Do you have the right to control her?
"Pah!" Xin Xiaoxiao’s temper flared, unstoppable, "You’re talking nonsense."
After cursing, she forcefully shook off Zhong Qingyang’s hand and prepared to continue toward the dressing room.
Zhong Qingyang’s cold voice echoed behind her, "You can also resist your father and not get engaged to . In the future, everything of the Xin Family will belong to your brother, your biological brother."
"Damn you!" Xin Xiaoxiao stopped in her tracks, bent over, picked up a pair of high heels from the ground, and hurled them at Zhong Qingyang, "Zhong Qingyang, mark my words, watch every step you take carefully because from the day we got engaged, I started sharpening my knife. Soday, I will cut your hypocritical skin to shreds, inch by inch."
She admitted she felt threatened.
She believed that if she didn’t get engaged to Zhong Qingyang and didn’t restrain herself, her father might really not give her a single penny.
She cared not only about her future life but mainly about everything in the Xin Family, as a lot of it was her mother’s hard work.
How could it be? And why would it benefit that vixen and her son?
Zhong Qingyang easily caught the pair of shoes Xin Xiaoxiao threw at him, knowing she felt threatened, a satisfied smile crept onto his lips.
At that mont, the photographer ca to urge them, "The car is waiting at the entrance. Hurry up and get ready to go, or we won’t finish shooting before dark."
Xin Xiaoxiao shook her hair, suppressed her anger, and stepped toward the door.
...
Throughout the whole day’s shooting, Xin Xiaoxiao didn’t show a smile, at most forcing a chanical grin according to the photographer’s arrangents.
This was their wedding photoshoot, the last scene was under the sightseeing bridge in Hai City, capturing the sunset glow.
After the shoot was complete, it was completely dark.
When the photographer said OK, the job was done, Xin Xiaoxiao ignored everyone, took off her high heels, carried them into the photo company’s RV, changed into her own clothes, and stepped off.
The weather had entered late autumn, and in the evening, Hai City was a bit chilly.
Xin Xiaoxiao wore a mid-sleeve blazer, the sea breeze penetrating through her clothes, she wrapped her arms around herself, heading toward the curb to catch a cab.
"Xiaoxiao, let’s have dinner together."
Zhong Qingyang followed her, catching up.
"Don’t pretend with . You’re after money, I’m for my dad, we’ll never walk the sa path."
Coldly replying to Zhong Qingyang, Xin Xiaoxiao quickened her steps.
"Xiaoxiao, watch out!"
As soon as she heard Zhong Qingyang’s tense warning, before she could react, Zhong Qingyang rushed over and pushed her aside.
A motorcycle sped past behind Xin Xiaoxiao at an unbelievable speed, roaring by.
Xin Xiaoxiao’s bag was snatched, and she was pushed by Zhong Qingyang, crashing into the streetlight pole.
She groaned in pain, and after catching her breath, she turned around to find Zhong Qingyang lying on the ground, clutching his knee in pain, his forehead was smashed into sothing unknown, and was bleeding.
Xin Xiaoxiao paused, unsure of how serious his injury was, quickly went over to check, Zhong Qingyang’s forehead kept bleeding.
"Are you okay?"
Uncertainly asked, she thought about it and bent down to help him up. Just then an empty taxi drove by, she waved to stop, and assisted by the driver, they got Zhong Qingyang into the car.
Closing the car door, she imdiately told the driver, "To Fengming Hospital."
It was the closest to Fengming Hospital from here.
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