Ssssh!
It was Jiang Yuan’s first ti witnessing her sister-in-law lose her temper, and she was thoroughly shocked.
As for Eldest Miss Li, the recipient of the slap, her eyes were wide with disbelief, and one hand covered her face:
"You... hit ?"
Lu Jing laughed:
"Yes, I did hit you!"
Wasn’t that obvious?
Why even ask?
Was her reaction that slow?
"Do you even know who I am?"
Does it matter?
Lu Jing wasn’t interested, but since she had asked a second ti, he decided to play along.
"Oh? Let’s hear it."
Before Eldest Miss Li could even respond, the girl beside her quickly interjected:
"Qianqian’s father is the President of Li Group in Nanxi City, you surely haven’t not heard of it, have you?"
Li Group?
Lu Jing frowned:
"Sorry, I’m not really familiar."
Was it supposed to be famous?
Just then, a group of people entered the store.
"What’s going on?"
Huh?
As the people in the store turned to look, Eldest Miss Li had already run over:
"Daddy!"
Wow, speak of the devil and he appears?
Just talking about it, and the legendary President of Li Group shows up?
The other people in the store looked on excitedly, as locals were sowhat familiar with the Li Group.
Speaking of the Li Group, twenty years ago, it was just a bunch of street thugs involved in petty cris.
Later, as the state cracked down on organized cri, these tough guys smartly started forming their own businesses.
As ti passed, they gradually beca the well-known Li Group of Nanxi City.
But once a gang, always a gang; it couldn’t really wash itself clean.
Li Group was clearly just a facade for sothing else.
Those who knew even a little bit wouldn’t ss with the Li Group lightly.
Now, here was the Li Group’s precious daughter getting slapped—this was going to be quite a show!
But was Lu Jing scared?
"Sister-in-law?" Jiang Yuan tugged at Lu Jing secretly.
The young girl was not used to such controversies.
She was obviously scared.
Lu Jing comforted her by pinching her hand gently:
"It’s okay, don’t be afraid."
What kind of society were we living in? It was broad daylight; no one was getting murdered, right?
Li Qian was crying exaggeratedly now but didn’t forget to tattle:
"Daddy, that woman hit , look, she slapped !"
Her father, the so-called President Li, looked to be in his fifties, with a fierce deanor and not the slightest hint of friendliness.
Dressed from head to toe in F brand clothing, he had a bald head, a robust build, not to ntion a substantial belly, and he wore a thick gold chain around his neck—clearly the stereotypical image of "those types" from certain operations.
Looking behind him, only two of his entourage, dressed in formal suits and shoes, appeared to be assistants.
The others...
Among them was a woman, dressed in a halter neck bodycon dress despite the cold, holding a fur coat she had taken off on one arm and several luxury shopping bags in the other—a clear sign she’d been on a indulgent shopping spree.
She was now speaking in a high-pitched voice:
"President Li, soone isn’t respecting you, they even dared to hit our little princess!"
Indeed, the next second the middle-aged man’s gaze turned towards Lu Jing.
However, upon seeing Lu Jing’s face, a trace of aningful depth flashed through his eyes.
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