Chapter 895 - Ask Your Brother to Find a Brick (1/2)

When she walked down the stairs, Xia Mingzheng was rubbing his forehead and had even thrown his favorite newspapers and magazines aside.

Shen Yijun walked over and sat down.

“Yijun, you came down. Why? Did you just wake up?” Once Xia Mingzheng saw Shen Yijun, he hurriedly sat beside her and held her hand. “Are you okay? Are you not feeling well?”

Shen Yijun shook her head and held Xia Mingzheng’s hand tightly.

Xia Mingzheng was surprised. This was her first time replying to him in two years.

“Mingzheng…” Shen Yijun sighed. “I have already ended up in this state, and I don’t know where Xinxin is now. No matter who was at fault in the past, I don’t want you to be upset. So…” She held Xia Mingzheng’s hand again. “Control your daughter properly. She’s your daughter, not mine.”

She did not say much as she would not teach other people’s children. However, she was just reminding him out of goodwill.

One of them was too harsh while the other spoiled her too much. This was not good for the child.

“Don’t worry.” Xia Mingzheng sighed. “I know.”

Shen Yijun did not say anything. She turned on the television and started watching it. As for what was showing on the television, it did not matter anymore. She had said all that she needed to and warned what she had to. In the future—if something happened, then only the father and daughter would be the ones in regret.

As for what would happen in the future… they would have to look at time and… heaven.

At this time, the Lu family was sitting in the car. Jian Qingying held her daughter’s white hand. How could this thin wrist hit someone?

“Xiaohua, is your hand numb?”

“Mm, a little.” Xia Ruoxin flung her hand. Yes, she did not show any mercy in any of the three slaps. However, it was so enjoyable to slap her. She felt that she could return all the grievances she suffered in the Xia household to Xia Yixuan and even in front of Xia Mingzheng. In the past—when Xia Yixuan hit her, Xia Mingzheng was sitting at the side. Even though he had verbally tried to stop her, he had never done so physically.

Now, Xia Mingzheng was made to hold everything back in and could not say a word. Just that—after she enjoyed it, her hand was enjoying the pain.

“She’s such a girl.” Jian Qingying sighed.

“Mm, yes. She’s just a girl.” Lu Ke’en added. “Next time, ask your brother to slap other people for you. His skin is thick and has more power.”

Lu Jinrong, “…”

“What nonsense are you saying?” Jian Qingying rolled her eyes at him. “Are you still hoping for your daughter to fight with someone else? She’s an elegant lady. How can she slap other people?”

She held Xia Ruoxin’s wrist again.

“Xiaohua, remember, don’t fight again.”

“Mm.” Xia Ruoxin learned her lesson.

“You can’t use your own hands.” Jian Qingying looked at her son again. “Remember to ask your brother to find a brick and smack their faces. Smack those people to death.”

Lu Jinrong, “…”

Lu Ke’en now knew that people would really get marked by the company they keep. Jian Qingying was always a graceful and elegant person and was a true lady from a prominent family back in those days. However, Lu Ke’en was an illiterate, rash person. No one knew how those two people walked together. The illiterate one had started a pretty decent business with other people while the elegant one started using bricks to smack people.

Xia Ruoxin glued her face to the car window glass. When her lashes looked down, they were very sparse.