Chapter 1253 - A Useful Old Plot 2

Chapter 1253 A Useful Old Plot 2 When Feng Liu finally could speak again, she stared at Feng Wu and sobbed,
Feng Wu, how can you humiliate me like this? I’ll make you pay for what you did, even if I die!

How do I have anything to do with this?
Feng Wu gave her a half-smile.
Did I force you? And how did I humiliate you?


By then, the crowd was beginning to give Feng Wu attitude.

Since the girls were sisters from the same clan, the crowd decided that Feng Wu shouldn’t hold a grudge against Feng Liu, and if she hadn’t pressed too hard, Feng Liu would never have tried to take her own life.
Most of the time, people would take pity on the weak. Although Feng Liu wasn’t dead, the injury to her shoulder was quite severe, and there was blood everywhere…

My right arm is crippled… It’s all your fault… I’d rather be dead!

Feng Wu only smiled.
I wouldn’t worry about that right arm if I were you. I think the injury to your belly is much more severe. Look, it’s still bleeding. Please stop talking and let me stop the bleeding.

Hearing Feng Wu’s reminder…
Feng Liu felt as if she had been struck in the head by a bolt of lightning!
Rumble —
Her ears buzzed and she was dumbfounded.

Involuntarily, she lowered her head.
She saw that the lower half of her dress was stained with sticky red blood.
She almost went insane at that moment.
Only then did she finally remember that she was pregnant!
She had kept the baby, but now…
Feng Wu said kindly,
If I don’t stop the bleeding, you’ll die. Now, let me help you.

She acted as though she knew nothing about Feng Liu’s condition. However, many women in the crowd were mothers, and they were shocked when they saw the condition Feng Liu was in.

Is… is that…


It has to be her time of the month!


No, it’s not! There’s way too much blood for that! I think she’s going to have a miscarriage.



What?! She’s unmarried, how can she have a miscarriage? The Feng clan would protest.


Look at Feng Liu’s belly. I didn’t see it before, but can you see it now? She’s showing a little, isn’t she?


What? She’s not married yet, is she?


She doesn’t even have a fiance!


…

Instantly, public opinion turned against Feng Liu.
Her face drained of all color, and she looked like a small boat being tossed around by tidal waves.
Feng Wu smiled a little.
Feng Liu had reaped the fruit of her own actions.
As to whether or not Feng Wu’s own reputation would be affected by this, she couldn’t care less. She wasn’t the sort who was all about her reputation. Moreover, Feng Liu had her own sister, so to what extent could Feng Wu, a mere cousin, be affected?

Swaying, a pale Feng Liu stared at Feng Wu with hatred. Her eyes seemed to spit fire.

Feng Wu! How dare you ruin my reputation? Let me die!

Struggling to her feet, Feng Liu ran toward the pillar again.

She’s getting better at this.
Feng Wu smiled sarcastically.
Feng Liu wouldn’t do something like this for no reason, and Feng Wu was trying to force her to show her cards.

Liu, don’t!
A teenager rushed out of the crowd and ran toward Feng Liu.