Chapter 1284: So She was Feng Lingxue

It was extremely awkward.

So it turns out that Shi Xiaoxiao was Xuan Ying’s fiancée. They were close to each other and were even engaged. Yet she had slept with Xuan Ying.

When Xia Ling thought about the day she had gone to the pharmacy to get contraceptive pills, she felt even worse. The pharmacist had said that she was indecent, that she was just like a man who was sleeping around for fun since she hadn’t even used protection.

Shi Xiaoxiao lifted her hands smugly. “Look at the engagement ring Ying gave me.”

Xia Ling lifted her eyes. There was a shining diamond ring on Shi Xiaoxiao’s finger.

Then who was she? He had given her a ring as well a few nights ago as well.

He had said that he loved her and wanted to marry her.

Those words sounded sarcastic and stupid now that she thought back.

“Miss Xia, don’t worry, I don’t want to harm you. I know Ying likes you now and wants to dote on you. He’s just a man after all and all of them crave fresh meat once in a while. This is Country A’s system, where polygamy is allowed. Once Ying and I are married, I will allow you to be his concubine.”

Shi Xiaoxiao said all of this without any malice but this made Xia Ling extremely embarrassed nonetheless.

Especially her last words – to be his concubine.

Xia Ling’s beautiful face turned pale. She felt as though she had just been shoved into an abyss.

At this moment, Shi Xiaoxiao walked forward and lowered her voice. “Miss Xia, so you know of this woman called… Feng Lingxue?”

Feng Lingxue.

The name seemed to pierce through Xia Ling and she felt that sudden pain in her chest again. She quickly lifted her hand to press against the hurting area. It hurt so much.

So much that all she wanted was to rip her heart out

Feng Lingxue…

Why did her chest hurt as soon as she heard that name?

Feng Lingxue…

Who was she?

“Miss Xia, this is Feng Lingxue’s photo, please take a look.” Shi Xiaoxiao handed her a photo.

Xia Ling lowered her eyes as her pupils shrunk.

Feng Lingxue looked exactly like her. But she had the word ‘slave’ carved on the right side of her face.

Slave.

Xia Ling’s eyes reddened as she felt something hot roll down her face. When she reached up to touch her face. It was wet with tears.

She was crying.

But why?

Shi Xiaoxiao looked at Xia Ling, smiled and said slowly, “Miss Xia, Feng Lingxue was the woman Ying loved the most in his entire life. But she’s dead now, so I can understand why Ying likes you. He’s using you as a replacement for Feng Lingxue.

“Doesn’t he like calling you Lingling? He’s not referring to you, but Feng Lingxue, do you understand?”

Was that what it was?

So this was the truth?

Xia Ling’s chest was hurting so much she couldn’t think straight. So was she just a replacement for Feng Lingxue?

Looking at the photo, she could tell that Feng Lingxue didn’t like smiling. Her expression was cold, yet extremely beautiful and striking.

Feng Lingxue was completely different from her.

All of a sudden, Xia Ling felt a stinging on her right cheek and she reached out to touch it. Her hands were wet with sweat but there was no wound on her face, yet she could feel it burning. It was as though someone was carved into it.

…

Once she finished saying what she needed to, Shi Xiaoxiao left. Since Xia Ling was still feeling unwell, so she took leave and went back to her room to rest.

To her surprise, her door was open.

Yi Xiaorui had already disappeared, so there shouldn’t be anyone inside.

She pushed the door open and entered. There was a beautiful figure standing in the room. It was Bai Xue.

Hearing her enter, Bai Xue turned around. With fair skin, lively eyes and a bright smile, she was extremely beautiful.

Bai Xue had always been the goddess of A University. She had been born to a family of doctors and was extremely talented in the field of medicine. Her cold, distant aura along with her ethereal face elevated her to the status of a goddess in the university.

“Nice to meet you, my name is Bai Xue.” Bai Xue greeted her in a friendly manner.

Xia Ling’s red lips curved upwards. “Hello, I’m Xia Ling.”

Bai Xue looked at her. “Xia Ling, you’re not looking too well. Where are you feeling okay?”

Cold hands reached up as Xia Ling felt her own face. “My face hurts.”

Bai Xue nodded. “Come over, let me take a look.”

Xia Ling walked over and sat on the chair. She looked at Bai Xue as she took her coat off. Underneath that, she was in a white-knitted sweater that revealed her beautiful, swan-like neck. Her fingers were long and slim, the hands of a female doctor.

Bai Xue had an aura of professionalism around her. Even though she was only 21 years old this year, her calm aura and talent made her extremely attractive.

As Bai Xue examined Xia Ling’s face, she asked, “Have you had plastic surgery before?”

“Plastic surgery?” Xia Ling was taken aback. “Why do you ask? No, I’ve never had it.”

Bai Xue reached out to draw a circle on Xia Ling’s right cheek. “Hmm, I can confirm that you’ve had surgery in this area before. But… the doctor who did the surgery is really skillful. The surgery was perfect, even a professional wouldn’t be able to tell.”

Xia Ling’s heart sank as she stared at her, at a loss. “But… I remember ever getting surgery.”

Bai Xue was silent for a few moments before taking a pocket watch out. “Do you need me to help you?”

Xia Ling froze. “How?”

Bai Xue’s lips slowly curved upwards. “You’ve had surgery done on your face before yet you can’t remember any of it. There’s only one possibility. Not only has someone worked on your face, but they’ve also meddled with your mind.”

“I can go into your mind and help you recover your memories. Just that… most memories that people choose to forget are their most painful ones. Are you ready to face that? You might want to think about it first.”

Xia Ling felt that sudden pain in her chest again. The thought of Feng Lingxue’s photo, Xuan Ying calling ‘Lingling’ lovingly, and Shi Xiaoxiao’s elegant figure rushed into her mind.

She reached out to clutch her head.

“Xia Ling, don’t force yourself,” Bai Xue said gently.

Opening her eyes again, Xia Ling looked at Bai Xue resolutely. “I want to recover my memories.”

…

Cold sweat drenched Xia Ling after she lay in bed for an hour.

No.

No.

She shook her head in pain, the lost memories rushing back to her in huge waves, threatening to engulf her.

—-Her mother was gone.

—-She had Brother Ying.

—-At 18, she had been raped.

—-She had given birth to Mu Mu.

—-At 21, she had gone back to Brother Ying’s side, but he hated her, tormented her and humiliated her.

—-Words were carved on her face.

—-Brother Ying had given her to Xuan Mu.

—-Mu Mu had died.

Xia Ling’s soft body twisted in her bed. She was trembling from top to toe, struggling to make up from her nightmare.

“Xia Ling!”

A gentle voice called to her as she opened her eyes slowly.

She saw Bai Xue, who was looking at her in concern.

“Xia Ling, are you alright?”

Xia Ling’s beautiful eyes were dull and confused. Tears quickly started streaming down his face.

Her life was like a dream, full of sorrow.

So she was Feng Lingxue.

Beside her, Bai Xue was pale and her hands were cold. When she lowered her eyes, a hint of metallic was on her tongue. Blood.

The person who had sealed Xia Ling’s memories had great skill. They had sealed her memories away in a dream.