Rebirth: A Cinderella's Counterattack-Chapter 605 - 585: The Incident Sparked by Chengxin Tang Paper (Part 2)
When they reached the conference room, Jimo Cheng made a call and then sat down, observing Luo Qianqian massaging her knee, a barely noticeable glint of coldness flickering in his eyes.
"Is Mo Studio really wealthy?" Luo Qianqian looked around at the room’s furnishings, clicking her tongue in awe, even the vase near her seemed like an antique.
"Wealthy, huh?" Jimo Cheng had heard this question for the first time, which amused him slightly, but he still nodded seriously, "It should be, since antiques are indeed very valuable."
Luo Qianqian pouted, thinking that the son of a rich family indeed sees money as nothing, but still started the conversation: "When I was a child, my family was so poor. My mom struggled so much, and my brother had to come home to take care of me right after school, leaving him no time to play."
"Back then, I thought that once I had money, I would buy clothes and delicious food every day, and treat myself like a princess. But now that I really have money, I don’t feel the urge to buy those things anymore. Maybe it’s because you only desire them when you can’t afford them? When you can afford them, it feels like having so much of that stuff doesn’t really matter."
Luo Qianqian said to Jimo Cheng with a light laugh, revealing an expression different from usual, yet her face carried a mix of two parts sorrow and three parts nostalgia.
"Back then, my brother was still with me, he would smile at me gently, and tell me not to worry about being bullied as long as he was there..." As she spoke, tears began to fall from Luo Qianqian’s eyes.
Jimo Cheng grew a bit flustered, hurriedly handing Luo Qianqian a tissue. He had read her information, but he had never expected Luo Qianqian to suddenly start crying. He had stopped crying at a very young age because his grandfather had told him crying was a privilege reserved for children and girls. He was a man and should be strong. Since then, he started learning Taekwondo, to have the ability to protect himself and everything important around him. That’s what a real man does.
Luo Qianqian broke into a smile through her tears: "You look like I’m the one bullying you." she remarked, wiping her tears with the tissue just as a knock was heard at the door.
Jimo Cheng stood up and opened the door, then came back in with two portions of food, smiling, "Don’t worry, no one but me saw you with your teary face."
"Stop mentioning it." Luo Qianqian stomped her foot, embarrassed, yet she was really missing her brother right now, wondering what he might be doing?
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Meanwhile, Shufan was sleeping, but for some reason, a smile formed on his lips, looking like he was having a pleasant dream.
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The two were eating when they were startled by a knock at the door.
"Young Master Cheng, Old Master Luo has been pushed over, we’ve called an ambulance!!!"
Luo Qianqian was stunned, her chopsticks clattering to the floor, her face filled with shock, Grandpa has been pushed over???
The next second, not caring that her leg was still in pain, she rushed out immediately.
Jimo Cheng was startled too, setting down his eating utensils, seemingly more composed than Luo Qianqian, but those familiar with him could tell he was far from slightly flustered.
He hurried out after Luo Qianqian.
When Luo Qianqian arrived, the ambulance hadn’t yet come; she struggled through the crowd and, seeing Old Master Luo lying on the ground in pain, quickly knelt beside him: "Grandpa, are you alright? Where does it hurt? Can you tell Qianqian, please?"
Old Master Luo was stunned; he had merely been a bit annoyed by the crowd, so he had taken the opportunity to fall, but now seeing the drama, how could he admit that?
He could only shake his head at Luo Qianqian.
Yue Tingyu was in the know on one side, aware that her old man just couldn’t handle these ’cultured people’ who couldn’t be hit or scolded, no matter how coldly you treated them. But in such a situation, how could she explain that to her granddaughter?
She could only pat Luo Qianqian on the shoulder, "Your grandfather is fine, his health is good, Qianqian, don’t worry."
Who would have thought that those words would make Luo Qianqian’s eyes even redder as she scanned the surroundings with a stern face and a cold voice, "Who did this?!"
Luo Qianqian, no matter her past experience, was not someone these art-circle oldies could handle. They all took two steps back, startled by Luo Qianqian’s sudden fierceness, before realizing their own inappropriate reactions.
The surroundings fell silent as Jimo Cheng squeezed into the crowd, looking at Luo Qianqian’s appearance with heartache, his eyes reddening. Was he really that anxious?
He quietly appeared behind Luo Qianqian, supporting her actions with his own.
Luo Qianqian narrowed her eyes, her whole demeanor exuding a bloodthirsty aura, "Who exactly is it!!"
"Old Man Luo, are you alright?" Jimo Kong, having received the message, hurried over, and was startled by Luo Qianqian’s appearance. Then he narrowed his eyes with a chilling look, "Jin Nian, check the surveillance!"
Jimo Cheng hurried to comply. He didn’t trust this task to anyone else; all he could do was stand behind Luo Qianqian and support her.
"Oh, Old Kong, we were just talking to Old Master Luo. We got carried away, moved our hands, and accidentally..." One of the people who had been around Old Master Luo hurriedly explained, looking at Old Master Luo with a hint of reproach, "Who knew he couldn’t stand steady."
Luo Qianqian stood up, pulling out a cloth bundle from her trouser pocket and opening it to reveal flickering silver light.
"Is that so? My grandfather having trouble standing steady? And it was just an accident? So if I prick some part of someone and cause vegetative state, Alzheimer’s, stroke, or thrombosis, could that also be explained as just an accident?" Luo Qianqian pulled out a Silver Needle, "Who did it! I don’t mind being ’accidentally’ careless a few more times!"
It had to be said that for those disrespectful and insincere elders, threats worked much better than reasoning. The elders, who had been defending each other just moments ago, immediately fell silent and even took a couple of steps back, leaving one senior behind.
This elder, realizing his situation, looked at Luo Qianqian with a hint of malevolence in his eyes, "Refusing to give two lousy pieces of paper, he deserves such an end!"
Old Master Luo, who had just closed his eyes and pretended to faint to divert Luo Qianqian’s attention, suddenly opened his eyes wide upon hearing this.
"A multitude of treasures for the destined! Since you’re so rich, how about sharing some with me?" Luo Qianqian retorted, putting away the Silver Needle. She wasn’t about to actually disrespect her elders, just threaten the group trying to cover up for the culprit.
"Why should I!"
"Exactly, why should you? Are you good-looking or what? I’d give you one too if you were as handsome as that old man there!" Luo Qianqian pointed at the only elder who had been merely observing Old Master Luo without any pretense of politeness. This elder had looked disdainful during the earlier protective attempts.
Old Master Jimo, surprised, looked in the direction Luo Qianqian was pointing, "Elder Tang."
The elder simply waved his hand, signaling Jimo Kong not to make a fuss and continued watching the proceedings.
Luo Qianqian remained undisturbed, "Not good-looking, not related, why should I? Do you think you’re the sun? Does the solar system have to revolve around you? Just not giving it to you, what can you do to me?... Are you thinking of hitting me? Let’s not even discuss whether I would fight back or not; I’ll just say that difficult women and small people are hard to raise, and luckily, I am both! I am an underage girl!"
This made the onlookers laugh, and Luo Qianqian continued with her chin raised, meeting several dark glances, "Just based on your sycophantic flattering just now and your currently indifferent faces, even if my grandfather agrees to give it to you, I do not. What right do such deceitful people have? I, Luo Qianqian, do not change my name or my stance, and I welcome you to retaliate in any way, anytime and anywhere!" she said, then curled her lips, "But you’d better make it lethal and leave no traces! Otherwise, hehe..."
Luo Qianqian sneered coldly.
