A-List Actress: Paper Marriage but Pampering Billionaire-Chapter 896: Fear!

Wang Linjia suddenly mentioned Liang Rong, and Mu Yan was a bit taken aback.

"What’s the matter?"

Wang Linjia saw her innocent look, hesitated, and said, "Could it be your stepmother doing something behind the scenes?"

Liang Rong? Mu Yan’s expression slightly changed. Could it be her?

She carefully recalled the last time she went back to the Zhuang Family. Although Liang Rong wasn’t genuinely affectionate toward her and sometimes had a sharp tongue, she hadn’t done anything too excessive.

However, Wang Linjia wasn’t the type to suspect others casually.

She asked, "What do you mean?"

"What else could it mean? Back then, she managed to squeeze out your mom, such an outstanding woman. How could she have done it without some tricks? No matter how much she pretends to like you, it’s only on the surface."

Mu Yan nodded. Just like she couldn’t bring herself to like Liang Rong, Liang Rong also viewed her as a thorn.

If this thorn went too deep, there would come a day she would feel the urge to pull it out.

However, to jump to a conclusion like that felt a bit hasty.

Suddenly, she thought of something and asked Wang Linjia, "Sister Lin Jia, do you know how Liang Rong rose to her position?"

Wang Linjia looked at her in surprise, "You don’t know?"

"I can’t remember the things from my childhood."

"That’s right, you were still young then." Wang Linjia nodded, was silent for a moment, and said, "I don’t know the specifics, but what I do know is that Liang Rong had a good relationship with your mom. They were close friends, she often visited your house when you were little. Then suddenly, one day, someone exposed that she was the mistress your dad kept outside, and she even had a daughter older than you."

A fragment flashed in Mu Yan’s mind: a young girl calling out to a beautiful woman repeatedly.

"Auntie, does this doll look like me?"

"Auntie, is my dress pretty?"

"Auntie, I like Mom, and I like you too. It would be great if you lived with us."

...

Mu Yan suddenly shivered all over, cold sweat dripping from her forehead, her expression extremely terrified.

Wang Linjia was the first to notice her abnormality and asked, "What’s wrong, Mu Yan?"

Mu Yan closed her eyes, shook her head, "I think I remembered something, it’s a bit blurry."

She rubbed her head, feeling a bit sore and swollen.

Sister Wen said, "Don’t think about it anymore. A lot has happened today. You should rest first."

Wang Linjia agreed, "Yes, rest first. We can talk about it tomorrow."

Then, the two of them took the medicine box and left.

Mu Yan lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling in a daze, her mind filled with the life-threatening moments from today. Even now, she still felt lingering fear.

If it hadn’t been for Jordon’s appearance, she probably wouldn’t have survived.

This was her fault too; she had sensed something was off earlier but didn’t take precautions.

In fact, looking back carefully, since she could remember, this kind of thing wasn’t happening for the first time.

Just like Mu Chen’s car accident, and many other unsuccessful accidents — could they all have been man-made?

If they really were man-made, it was terrifying.

Mu Yan didn’t dare to think further. She was quite shaken today, and before long, she fell asleep.

She dreamt of a woman with her young daughter living in a dim motel.

The mother and daughter weren’t sleeping, huddling together in a somewhat messy state, staring at the door with faces full of fear.

Suddenly, with a "bang," the door was kicked open. Several brawny men rushed in, pulling at the mother and daughter, beating and kicking them.

The little girl cried out for her mom, while the woman shielded her daughter in her arms, taking all the violence herself.

The sounds of crying and cursing were relentless, piercingly shrill.

Suddenly, someone pulled out a knife, grinned menacingly, and stabbed fiercely towards the woman’s back.

"Mom!" Mu Yan suddenly cried out.

She sat up, swallowed, touched her face, which was covered in tears, and her body was drenched in cold sweat.

She glanced around, suddenly relieved, realizing it was just a dream.

Then, "ding dong," the doorbell rang.