“My god… oh heavens… this… this is just too… I don’t even know how to say it anymore.”
Suddenly, an astonished voice filled the room, laced with mockery.
“Times really are going downhill. Who would’ve thought something so shameless would happen in our residential compound?”
“Exactly! She usually acts all noble and saintly, but behind closed doors she’s this messy. Not only is she shameless herself, she even dragged her daughter into it.”
“What do you mean dragged? It’s obviously consensual—and so wild too. Oh my, it’s disgusting. I’m going home to wash my eyes, or I’ll get styes.”
“And isn’t it true? Like mother, like daughter. Birds of a feather. Haha…”
Originally, Lin Fantong had been eager to rush in and catch them in the act.
But hearing the mocking voices inside, he suddenly froze.
“With her daughter? Birds of a feather?”
A bad premonition surged violently through him.
“Dad! Dad, help us! We can’t move!”
At that moment, Lin Miaomiao’s desperate scream came from inside the room.
It was like a bucket of ice water poured straight over his head.
How could this be?
Wasn’t it supposed to be Lin Jiaojiao inside the room?
How did it become Miaomiao and Qiu Yue?
Pushing through the crowd, Lin Fantong stumbled into the room.
What he saw next would haunt him for the rest of his life.
The thug he had always looked down on was lying naked in bed, holding two women—one on each side.
One was the woman he loved most.
The other was his beloved daughter.
And Lin Jiaojiao—the one who was supposed to be in this trap—was nowhere to be seen.
Even a fool would understand what had happened.
He had lost.
Utterly and completely.
The person they had schemed against, Lin Jiaojiao, hadn’t fallen at all—instead, she had turned the tables and trapped the two women he cared about most.
Thud.
Lin Fantong collapsed to the ground and passed out.
From the crowd, Lin Jiaojiao’s lips curled into a faint, wicked smile.
That’s right.
She hadn’t just given them a sleeping drug—she had also given them a paralysis-inducing medicine that left them conscious but unable to move.
That was why they were awake but still couldn’t get up or cover themselves.
All they could do was endure the insults, ridicule, and humiliation while being completely powerless.
She hadn’t originally intended to go this far.
But since they refused to let her go, she had no reason to be polite.
And if she was going to play… she would play big.
“Jiaojiao, your father fainted!” Aunt Wu shouted when she saw Lin Fantong collapse.
With nowhere left to hide, Lin Jiaojiao squeezed through the crowd and rushed over.
“Dad! Dad, what happened to you?! Why did you faint like this?!”
She threw herself beside him, panicking on the surface.
But secretly, her fingernails pressed hard into his pressure point under his nose.
As a doctor, she could tell immediately—
he wasn’t really unconscious.
He was pretending.
Fine.
She would see how long he could keep pretending.
Aunt Wu spoke up again,
“What else could it be? Any man would faint seeing his wife and daughter lying with a thug like that. Fainting is light—he could’ve even died from anger.”
Lin Jiaojiao almost laughed out loud, but held it back.
She pressed harder again and cried,
“What do I do? Why isn’t my dad waking up?”
A few drops of blood appeared under Lin Fantong’s nose and dripped into his mouth.
His lips instinctively moved slightly.
Aunt Wu saw it immediately.
Her eyes narrowed—she understood instantly.
She smiled coldly, then said loudly,
“If pressing the pressure point doesn’t work, I do know another old method…”
“What is it? Aunt Wu, just say it! What if my dad can’t wake up?” Lin Jiaojiao interrupted anxiously.
Aunt Wu nodded.
“In the village, when someone couldn’t be woken up, we used to try pouring sewage water. Believe it or not—it actually worked once.”
Lin Jiaojiao’s eyes lit up internally.
She gave Aunt Wu a silent thumbs-up.
Then she cried out,
“Then we have to try it! Nothing matters more than my dad’s life!”
She turned to the crowd.
“Uncles, aunties—can anyone help get some sewage water? If my dad wakes up, I’ll be forever grateful!”
Immediately, a young man stepped forward.
“I’ll do it!”
Lin Jiaojiao quickly thanked him.
“Thank you so much, big brother!”
The young man waved it off.
“No problem! There’s plenty in the public toilet. I’ll be right back!”
He grabbed a basin from the kitchen and ran off enthusiastically.
Inside the room, Lin Fantong was furious—but he didn’t know whether to continue pretending or wake up.
Before he could decide—
Lin Miaomiao, who had been lying motionless, suddenly found she could move again.
She jumped up, grabbed a bedsheet to cover herself, and rushed straight at Lin Jiaojiao.
“Lin Jiaojiao! You bitch! You did this! It’s all your fault!”
But before she could reach her—
her long bedsheet tripped her.
She fell hard to the ground.
And in the chaos, the sheet slipped away again.
Her naked body was once more exposed to everyone.
“Ahhh!!”
She finally reacted, screaming hysterically—and then fainted again.
Lin Jiaojiao: “…Great. The sewage water job is getting heavier.”
Sewage water: Do you even have manners?
At that moment, Summer Qiu Yue finally regained control of her body.
She jumped down from the bed, wrapped Lin Miaomiao in a sheet, and shot a venomous glare at Lin Jiaojiao.
Lin Jiaojiao glanced at her sagging, overweight body with disdain.
What is this, a mother-daughter public exhibition show?
Luckily, someone threw her a piece of clothing.
Only then did Qiu Yue finally cover herself properly under everyone’s mocking gaze.
“Here comes the sewage water! Make way, make way!”
At that moment, the young man’s voice echoed from the door as he returned.
The crowd immediately parted…