the small fry. Dong Ling managed to get away from the anteroom. But Dong Feixue wouldn't let her go so easily.

Anyway, Dong Ling was going to the suburban house at daybreak. She would settle with her so that she would learn a lesson!

"Miss Feixue!" yelled Zhumo again.

"You b.i.t.c.h! Get out of the way!" roared Dong Feixue. One of her maids walked up, carried Zhumo away and pushed the door open!

Bang!

Hardly had the door been opened when a cup flew out, exactly falling on the maid's forehead. Immediately, she was bleeding.

"Ah!" yelled the maid in pain. She touched her forehead, feeling the blood all over her face. She gave a vicious look and shouted, "You're dead to me!"

Then she rushed into the room. Maids like her never took Dong Ling seriously. Nor did they respect her.

However, she was kicked out the moment she stepped into the room.

Dong Ling had put on a clean dress. With a cup of hot tea in her hand, she walked out of her bedroom gracefully.

"Oh, it's your, my sister. What brings you here?" asked she.

"Dong Ling! How dare you! Get yourself out of your room immediately! How dared you contradict my mother! I'll teach you a lesson!"

Dong Feixue clamored in the yard, but wasn't brave enough to go forward. That her maid was kicked out kind of scared her. She hesitated with fear.  

"Why does the b.i.t.c.h look different from what she used to be?" wondered Dong Feixue in her heart.  

"Didn't your mother teach you to knock before you want to get in a room?" asked Dong Ling.

In the middle of winter, cold wind whooshed in. Wearing a thin dress, Dong Ling stood in the doorway while the water remained at her hair ends. As the wind blew, she felt quite chilly.