Chapter 77: Chapter 77: This Isn’t Bao’er’s Handwriting_1 Chapter 77: Chapter 77: This Isn’t Bao’er’s Handwriting_1 Watching him spew such nonsense, Lu Tingli’s eyebrows knitted, and a cold laugh escaped his thin lips. He was about to punch him when—
“You bully! I won’t let you hit Lu! You! If you have a problem, take it out on !”
Xia Ningxing’s eyes were misty, her hand clutching the corner of the boss’s clothes trembling, she looked terrified, yet every word she uttered was in his defense.
Whimper, whimper, whimper, she felt she was doing a great job acting!
The boss must be so moved!
“You think I’ll let you off, you little wretch?” Xia Jianren, thinking of the humiliation he had suffered at Zheng’s hands, was about to push Lu Tingli aside to hit Xia Ningxing.
“Bao’er!” Before he could make a move, Mrs. Xia and the five brothers rushed out.
Seeing this scene, Mrs. Xia scread in fright, quickly protecting her precious daughter in her arms, glaring angrily at Xia Jianren as he snarled and lashed out, “Jianren! What are you doing hitting a child!”
And why on earth pick the daughter to hit? Couldn’t a son be dragged off to be beaten instead?
“Lin Lan, do you have any idea what this slut has done!” Xia Jianren, his breath ragged and eyes red with anger, said when he saw her defending Xia Ningxing: “She gave a fake perfu formula, causing to be ridiculed and nearly embroiled in a lawsuit!”
Oops!
He got ridiculed and almost involved in a lawsuit?
Why does this make so happy!
Xia Ningxing was secretly delighted, relieved!
That’s how a scumbag should be played with!
After Mrs. Xia understood the situation, her frown deepened; Bao’er had not ntioned to her about Xia Jianren asking her for the perfu formula.
So, was this true or false?
“Bao’er, tell Mom, is what your father said true? Did you really give him a fake perfu formula?” Mrs. Xia couldn’t help asking.
Xia Ningxing instantly went full diva: “Mommy… I didn’t give it to Daddy… Daddy is slandering …”
Her shoulders twitching, her face covered in tear streaks, and her little nose red from crying, she looked incredibly pitiful.
Mrs. Xia’s heart was almost breaking, she lifted her hand to wipe away her tears, “Don’t cry, don’t cry, Bao’er stop crying, Mommy believes you.”
“Mommy!” Xia Ningxing suddenly felt a pang in her nose and couldn’t help but throw herself into her arms, silently whispering an apology in her heart.
She couldn’t admit it.
Otherwise, she had no way to explain why she deliberately gave Scum Daddy a fake perfu formula to ss with him.
And now, with her mother still unaware of Scum Daddy’s true colors, she might even think her a bad child.
She finally had a mother, and she truly cherished her.
“You little slut still won’t admit it?” Seeing her deny it, Xia Jianren was so angry he nearly fainted, his hands trembling as he took out the handwritten perfu formula from his bosom and threw it at them: “Look for yourselves! This is the dead girl’s handwriting!”
The eldest brother hurriedly picked it up, and after a glance, his expression beca difficult to describe.
The other four brothers also looked as if they had sothing to say but held back.
“Is this your sister’s handwriting or not?” Mrs. Xia anxiously asked, eventually snatching the formula herself then sighed in relief, telling Xia Jianren, “Jianren, you’re mistaken, this isn’t Bao’er’s handwriting.”
Although she was illiterate, she often looked through Bao’er’s exercise books, so she could recognize this was certainly not Bao’er’s writing.
Bao’er’s characters were graceful and refined, every letter emanating a comfortable feeling.
But these characters were aggressive and slightly chaotic, with heavy strokes, so how could they be hers.
She knew it, how could Bao’er ever do such a thing to betray her own father.
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