Rebirth: Slice-of-life Cultivation-Chapter 1659 - 904: Convergence of Time and Space

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Chapter 1659: Chapter 904: Convergence of Time and Space

Strawberry garden.

Mrs. Chen was lost for words facing nine-year-old Dongdong, and after a while, she reprimanded him: "That’s wrong!"

Dongdong lay back in the chair, crossing his legs, making an exaggerated expression, and arrogantly said word by word: "What! Can! You! Do?"

As he finished speaking, Xingxing knelt to offer him fresh creamy strawberries.

Mrs. Chen suddenly breathed rapidly, as if having an asthma attack, under the blazing sun, she was so angry she felt cold all over, can this world still get any better?

Mrs. Chen was not a mere loafer with nothing; she lived in a society governed by law. She enjoyed the benefits of rules and accordingly had to be subjected to certain shackles. Facing the invincible nine-year-old, Dongdong, her once proud rights seemed laughable. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

Mrs. Chen trembled for a while, then stared at Yang Fei: "You tell me honestly, is he someone you hired? If you explain well now, I’ll let you off this time. Otherwise, I’ll keep an eye on your store forever!"

Yang Fei glanced at the phone in Mrs. Chen’s hand, clearly still recording. If he confessed, he’d be truly doomed.

In response to her threat, Yang Fei said, "Go ahead, you can complain about me."

Mrs. Chen heard him clearly, experiencing a surreal reversal; as a small leader within the system, she was usually the one to say such things. Yet today, someone said that to her?

The stimulation was so overwhelming that Mrs. Chen was disoriented.

Director Han, seeing this, supported his wife, heading towards the car on the west side of the bungalow, passing by Jiang Ning’s house.

Director Han expected to be mocked by some youngsters again, but surprisingly, there was no one at the door, as if they completely ignored them.

It was more upsetting than direct insult; being in a high position, Director Han rarely felt utterly ignored, as if the other party never regarded him.

Director Han opened the car door and put Mrs. Chen in the back seat while their son, Han Chen, took the front passenger seat.

Before leaving, Director Han glanced at the bungalow and saw a young man who looked like a university student taking pictures of the car with a phone.

Director Han paid it no mind as the window slowly rose.

This Cayenne was special; Director Han had it soundproofed in Shen City. He played music, upgrading the car’s sound system from Bose to Burmester, creating a very impressive effect since the price of the speakers alone was almost equal to a standard mid-level car.

The powerful soundproofing and top-tier sound system slightly eased Director Han’s tension.

He originally planned to call Captain Zhou to have several people at the river dam forcibly summoned and detained to make them suffer a bit. However, Captain Zhou no longer paid attention to him, and unexpectedly, it was hard to find connections.

As he pondered, Director Han began to reverse the car and change direction; the frog-eyed Cayenne moved accordingly.

After adjusting the angle, Director Han was about to drive forward when Mrs. Chen, dazed in the back seat, suddenly shrieked: "Where’s my Doudou? Doudou, where are you?"

Director Han slammed the brakes and looked back; the white dog was indeed missing, and he hadn’t noticed at all.

Mrs. Chen threw open the car door, desperately searching for her beloved dog. As she opened the door, she saw Doudou crouched in the corner, the dog’s cries filled the air, its rear legs twisted and deformed.

Mrs. Chen’s scream was even more heart-wrenching than the dog’s as she ran over crying: "Doudou, my Doudou, what happened to you, quickly tell mommy!"

The Dogo whined incessantly, previously untamed and fierce, now completely vanished.

As Mrs. Chen touched the twisted legs, her face contorted, she shrieked hoarsely: "You must’ve broken Doudou’s legs, you’re finished!"

She nearly went mad, hatred consuming her mind.

Director Han suspected that if he was dead, Mrs. Chen might not be as distressed as she was now.

Mrs. Chen questioned aloud towards the courtyard: "Who, who hit my Doudou? I tell you, you’re finished!"

She had no doubt, directly determining who the murderer was.

Jiang Ning and Tongtong were preparing to eat in the kitchen when they heard the cries outside, so they came out to check.

What met their eyes was Mrs. Chen’s malicious hostility; she was aggressive and menacingly questioning: "You dare to kill my dog!"

Tongtong was momentarily confused: "Why would we kill your dog?"

Mrs. Chen’s tone was sure: "Because you are deliberately taking revenge!"

Xue Yuantong: "Then show your evidence?"

Mrs. Chen couldn’t find any evidence immediately, so she began playing with logic: "Why would you ask for evidence if you didn’t hit him? Asking for evidence shows that you did hit him."

Xue Yuantong still wanted to say something.

Beside him, Jiang Ning spoke, his tone devoid of any emotion, like calm sea water: "If we really wanted revenge, it would be you, not the dog."

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Chen felt a chilling shock, stepping back two steps.

Then, due to the fury of her injured pet, rage swept over once more: "It’s you, it’s you who took revenge!"

"Get out of my house." Jiang Ning said expressionlessly, contrasting with those who would irrationally resort to violence like street thugs; Mrs. Chen had to adhere to rules.

Thus he watched with mild interest, leisurely observing the opponent’s moves until finally, her prideful network of connections was completely shattered.

If facing lawless thugs, Jiang Ning estimated he might have crushed them long ago.

Mrs. Chen faced Jiang Ning’s gaze, afraid of being beaten, throwing a harsh word: "Just wait, I’ll find the most professional doctor to diagnose Doudou’s injuries. You all will bear the consequences!"

Mrs. Chen walked to the door, holding her poor Doudou.

Mr. Qian marveled: "What’s wrong with the dog?"

Mrs. Chen pointed at them, eyes malicious: "You are also culprits; no one can escape, all of you are going to jail!"