“Give me a mirror.” Tang Wanxing lay on the bed, looking at her mother from the corner of her eye. “I’ve been lying here for a few days, I want to see if my complexion is good.”
Madam Tang, doting on Tang Wanxing, didn’t ask further. She beckoned to a servant beside her. “Go get Star a mirror.”
The servant nodded. “Yes, Madam.” She turned and left the bedroom.
Madam Tang sat in a chair, looking at her daughter with a face full of concern. “My Star has been wronged. But don't worry, your father won't let Qing Muyue go. I just saw the news, Qing Muyue is already bankrupt and has been arrested by the police. Your father intends for him to stay in prison for the rest of his life.”
The Tang family had only one daughter, their treasured pearl, cherished as if she would shatter in their hands or melt in their mouths. They wouldn’t let a single hair on her head be harmed, yet Qing Muyue had bullied her to this extent!
“He… he went bankrupt and is in prison?”
The man she had loved for many years had suddenly become an enemy, and she was on top. The thought of the cold, arrogant, and once omnipotent man now in such a predicament couldn't help but evoke sighs.
And in the deeper part of her heart, there was also heartache and pity for him.
Tang Wanxing couldn't imagine what it would be like for someone accustomed to being served like a star to be imprisoned.
“Miss, the mirror is here.”
At this moment, the servant entered with the mirror.
Madam Tang, doting on her daughter, took the mirror and personally held it up for her, smiling. “Our Star is naturally beautiful, and after a few days of care, her complexion is even better…”
*Bang—!*
Before Madam Tang could finish her sentence, Tang Wanxing, as if driven mad, flung the mirror away. Madam Tang lost her grip, and the mirror flew to the ground, shattering with a loud bang and scattering shards of glass.
“Take it away, take it away!”
Tang Wanxing sat up abruptly from the bed, screaming hysterically, “My hair, ah!!!”
Disregarding her newly grafted fingers, she grabbed her unevenly cut hair with both hands, crying out and shouting like a madwoman.
What Tang Wanxing was most proud of, besides her classical beauty, was her thick, dark, straight hair that flowed like a waterfall.
Millions were spent annually on its upkeep.
Now, it was all gone, utterly gone!
She had lost not only her prized hair but also Qing Muyue!
Suddenly, Tang Wanxing’s voice cut off. She threw off the covers and started to get out of bed.
Startled, Madam Tang finally reacted and grabbed her hand, filled with terror. “Star, Star, what are you doing? Don't… don't scare your mother…”
Madam Tang’s face turned pale from her daughter’s series of actions, her speech becoming incoherent.
“Get out of the way!”
Tang Wanxing, as if possessed, shoved Madam Tang aside. Barefoot, she walked to the walk-in closet, rummaged through rows of clothes, and randomly grabbed a few to put on.
The pushed Madam Tang stumbled a few steps, almost falling. Fortunately, a quick-thinking servant caught her, preventing a fall.
After regaining her balance, Madam Tang rushed towards Tang Wanxing. “Star, what exactly are you trying to do?”
She clung to Tang Wanxing’s sleeve. “Your hand, your hand, look at your hand, it's bleeding! Don't scare your mother, woo woo…” Madam Tang was greatly frightened. As she spoke, she turned to the servants in the living room. “Quick, quickly call Old Tang here, quickly!”
The servants were also stunned by Tang Wanxing's sudden behavior. After a moment of daze, they snapped back to reality and immediately turned to run out of the bedroom.
“Don’t stop me, I want to go see Qing Muyue, go see that bastard in his miserable state!”