The Empress's Transmigration into a Magnate's Wife

Chapter 570

"That vile woman is restless; she thinks that since she has Huo Shao Ting backing her up, she can act shamelessly."

"This vile woman is digging her own grave. This time, even the heavens will be on our side!"

Shi Ning said confidently. Seeing Xin Ziqing's puzzled expression, she explained, "Although my reputation is ruined, I still know a few shady friends."

"Mei Li is the mayor's daughter, and Mi Na is a very petty person. These two are no good."

"That vile woman is digging her own grave."

Shi Ning said coldly, glaring at Xin Ziqing on the bed, "You're not very capable, are you? I thought you had some tricks up your sleeve!"

Xin Ziqing was stung by the insult, her expression darkening.

If the rules of this era weren't so bothersome, would she have to be so restrained?

Here, she couldn't just silence someone at will, and Lan Qian couldn't get things done. No matter how vicious her schemes were, what could she do?

"But don't worry, this will be her last and most brilliant moment in life."

There was a sinister look in Shi Ning's eyes. If she could kill Rong Dai with her own hands, it would be so satisfying!

Xin Ziqing ignored her, watching Shi Ning's retreating back with contempt in her eyes.

She had to come up with a new plan; she couldn't deal with this vile woman the same way as in her previous life.

Rong Dai seemed as useless as ever, but she had become a little sharper.

"Lan Qian."

After the conversation with Shi Ning, Xin Ziqing felt parched, but the pain in her body was unbearable, so she called for Lan Qian.

It took Lan Qian half a minute to come in, still holding her phone, clearly having just finished a call.

"Whose call was it?"

Xin Ziqing asked, noticing the phone in her hand.

She had to keep track of that old man's movements; her ability to return to the upper realm depended on him.

Lan Qian poured her some water, then closed the door and sat on the sofa by the bed, looking at her with a complex expression.

Seeing this, Xin Ziqing no longer felt thirsty.

"What's going on?"

Lan Qian: "It was the professor's call. There's a problem in the lab, and he may need to rest for a while before continuing his research."

"The professor told us to keep a close eye on Rong Dai. The Huo Group has always been ahead in technology, so they may already know Rong Dai's identity and be working on the same research."

"Additionally, the professor has sent two people, who have already arrived in China. One of them is someone you've been very eager to meet."

"What problem occurred in the lab? What happened to the professor?"

Xin Ziqing didn't hear anything else, focusing solely on this issue.

"I'm not sure about the details either, but don't worry."

"The professor has dedicated his life to this research. As long as you have the medication to sustain you, you won't die."

Lan Qian explained, though she too wanted to know what had happened in the lab but dared not ask the professor.

The anxiety and worry in Xin Ziqing's eyes faded; she knew worrying was useless.

If that old man was still alive, it didn't matter if one lab was destroyed.

"You should rest. The Fashion Wings issue is about to be released, and the winning designers will need to film a short video and do a photoshoot for promotions. You need to be in good shape."

Lan Qian knew what she was thinking and pulled her blanket, reminding her before leaving.

Xin Ziqing nodded. Her body ached as if she was being sliced by knives; how could she possibly sleep?

Why was she in so much pain in this body, while that brat Rong Dai seemed perfectly fine?