Xu Yan rolled over, revealing Wu Qing's bleeding-nose face. Xu Yan looked at Jing Zhen and said, "This time you can't say I'm taking advantage of you, right?"
Jing Zhen was both angry and amused by Xu Yan's funny face. She let out a snort of laughter and slapped Xu Yan.
"What on earth are you doing? Couldn't you just stand up directly? You scared me!"
Xu Qingqing handed the baby wipes she always carried to Xu Yan, saying helplessly, "Brother, please act normal."
Jing Zhen looked up and glared at Song Nuannuan standing on the stairs, her eyes sharp. "I felt just now that it was you who kicked me. That's why I fell!"
Song Nuannuan spread out her hands and refused to admit it. "I didn't. You just didn't watch your step and fell."
"You're talking nonsense. I'd already found the next step! If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have sprained my ankle!"
Jing Zhen argued forcefully. Her sprained ankle still ached sharply.
Song Nuannuan stuck out her tongue provocatively, looking like she dared Jing Zhen to do something about it.
"What evidence do you have that I kicked you!"
Jing Zhen was so angry at Song Nuannuan's shameless look that she clenched her fists and said nothing.
With a determined look in her eyes, Jing Zhen rushed forward and slapped Song Nuannuan.
The slap was so loud that it echoed in the living room. Xu Qingqing was startled.
In her impression, this was the first time the gentle Jing Zhen had ever lost her temper.
Song Nuannuan covered her face in disbelief and roared angrily, "You dared to hit me!"
Jing Zhen retorted coldly, "Who hit you? Do you have any evidence?"
Jing Zhen turned to look at Xu Qingqing and Xu Yan below the steps and asked innocently, "Did you see me hit her?"
Xu Yan and Xu Qingqing, naturally on Jing Zhen's side, shook their heads.
"No, I didn't see it."
Xu Qingqing even wore a smile that was really annoying.
"Miss Song, if you want to frame someone, you should use a more sophisticated method. It was clearly you who slapped yourself."
Song Nuannuan didn't expect Jing Zhen to have the guts to hit her and then turn the tables on her.
Jing Zhen used to be such a softie. No matter how she bullied her, Jing Zhen never fought back.
Now, with her boyfriend here, she was so overbearing!
To catch Jing Zhen's fault, a glint of hatred flashed in Song Nuannuan's eyes. She didn't hesitate to raise her hand and slap herself hard twice on the face.
These self - inflicted slaps made the handprint on her face even more obvious.
Song Nuannuan looked like a victorious villain and proudly pointed at her red face.
"This handprint is the evidence that you hit me!"
Click!
Suddenly, a flash from a camera blinded Song Nuannuan. She instinctively covered her eyes with her hand.
When she opened her eyes again, she saw Xu Qingqing pointing her phone at her and smiling. "Sorry, I just recorded you slapping yourself..."
Xu Qingqing played the video in front of Song Nuannuan and gave her a thumbs - up admiringly.
"Miss Song is really ruthless. You can be so harsh on yourself!"
Song Nuannuan didn't expect to be hit and then be caught in the act by Jing Zhen's people. She was so furious that she lifted her foot to kick Jing Zhen.
"I'll kill you! You came here just to pick a fight today!"
Jing Zhen had been on guard and dodged. She turned around and pointed at the white footprint on her black jumpsuit on her calf.
"This is the footprint of your kick. If you dare to make another move, be careful. I'll call the police and sue you for assault!"
"You..."
Song Nuannuan felt like all her tricks had hit a soft target and were counter - attacked. Her anger was about to burst her.
This feeling of being caught with evidence and unable to fight back was so powerless.
Song Nuannuan stamped her foot angrily, and with the handprint on her face, she turned around and went back to her room upstairs.
Song Nuannuan rushed into Song Fuqiang's room and blamed Song Fuqiang for everything.
Seeing Song Fuqiang still sound asleep, she directly grabbed the kettle on the table and poured all the water on his face.
"Sleep! It's all your fault for marrying that damned mistress. She just bullies me!"
After venting her anger, Song Nuannuan turned around and went back to her own room, slamming the door so hard that it made a deafening sound.
Song Fuqiang, who was still in his dream, was woken up by the water again. His hair was soaked and stuck to his forehead. He sat up in surprise.
Song Fuqiang tried to open his eyes, but the water droplets on his eyelashes rushed into his eyes, causing a sharp pain.
"Damn it!"
Song Fuqiang let out a scream, wiped the water off his face, and looked at the kettle that had landed on the quilt.
Song Fuqiang cursed angrily, "Song Nuannuan! Are you crazy? If you don't want to live in this family, just get out!"
Saying that, Song Fuqiang got out of bed and was about to go find Song Nuannuan to settle the score.
He wasn't a kind - hearted father. Having been splashed with water twice by Song Nuannuan, he was extremely angry.
He worked so hard outside, but his children were useless and his mistress had run away.
How unlucky he was!
Song Fuqiang came out of the room in a complete mess. His water - soaked appearance was seen by Jing Zhen and the others.
When Song Fuqiang's eyes met Jing Zhen's, thinking of his current ugly state, he pushed aside the hair sticking to his forehead.
His embarrassed anger immediately subsided.
"Why haven't you left yet?"
Damn it. He thought Jing Zhen had left!
That damned girl, Song Nuannuan!
She made him look so ugly in front of Jing Zhen!
She really embarrassed him!
Seeing Song Fuqiang in such a miserable state, his face sallow and huge dark circles under his eyes, it was obvious that he hadn't been living well these days.
A sense of revenge welled up in Jing Zhen's heart. It served Song Fuqiang right for the domestic violence he had inflicted on her before and forcing her to do things she didn't want to do.
Just as Jing Zhen was about to speak, a figure flashed past her.
It was Xu Yan. As he slowly walked upstairs, he opened his wallet, took out a black pen and a new check, and wrote down the amount Jing Zhen owed Song Fuqiang.
When Xu Yan walked up to Song Fuqiang, Song Fuqiang instinctively took a few steps back and looked at Xu Yan warily.
The punches he had received from Xu Yan last time had left a deep shadow on him.
He didn't want to get beaten again today!
Xu Yan raised his hand. Song Fuqiang immediately covered his face with his arm and roared, "Don't hit people in the face!"
Seeing Song Fuqiang's cowardice, Xu Yan sneered and shook the ink on the check dry.
"I'm not going to hit you today."
Xu Yan slapped Song Fuqiang hard on the shoulder, making Song Fuqiang's shoulder slump a bit.
Hearing that Xu Yan wasn't going to hit him, Song Fuqiang slowly lowered his hand from his face and looked at Xu Yan suspiciously.
Xu Yan pressed the check against Song Fuqiang's face and said coldly, "This is the money Jing Zhen owes you. I'm paying it back for her today. From now on, you're not allowed to pester her anymore."
"Get the marriage certificate as soon as possible, or I won't be nice to you."
Hearing this, Song Fuqiang nodded repeatedly and caught the check that floated down from his forehead.