Chapter 4 If it really doesn’t work, you can take a break

Author: 月号号

Chapter 4 If it really doesn’t work, you can take a break

"You don't listen to dissuasion, you don't have a brother, you forcefully argue, you do nothing all day long, and you are sharp-tongued. Where have you learned the etiquette and rules in these years?"

"Etiquette rules?" Shi Chaochao looked at the middle-aged man standing at the railing on the second floor, narrowed his eyes slightly, and twitched the corners of his mouth, "Didn't you fire my etiquette teacher a long time ago?"

"Besides, I think father, you should familiarize yourself with the law first.

At this height and weight, if I had reacted just a little slower, it would have been a murder."

She avoided the scattered pieces and slowly went upstairs. "My father was so sure that I came back late at night and must have been fooling around with men outside."

"Are you trying to tell me that the reason why you came home late tonight was to help the police arrest the suspect?"

Shi Chaochao was slightly stunned,

Seeing her look like this, Shi's father sneered: "What? You really plan to say that! I think you really do everything for vanity.

You want to take credit just because you look like Ming Yue, how could our family raise such a shameless person like you!"

The more he talked, the angrier he became, and he grabbed another inkstone.

Shi Chaochao caught a glimpse of this action and said unhurriedly: "According to our country's criminal law, intentional homicide is punishable by life imprisonment or a fixed-term imprisonment of more than ten years. How do you want to go to jail?"

With such a light word, Shi's father was so angry that his veins were beating, "You evildoer! I killed your mother when you were born, and now I want to curse your father. You shouldn't have been allowed to live in the first place."

"Simple popularization of science is also regarded as a curse. Father, your room for improvement in legal thinking is really as high as the sky.

In addition, irritable people are prone to sudden death.

I suggest you write your will first, otherwise your favorite adopted daughter Song Mingyue won’t get a penny."

Shi's father almost died of anger at this sentence. He picked up and put down the inkstone in his hand, and the movement continued until Shi Chaochao walked into the room.

"You want to rebel, right?

If I had known today, I should have let you go with your mother!"

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Shi Jing's figure entering the door. Shi's father's expression calmed down slightly and his tone softened:

"How are you preparing for Mingyue's birthday party tomorrow?

After so many years, it’s time to celebrate her birthday in a glorious way, and with what’s happening in the entertainment industry today, make good use of the popularity and strive to bring maximum benefits to the company.”

Shi Jing was stunned, then nodded: "I understand.

But father, Shi Chaochao has changed a lot this time, I'm wondering if it will be possible."

"You want to say that she has become valuable?" Shi's father sneered: "Can the mud still hold up the wall? I feel like a waste of air for a person like this who has no role in the family at all."

The conversation between the two was not concealed at all. Shi Chaochao heard it clearly and became even more determined to leave this smoky home.

If I continue to stay here, I don’t know how much cynicism and cynicism I will face.

It's better to move out and find a small house, where you can be alone, free and happy.

But the original owner didn't make much money in the first place, and he foolishly handed it all over to that PUA man Ding Mu. If he left now, he would have no choice but to squat under the bridge and suffer miserably.

Make enough money first before running away!

Shi Chaochao thought about it and opened the wardrobe. There were many styles in it, but they were all pure white, and without exception they were Song Mingyue's favorite style.

After the original owner truly felt the alienation from his family for the first time, he went to Song Mingyue for advice.

Song Mingyue held her hand and talked for a long time, and later used words to induce her from time to time, giving the original owner a feeling that as long as her style was similar to hers, everyone would like her again.

Later, Song Mingyue took advantage of the opportunity to be generous and gave her old clothes to the heroine, leaving a special psychological hint.

I would give up even my favorite clothes for you, only I am the best to you.

The original owner stupidly accepted it and couldn't help but feel excited, thinking that Song Mingyue was really a good person.

Little did he know that in the eyes of his brother and father, he had already shown his temper and taken possession of his adopted daughter's things.

This behavior ultimately had the opposite effect. Instead of figuring out the real reason, the original owner, under Song Mingyue's hint, attributed the fault to his insufficient imitation.

Later, I became obsessed with it, not only my dressing style, but also my eating habits and speaking methods.

The two of them were originally two completely different types. If they tried to imitate them, not only did they fail to achieve their goals, but they became modern versions of the same thing and became a topic of after-dinner conversation.

Shi Chaochao casually took out one and looked at the tag. It was exactly six digits, no more, no less.

It's ugly but that doesn't make it expensive.

"Wear all white all day, you are going to a funeral."

I don't know when Shi Jing appeared at the door, holding a box in his hand, raising his eyelids, and lazily looked at the dress in Shi Chaochao's hand.

"Tomorrow night, my father will hold a birthday party for Ming Yue. You don't plan to wear this thing out."

"If you don't think it's embarrassing, I do."

"Hey, a customer ordered an evening dress. She didn't want it because she thought the size was wrong. It wouldn't be sold anyway, so I can bring it back to you."

Shi Chaochao glanced at the dress thrown on the bed by Shi Jing,

It is a bright and eye-catching red dress. It is different from the original owner's previous dressing style, but it suits her very well.

I brought you something in good condition, but it has been worn?

Shi Chaochao glanced at him a few more times suspiciously,

"What are you looking at! What's so surprising about recycling waste? Let me tell you, people who have no value at all are not worthy of being members of the Shi family."

"Okay, just leave this thing here anyway, you can do whatever you like with it."

Boom~

The door was closed heavily, Shi Chaochao frowned,

Tsundere?

But it doesn’t matter if it’s true or not, since I will be moving out soon anyway, so I wouldn’t have any intersection with him under normal circumstances.

Putting the dress on the hanger, she took a shower and quickly went to bed.

My body is very tired, but my mind is so clear.

Everything that happened today passed before his eyes like a revolving door, and then stopped on that beautiful side face. Shi Chaochao couldn't help but start to think about it.

With a person like him who is indifferent and sultry, there is a high probability that when he is messed up, he will suppress the slight gasp that escapes from the corner of his lips and look at him with a confused look that doesn't know what to do or can't bear it.

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Then through some seemingly inadvertent actions, it hints what to do next.

On the surface, he is forced to bear it, but on the inside, he secretly dominates everything.

Oh my god, it feels so exciting!

But why can't he?

When she makes money and becomes a rich woman in the future, she must find a way to take him for treatment. If it doesn't work, give him a fake one. Now that medicine is so advanced, how can Nuwa's graduation be no different?

You must not waste natural resources!
Chapter completed!