Villain: Starting as a Corrupt Tycoon's Wife

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Chapter 121 Red Dancing Shoes

Zhang Xiaoya stood still, blood dripping continuously from the mirror, mingling with the sound of the suona horn, creating a bizarre and eerie yet poignant scene.

Name: Zhang Xiaoya

Age: 19 (before death)

[Value]: 165, B+

[Affection]: 65 (Friendly)

[Realm]: Vengeful Ghost (Profound Realm)

[Special]: Red dance shoes (purple)

[Identity]: Female lead in "I'm Really Not a Ghost Hunter"

Red dancing shoes: Wearing red dancing shoes enhances speed and explosiveness.

Seeing Zhang Xiaoya's data panel, Ling Yun guessed that ghosts seemed to have their own "special weapons," or rather, the embodiment of their obsessions. When carrying such items, they could effectively amplify their strength.

Ling Yun hadn't looked closely before, but now he noticed that Zhang Xiaoya wasn't wearing shoes; they were covered in thick bloodstains.

Dong Xiaodie stood between Ling Yun and the girl to prevent the girl from suddenly going berserk.

"Take me...out?"

Zhang Xiaoya murmured softly, seemingly pondering the truth of Ling Yun's words.

Ling Yun gently pressed the Bluetooth earpiece to reject Ling Shuang's call.

He looked toward the locker room, where, besides the eerie atmosphere, it seemed to be hiding some secret.

The young man slowly walked towards the locker room. The door was clearly sealed off completely by human intervention—not only was it locked, but the door was also nailed shut with thick wooden planks, and metal strips were used to reinforce the seams, clearly indicating that it refused all intrusion.

But he had no skill; he just threw a punch.

A deafening explosion ripped through the air, sending splinters flying. The wooden planks sealing the door snapped, the metal strips twisted and warped, and the entire door was ripped to shreds by the sheer force of the blow. The once heavily reinforced entrance was now nothing but a broken hole.

As the door shattered, the mirrors and the eerie red light in the dance studio also vanished.

Hearing the dull thud in her ear, Zhang Xiaoya's body trembled slightly.

She underestimated Ling Yun's strength. If she overestimated herself and got into a fight with him, she would probably be killed by the young man with one punch!

The ghostly energy in the changing room surged toward Ling Yun, but he kept it all at bay, causing no disturbance.

There are several rows of cabinets here, but most of them are empty.

On the wall in the center, besides a Tai Chi Bagua mirror, there were also several talismans pasted on it.

This was clearly the work of a Taoist priest, who used an object to seal Zhang Xiaoya's obsession, thus confining her to this dance studio.

The Taoist priest knew Zhang Xiaoya's identity and perhaps also knew the true cause of her death, but instead of performing a ritual to help the poor soul find peace, he allowed it to continue accumulating resentment.

This is part of Sun He's storyline, but it's no longer that important to Ling Yun.

He took down the Bagua mirror and put it into his space, and then peeled off all the talismans.

Click~

The cabinet door opposite him suddenly opened, revealing a pair of red ballet shoes.

If it were Lü Jipei, even if Zhang Xiaoya pointed out the location to him, it would be uncertain whether he could withstand the invasion of ghostly energy, let alone muster the courage to pick up the dancing shoes.

Ling Yun took out the shoes, and when he turned around, he found that Zhang Xiaoya had already flown towards him, but was being held back tightly by Dong Xiaodie behind her.

The color drained from her body, revealing a faded tracksuit.

"Give it to me! Give me the shoes!"

The girl's voice rose several octaves higher, and Lingyun thought to himself that it was a pity she didn't sing with such a good voice; why did she have to learn to dance!

As the blazing sun energy gathered in her hand, the girl felt a burning pain, like the scorching sun, and shrank back a little, not daring to go forward.

Seeing this, Dong Xiaodie also let go of her hand. If they really fought, the two of them together would be no match for her husband.

Ling Yun took out a chair and placed it in front of Zhang Xiaoya, who was looking at him with surprise and uncertainty: "Sit down."

The girl glanced at Lü Jipei, who had fainted to the side, then at the female ghost in the wedding dress on her left, and finally sat down in Lingyun's chair.

The young man squatted down in front of her and picked up one of her pale, slender ankles.

The moment he touched the girl's small feet, the bloodstains on them slowly disappeared.

This was the first time in her life that someone had held her foot. The fierceness in her eyes gradually subsided, and her shrill voice turned into a soft whisper: "Thank you."

Lingyun put both of her shoes on, and the size was just right, as if they were tailor-made.

"Now, you can leave here."

The dance studio was no longer restricted, and Zhang Xiaoya, wearing shoes, could come and go freely.

"Why?" She tilted her head and stared intently at the handsome young man in front of her.

“There’s no reason why, I just want to.” Ling Yun said calmly. “Besides, although you scared a few unlucky guys who broke into the dance studio, you didn’t actually kill anyone.”

Remembering that Lü Jipei had been frightened unconscious by her, Dong Xiaodie, wearing a red veil, coughed and continued to float gracefully.

Ling Yun stood up and extended his hand to her as if inviting a dance partner.

The girl was somewhat surprised, but she still gently placed her hand in Ling Yun's large hand.

The young man pulled her close with a forceful pull, and the girl nestled against him. However, because it was her first time being in close contact with a man, she was a little unaccustomed to it.

He looked down at the girl's beautiful yet deathly pale face, his steady voice carrying a magical power to soothe even ghosts.

"How did you die?"

If anyone else had asked her this question, they would have ended up like Lü Jipei, even if she didn't tear them to pieces.

Aside from her ever-increasing favorability towards Ling Yun, Zhang Xiaoya could only utter somewhat somber words.

