Transmigrated as the Tortured Female Lead’s Daughter

Chapter 142: Chapter 142: The Persistent Pursuit For Money

Although there were many men who loved her, Gu Manxi had never thought of asking them for help.
She always relied on her own clumsy efforts to survive with kindness and beauty.

This was also the reason why the stubborn and unruly Gu Chu was willing to call Gu Manxi “Mommy”.
This beauty was rare and worth protecting.

Song Chen did not speak for a long time.

He knew how much Gu Manxi had been through these years.

Song Chen reflected deeply on himself.

Chuchu is still young.
I will slowly prove my sincerity to Manxi.
I will never let her suffer again.

…

Cheng’s private hospital.

Cheng Qingyun was sent to the intensive care unit.
Doctor Li, who was in charge of taking care of her, rushed over.
Doctor Li replaced the nurses on his left and right and closed the door.
He looked at the woman lying on the bed.
This young and promising Doctor Li shook his head slightly.
His eyes were filled with bitterness.
“Miss Cheng, why do you have to humiliate yourself like this?”

The ward was quiet and as white as snow.

Cheng Qingyun slowly opened her eyes.
She pulled the needle from her arm and used a cotton swab to stop the blood.

“There was an accident today.
I met a little slut.” The woman’s long hair fell on the pillow.
The gentle temperament on her body was no longer there.
Instead, it was replaced by an unconcealable hostility and desire to fight, “You work in this hospital.
Go and check on this child called Gu Chu.
You should have her personal medical record.”

Doctor Li said, “Miss Cheng, that’s only a five-year-old child.”

“Five years old? I don’t think so.” Cheng Qingyun played with her hair with her fingertips.
She looked up at Doctor Li with a smile.
“A’Chen thinks too highly of her.
I almost suspect that she’s his daughter.
I want to marry into the Song family.
I can’t let anything go wrong.”

For the first ten years of her life, she had always lived in a lowly slum.
Everything she saw was filthy and dirty.
However, the heavens did not treat her badly.
Her biological father was actually the head of the Cheng family in the capital, Cheng Kaiyuan.
She was brought into the capital by a luxury car.

Up until now, Cheng Qingyun could still remember the envious gazes of the villagers.
They said that there was actually a phoenix egg in the chicken coop.

She had thought that the perfect day for a princess who had risen from ashes was coming, but unexpectedly, Cheng Qingyun found out that she was just an ordinary existence among her father’s many illegitimate children.
Illegitimate children were not presentable.
They did not have any family shares, only an apartment that was randomly allocated by their father.

As a result, the illegitimate children all had their sights set on the position as the successor of the Cheng family.

Cheng Kaiyuan did not stop the children from fighting among themselves.
This successful big shot had always believed that the dog that won in the end would definitely be the most capable one.
Cheng Qingyun also joined in the fight.

She thought of ways to become Song Chen’s “fiancée”.
This identity became the leverage for her and her brothers and sisters to fight for power.

However, after a few years of fighting, Cheng Kaiyuan’s legal son, Cheng Qi, became the absolute overlord of this fight at a young age.
He was only fifteen years old, but his adolescent years were full of cruelty and blood.
Cheng Qi elegantly broke the arms and legs of the illegitimate children, smiled and cut off their hopes, and smiled as he took over half of the Cheng family.

Cheng Qingyun knew very well that she could not defeat the terrifying Cheng Qi.

She could only place her hopes on Song Chen.
If she could not get the shares and assets of the Cheng family, she could marry into the Song family and ascend to the heavens in a single step.

“I don’t want to go back and live a hard life,” Cheng Qingyun said lightly.
Once a person tasted the taste of “wealth,” they would never be able to get rid of this vanity.

She had expensive dresses in her closet, delicacies for her meals, money in her pocket, in her house, and everywhere around her.

She hates poverty as much as she loves power and wealth.