Chapter 42 The queen of black material is a social fear 16
Jinse narrowed her eyes, placed Jing Shu's trembling hand into a fist, and gently opened his fingers one by one.
Sure enough, in just a short while, Jing Shu's palms had several deep nail marks.
Jinse frowned, looked at the middle-aged man warily, and asked softly:
"Is this your dad?"
Jing Shu's eyes overflowed with hatred, like a cheetah ready to attack when faced with danger. He said from the depth of his throat: "Yeah."
Xu Shi saw that Jin Se didn't move, so Jing Chen took a few steps forward. Under the mottled tree shadows, his face had different shades of color and a strange smile hung on his mouth.
As he got closer, he could still see a long scar from his left eyebrow to his right face.
The scar is almost the same as the skin color on the face. It looks like it is very old at first glance, but it still hangs ferociously on the face. From this, one can imagine the seriousness of this scar at the beginning.
He didn't walk fast and kept staring at Jinse, as if he wanted to put psychological pressure on Jinse.
Step by step, the distance between several people is getting closer and closer.
A fierce look flashed in Jingchen's eyes, but the smile on his face remained unchanged.
"Twelve years, three months and five days, I remember it clearly. Every day, I want to see you."
Jinse's hand tightened again. With quick eyesight and quick hands, she handed Jing Shu her other hand up before he clenched his fist.
The slender and tender little hands were like ropes, tightly wrapping her fingers.
At the same time, Jing Shu moved and wanted to rush over.
Jinse grabbed his waist, stopped him calmly, took a step forward, and sneered:
"I haven't seen you now. Let's go. You can go on your way in peace."
"You are still as disobedient as before," Jingchen's voice was cold.
Jinse smiled, said nothing, and watched the other party's performance quietly.
Frowning, a look of doubt flashed across Jingchen's face, which was quickly replaced by enthusiasm.
"It was only after I came out that I realized that you had become the best actor after not seeing me for more than ten years."
"Look, it was the right thing for me to let you enter the entertainment industry."
As he spoke, he looked Jin Se up and down, focusing on her accessories and Jing Shu next to him. He whistled and nodded:
"It seems that after becoming an actor, you will earn a lot of money, and even the actresses will change their careers."
Jingchen smiled again and stretched out his palms upward: "Now that Dad is down and out and penniless, it's time for you to show filial piety."
The waist under his hand was tense, Jinse gently patted Jing Shu's waist to comfort him, and then stabilized his mood.
She lowered her eyes and looked at the man whose head was half lower than hers, without any emotion in her eyes.
"Uncle, who are you? You recognized your son when he came up. You also said that we haven't seen him for more than ten years, so he is most likely to be impersonated."
"Although I love doing charity, I can't raise just any cat or dog."
Jingchen took a few steps quickly, raised his palm and hit Jinse on the face.
Jinse wanted to avoid it, but when she saw the camera not far above the two of them, she just turned her head and let Jingchen's hand pass her face.
Seeing Jinse being beaten, Jingshu almost couldn't control himself and jumped up.
Jinse grabbed his hand, raised an eyebrow at Jingchen, and glanced at a corner.
"Go over there and say it."
Jingchen did not doubt that he was there, and threatened him as he walked: "You are a public figure now. You should know what the consequences will be if you don't support your parents and are exposed by the media, right?"
Jinse agreed with a smile: "Yes, everything you said is right, I know."
Jingchen nodded with satisfaction: "Twelve years ago, if you had been as good as you are now, then Juan'er wouldn't have..."
boom!
"Ah! How dare you hit me, I am your father!"
Jinse kept waving his fists: "I'm beating you for being such an unkind father."
Jingchen turned around to resist, with a fierce look on his face: "Aren't you afraid that I will expose you to the media? Ouch!"
Before he finished speaking, Jinse punched Jingchen again, causing him to scream in pain.
Jinse punched one after another, picking out the areas that hurt but left no scars, with a relaxed smile on his face.
"Go and expose yourself. Free popularity is not in vain if you don't use it."
At the end of the fight, Jingchen huddled in the corner and stopped talking.
Jin Secai called the doorman at the villa area.
"How do you implement security in your villa area? How do you ensure the safety of the residents when everyone is allowed in?"
After a while, several security guards ran over, and the security captain in charge apologized:
"Mr. Jing, I'm sorry, this old gentleman said he was your father, so we..."
Jinse curled her lips and pointed at Jingchen, who was still huddled in the corner.
"Then we can't let him go. Are there not many relatives who turn against each other these days? Look, I didn't even lift a finger on him. He just cowered there, just wanting to touch me."
Several security guards looked at each other. This man looked like he had really been beaten...
Jinse raised her eyebrows and said innocently: "Look, even you don't believe me, let alone the media outside, they just like to make false claims..."
The security captain stepped forward and grabbed Jingchen: "Mr. Jing, you were frightened. Let's ask him out."
Jinse nodded and watched them escort Jingchen away.
Before leaving, Jingchen turned around, his eyes full of cruelty, and the corners of his mouth curved into a bloodthirsty arc.
Silent threat.
Jinse didn't show any signs of weakness, and waved her hand to tell Jingchen to be brave and do it without leaving any traces of ink.
After Jingchen and others were completely invisible, the two of them returned home.
The whole journey was silent, Jing Shu's mood was low and he didn't say a word.
As soon as he entered the house, Jinse's cell phone rang.
As soon as the call was connected, the agent's roar sounded in their ears.
"Jingshu, look at the good things you have done!"
Jinse plucked his ears, feeling a little embarrassed.
"I like to do good things for people, show some love when I have nothing to do, do charity and so on, but there is no need to be so excited, why don't I call you specifically to thank you?"
The agent's voice rose another octave.
"I thank you? I thank you for eight generations of ancestors!"
"Look, you're too polite," Jinse thought for a while, but couldn't come up with any results, so he said bluntly, "I can't find where to bury all the eight generations of ancestors. How about you replace them with five generations, and I'll get one for you."
Minato."
Like a duck being strangled by the throat, the agent suddenly became speechless. It took him a long time to find his voice, and he hesitated to speak.
"You...you are me, right?"
It seems like the teasing has gone too far.
A smile flashed in Jinse's eyes, she glanced at Jing Shu, whose air pressure was gradually returning, and said seriously:
"You can't even recognize my voice?"
The agent was inexplicably relieved, but he also hated the fact that iron cannot become steel.
"Tell me about you. Ever since you met Chu Jinse, you have to cause a lot of scandals for a powerful actor."
"You have had more scandals in the past few days than all the scandals put together since you debuted."
"I don't know what charm Chu Jinse has that makes you willing to bear the pressure of being criticized by the entire Internet to clear her name."
She has no charm, so she just uses her body to impress Jing Shu.
Jinse interrupted him: "Tell me, what do you want from me?"