She's an Evil Spirit That Can Kill

On the third floor of the Lu family villa.

Song Qinglian dragged the distracted Song Miaomiao back to the room with a gloomy expression.

"Mom! Believe me! Lu Yao is really a ghost! She said she was going to take my life!" Song Miaomiao was incoherent, snot and tears all over her face. "Mom, save me. I don't want to die…"

"Why are you so shocked! What do you look like!" Song Qinglian frowned at her and said fiercely, "This b*tch is deliberately scaring you. I really underestimated her. Previously, she had been acting like a yes-man and didn't fight for anything. It seems that she was just confusing us!"

Lu Yao must be deliberately scaring her daughter. Song Qinglian had lived most of her life, so she wouldn't believe in ghosts or gods.

Song Miaomiao hurriedly shook her head, her lips still pale. "Mom, she's really a ghost! Just now, her eyes suddenly became dark! There was no white at all! Mom, believe me, she's really a ghost!"

Song Miaomiao was really frightened by Lu Yao. Every word she said was trembling and incoherent.

Looking at her useless appearance, Song Qinglian was furious. She interrupted her daughter impatiently, "The corridor is so dark, so it's normal for her eyes to be a little black! She could actually scare you to this extent with this unpresentable little trick! What are you afraid of! How can there be ghosts in this world! Even if there are ghosts, I will definitely destroy her soul! She will never be able to reincarnate!"

Hearing Song Qinglian's resolute tone, Song Miaomiao gradually calmed down, and her heart did not beat as fast.

She wiped her face haphazardly and said weakly, "Mom, how are we going to deal with her?"

Song Qinglian pondered for a moment, her eyes revealing a vicious look. She gritted her teeth and said, "Don't you have the recording of the Crown Hotel in your hand? Give it to the reporters."

"Okay, okay, okay." Song Miaomiao nodded repeatedly.

"Once this video is released, everyone in the capital will know that the Lu family's illegitimate daughter is a promiscuous slut. I want to see how she can quibble then!" Song Qinglian clenched her fists and said coldly, "Tell the reporters to spread this news as widely as possible. The Internet is fast-spreading nowadays. I want everyone in the capital to come and laugh at her!"

Song Miaomiao looked a little unnatural. "Lu Yao didn't sleep with Han Xiao. There was an accident that night."

Han Xiao was a hooligan that Song Miaomiao had specially arranged to destroy Lu Yao. His family had a small business in the capital, and he spent his days doing nothing. He was usually only interested in women.

However, she did not expect that Lu Yao would be so lucky! She did not sleep with the person she had arranged for her to sleep with. Instead, she accidentally had a one-night stand with the famous young master of the Zhan family, Zhan Jinghong, who was not close to women.

Fortunately, she went early in the morning and secretly changed Lu Yao to another room. She lay beside Zhan Jinghong and replaced her. Otherwise, it would be too easy for Lu Yao, this b*tch!

Thinking of this, Song Miaomiao was a little excited. The Zhan family had just contacted her and wanted to meet her tomorrow.

"You really can't do anything right! You can't even do such a small thing well! Forget it, forget it. Let's find someone with better photoshopping skills to finish uploading the video." Song Qinglian was originally confident about this plan, but she did not expect accidents to happen repeatedly today. She felt that something was wrong and was afraid that something unexpected would happen.

Usually, she would indulge Song Miaomiao. No matter what wrong she did, she had never raised her voice at her. But today, she couldn't help but lose her temper at her.

Song Miaomiao was too immersed in the joy of ruining Lu Yao's reputation to pay attention to her mother's stern tone.

"Alright! I'll definitely find someone with the best skills! I'll definitely make Lu Yao fall to the bottom and never be able to climb back up!"

...

Late at night, Lu Yao slept soundly with the blanket between her legs.

Suddenly, she heard an ear-piercing ringtone and her phone began to vibrate. Lu Yao was suddenly woken up.

She sat up, a wary look in her eyes as she quickly surveyed the room. Once she was sure she was at home, the wariness in her eyes lessened slightly.

The phone on the bedside table was still vibrating like crazy. The loud music was deafening. Lu Yao was very familiar with the ringtone. It was her favorite electric song from her previous life.

Now, it sounded a little uncomfortable, and her heartbeat was a little unnatural.