422: Questioned

Questioned

"Old... Old Master Jing?" Ah Hu asked in a trembling voice.1

"Oh my God, is this true? Am I dreaming?"Ah Si muttered as he gave himself a small slap.

Ah Mang asked, "Sister Xing, did you... kidnap Old Master Jing?"

Da Xiong nudged him, "What are you talking about? Why would Sister Xing kidnap Master Qi's father?"

I was speechless and I told Old Master Jing, "These are my people. They're a bit slow but they're good people."

The old man grinned. "There are benefits to a little slowness. They'll be loyal to you."

I smiled, "If they aren't loyal to me, why do I keep them around? To anger me?"

The old man laughed happily. "Nanxing, you're really an interesting person."

I rolled my eyes at him.

I realized that one should never suck up to Old Master Jing. He would suspect you of ulterior motive! The more you talked against him, the more he'd like you.

However, the old man's heart was also easily fragile, and you'd have to coax him.

Ah Hu was the first to react. He said in surprise, "Sister Xing, are you working together with Old Master Jing?"

Before I could say anything, Old Master Jing had already extended his thumb. "Very smart! Why would Nanxing say that you're slow? She's always bringing people down. Young man, do you know how to play Chinese chess?"

Ah Hu nodded numbly. "Yes, a little."

Old Master was immediately delighted. "Quickly come and play a game with me. I've been bored to death!" He took out the chessboard.

Tan Si was tongue-tied. "Old, Old Master, but your family has, has announced your death. They are divvying up your inheritance. Are you sure we should be playing chess?"

The old man set up the board. "It's alright. I'll buy the Jing Family back and give it to Nanxing as a betrothal gift. For now, they can do anything they want."

The four of them stared at me with wide eyes.

I spread my hands to express my feelings that I couldn't express.

...

Smith placed great importance on our contract signing. He invited the media to witness it. Under many spotlights, we finished and handed over the contracts to the other.

Suddenly, a reporter asked, "Miss Nanxing, people say that you've kidnapped Old Master Jing. Now, you've stolen the Jing Family's business deal. Does your conscience not hurt?"

Everyone turned to look at the person. The man was covered in a righteous aura. The crowd turned back to look at me.

I signed my name before turning to the reporters. When I saw their derisive faces, I smiled faintly.

"Sir, people say... Yes, indeed, people say. May I ask who these people are? You're a journalist. Do you not check your sources? What a shame to your profession."

The crowd stopped mumbling.

I smiled. There were still some sensible people in the crowd.

"And why would I have a guilty conscience? If everything you said is true, why didn't you call the police to arrest me?

"Robbery, murder, and business robbery are serious crimes. Shouldn't they be punished by actual law? Sir, am I right?"

I looked at the embarrassed man.

I handed the contact back to Smith and shook his hand again, "Mr. Smith, happy collaboration."

Smith frowned. "Nanxing, do you need my company to release a clarification for you?"

I shook my head gently. "Mr. Smith, an innocent person fears nothing. We don't need to waste time on these irrelevant people."

Smith smiled. "Nanxing, you're the most... interesting girl I've met."

I said, "Mr. Smith, are you sure you didn't mean to say the cruelest and most heartless?"

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