<h4>Chapter 827: The Mistress is Here At the Doorstep!</h4>


    They interrogated her thinking that she was a liar. Mrs. Hn could not take it anymore. “I’ve already told you that he’s real! He’s real. He’s real... Why can’t you believe me?” she roared, “You’ve seen Yue Pengcheng’s photos too. They look exactly the same. There’s not a single speck of difference between them. How is it possible that two people look so alike on this earth? Not even twins look so simr. Don’t you police use your brains when you’re investigating?”


    The policeman jotting all this down did not get angry. “Why is it so strange to have a doppelganger when the world is so big?” he said, “Yue Pengcheng’s death certificate, along with the supporting documents, isplete and all in order. You can keep denying it today, but there’s no use in you arguing any further when we find out the truth.”


    Mrs. Hn was so angry that she wanted to spew blood.


    The police then left. She was left alone there, lying on the bed. There was a tightness and ache around her chest when she breathed.


    Hn Mingde was not here. Neither was Hn Fangnian. She did not know how her daughter fared now either.


    Turmoil raged in Mrs. Hn.


    Someone entered the ward. “I already told you that I don’t know anything. I don’t know anything,” Mrs. Hn said, assuming that it was the police again, “What more do you want to ask me? Do you want to force a confession out of me?”


    A timid voice rang out from the entrance after a while. “Sis Zhang, forgive my intrusion...”


    Mrs. Hn whipped her head around wildly when she heard that voice. A woman in her thirties stood at the entrance. Her features were soft, delicate, making her look younger than her actual age. She was not particrly attractive, but she had an air of calmness that was pleasing to the senses, and her voice was soothing.


    She looked like someone who did not have a lick of feistiness in her. Her voice and features gave out a very tranquil vibe.


    However, Mrs. Hn turned into a raging pitbull in a split second at the sight of this person. “Who let you in here? Get out! Get out... you b*tch, you vixen... Don’t think abouting here to show off. Get the f*ck out...”


    Of course, Mrs. Hn knew this person—this was the mistress Hn Mingde was seeing, Li Jingyi.


    This was another thorn that had long wedged in Mrs. Hn’s heart. She had always wanted to pluck it out, but could not.


    That year, she knew that Hn Mingde was having an affair and even conducted a private investigation, but... she restrained herself from doing anything. This was only to maintain the image she had in Hn Mingde’s eyes and to solidify her position. She felt that a mistress was only, after all, a mistress. She would never be elevated to a more refined position. Besides, everyone would know if she made a fuss about it. How would she keep up the image of a harmonious marital bond between her and Hn Mingde outside then?


    That was why Mrs. Hn had tolerated Li Jingyi.


    She tolerated her for so long—up until she fell into ruin.


    Li Jingyi’s smile was amicable and gentle. She brought a thermal carrier into the room as if she did not hear Mrs. Hn’s hatred and her raging voice.


    “I cooked some chicken soup for you, Sis,” Li Jingyi said, smiling. “I just made it, simmering it at low heat for the whole day. Try it, sis.”


    Li Jingyi poured a bowl of chicken soup out. The ck chicken soup was beautifully clear, the oil over the surface carefully skimmed away. The fragrant aroma especially whetted appetites.


    She took a spoon and scooped some chicken soup, cautiously blowing over it before thrusting it before Mrs. Hn’s face. “Give it a try, sis. Mingde too has always liked this chicken soup. I don’t know how to do anything else except to boil some soup. Mingde always loves drinking a bowl of my chicken soup every time hees over to my ce. I think you’ll like it too, Sis.”