"I was pushed down by the other girls."

Ling Yun put his arm around her slender waist and led her to the window: "Is this the place?"

“Yes.” Her eyes were filled with deep hatred. “That night, I was practicing dancing here… For some reason, those girls who usually like to bully others passed by the dance studio, saw the lights on inside, and pushed the door open.”

"After they found out it was me, they verbally bullied me while surrounding me and mocking me as a fatherless bastard..."

“I’m used to these things, and I don’t argue with them.”

"When the leader saw that I dared to ignore her, he instantly became furious, not only turning off the music but also trying to assault me."

“During the struggle, my shoe fell off—the red ballet shoes you just put on me.”

"I desperately tried to protect my face to prevent disfigurement."

"It doesn't matter if I get a little injured, but if my face is bruised, it will affect the campus gala the next day. This is an opportunity that I worked very hard to get."

"After that...after that..."

Her voice carried a hint of anguish: "They cornered me by the window, and I pleaded desperately, but the girls remained unmoved."

"I brought up the teachers and principal, hoping they would back down."

"But this angered them, and in the ensuing scuffle, I lost my footing and fell..."

The height of the second floor doesn't necessarily mean someone will die from a fall, but unfortunately, the girl landed headfirst and broke her neck.

As she recalled the scene of her death, the ghostly aura around Zhang Xiaoya intensified, and her neck began to tilt and tear slightly.

Dong Xiaodie floated over, her voice ethereal: "My husband will help you get revenge and make those people pay the price they deserve."

"Just like those people who drove me to my death."

Chapter 122 Learning to Share [Bonus Chapter for Recommended Votes]

After Dong Xiaodie followed Ling Yun, the young man also sent Xu Xuan to the town, where he found the eyewitnesses from that year and confirmed the evil deeds of her aunt, Granny Sun, and others.

Xu Xuan only used a few connections to arrest these people.

Faced with police questioning and the "miracle" of Dong Xiaodie, the terrified group spilled the beans, telling the whole story.

They told their stories so vividly that An Xin, a policewoman present, felt an urge to rush in and beat them up.

Although sentencing is not imminent, the evidence is conclusive, and they have all been detained.

The wicked will be punished by the wicked. What awaits them is the female prison bully that Xu Xuan found through his connections, who will let them experience what it feels like to be bullied.

Of course, the same goes for the girls who caused Zhang Xiaoya's death.

As the girl listened to Dong Xiaodie's description, her beautiful eyes were fixed on Ling Yun, as if she was curious about why he had such great abilities.

"Do you know about Xinghe Group?" the young man asked casually.

The girl shook her head blankly, almost causing Ling Yun to lose his composure.

Do you know about Dingsheng Group?

"N-I don't know..."

Ling Yun was dumbfounded. Could this girl's college life consist of nothing but studying and dancing?

"Do you know any of the large companies in China?"

“I know about petals and penguins.”

As expected of a female college student, all she does is use cosmetics and social media.

Ling Yun picked her up in a princess carry: "The two companies you mentioned are about the same size as my own company."

"so smart!?"

Zhang Xiaoya didn't care that he was holding her in his arms; her eyes were filled with admiration.

Ling Yun looked at the moon overhead. Although the moon was a little waning tonight, it still looked beautiful overall.

The Galaxy Group is now highly sought after by outsiders. Not to mention the Galaxy Processor (XH001) that has shaken the entire Dragon Kingdom, either the Tianchuan System or the Xiaobai Assistant alone can leave a significant mark on the history of technological development in the Dragon Kingdom.

Other tech companies also tried to crack it, only to find that these two technologies used entirely new programming languages, making them impossible to understand, like reading gibberish.

Despite the aggressive poaching efforts of major companies, nothing could shake the core of Xinghe Group.

After all, the group's internal researchers, apart from performing routine maintenance as instructed by Lingyun, were completely clueless about these two new technologies.

"Let's go, I'll take you home."

Zhang Xiaoya did not refuse. She did not know where Ling Yun would take her, but as long as she could leave this place, she would be willing to live in the small box.

Lingyun stood with one foot on the window. The school building was a bit old, and the windows were built very low. If they had been any higher, this tragedy would not have happened.

"Husband, that person..."

Dong Xiaodie pointed to Lü Jipei, who was unconscious in the corner.

Ling Yun didn't even glance at him: "Since you dare to come here looking for death, you should be mentally prepared. With a guts like that, you still want to be a paranormal anchor!"

He jumped out of the window, and Zhang Xiaoya, suddenly losing her balance, clung tightly to Ling Yun's neck. The feeling of falling from the building years ago swept over her again!

Even after Lingyun landed safely, Zhang Xiaoya's body was still stiff.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here."

"Thanks……"

She floated up from Ling Yun's arms, raised her head, looked up at the teaching building in the dark night, and officially bid farewell to the dance studio that had sealed her away for several years.

"Someone might come over later, you two go into the space first."

"Yes, my love~"

Dong Xiaodie grabbed the girl's hand and led her into Ling Yun's body.

The young man climbed over the wall, drove away from the teachers' college.

Zhang Xiaoya hadn't been out for a drive in a long time, so Ling Yun didn't go back immediately. Instead, he drove around the city center of the capital a few more times.

Looking at the girl leaning against the window enjoying the evening breeze, Dong Xiaodie felt a touch of joy in her heart.

When they returned to the villa, they found several cars parked in the yard—all belonging to the members of the harem.

Upon hearing the sound of the supercar, the women immediately ran out of the room.

Ling Shuang's eyes reddened, and she wanted to say something, but it turned into a sob: "Why didn't you answer my calls?"