“Ah!”
As expected, a scream echoed throughout the living room.
But…
It was not Jian Xi’s voice, it was Qiao Yonghui’s!
“Let go!
Let go quickly, my hand’s going to break—”
Qiao Yonghui howled like a pig being slaughtered.
Somehow, Jian Xi had broken free from Qiao Yonghui’s grip and turned the tables, seizing Qiao Yonghui’s wrist instead.
Her fingers were slender, like tender scallions, yet possessed extraordinary strength—Qiao Yonghui felt as if his bones were about to shatter!
“My God—”
Song Jia and Qiao Jiaying’s eyes widened in disbelief—they simply couldn’t fathom that Qiao Yonghui was actually subdued by Jian Xi!
“What are you all standing around for?
Pull this girl off me!” Qiao Yonghui, his face turning purple with pain, roared.
“Oh!
Right!”
Song Jia and Qiao Jiaying hurried over to pull Jian Xi away.
“Xiao Xi, what are you doing, let go of your dad!”
“Are you trying to start a rebellion!”
Jian Xi suddenly lifted a leg, her foot stomping onto a footstool nearby.
Crack—
The plastic footstool met its heroic end.
Frightened, Song Jia and Qiao Jiaying shrank back, not daring to move any closer.
“You you you…”
“Call the police!
Call the police!” Qiao Yonghui shouted.
“You rebellious daughter!
I’m going to have the police arrest you!”
Song Jia immediately picked up the phone.
Qiao Jiaying, however, stopped her: “Mom, let’s not make a family issue so unsightly, ‘dirty linen should not be aired in public’.”
“Yingying…” Song Jia furrowed her brows, not understanding why her daughter would do such a thing, but still she gave up the idea of calling the police.
Qiao Yonghui’s complexion had turned a ghastly pale, large beads of sweat rolling down his forehead—he was in such pain!
When the pain reached a certain level, he stopped pleading for mercy!
All he could think about now was killing this girl!
How dare she do this to him!
A murderous gaze fixed on Jian Xi.
“Don’t look at me with those eyes, I might think that the one who made a move in the car was you.
After all…
President Qiao now looks too much like a murderer.” Jian Xi was not afraid at all.
Her hand, still clenching Qiao Yonghui’s wrist, could truly break it with just a little more force.
This subtle power was imperceptible to others, but Qiao Yonghui felt it deeply!
The daughter he had sent abroad, how could she possibly have such brute strength!
Was she naturally a Hercules?
“Xiao Xi!” Qiao Yonghui was both annoyed and angry, “How could your father kill you?
Have it investigated, investigate!
As soon as you find out, I’ll see justice done for you!”
“Fine then!”
Jian Xi hooked up the corners of her mouth, her smile cold as a blade.
An eighteen-year-old girl exuded such a thick aura of murder that it was daunting.
Song Jia swallowed nervously, “Xiao Xi, let’s talk this through calmly, let your dad go first, okay!”
“Hmph!”
Only then did Jian Xi loosen her grip.
As her force ebbed, Qiao Yonghui collapsed onto the ground, cradling what felt like a broken hand, lips quivering continuously with both pain and anger.
How he longed to kill this disobedient daughter!
But he couldn’t overpower her anymore…
Ah, a daughter grown is beyond a father’s control!
“Dad, are you okay?” Qiao Jiaying rushed forward to ask, concern in her voice.
Qiao Yonghui had no response.
Should he say that his own daughter had almost snapped his hand?
Too embarrassing!
“Husband, should we go to the hospital?” Song Jia asked, also distressed.
“No need.” Qiao Yonghui exhaled heavily, his gaze shifting to Jian Xi.
Jian Xi had her arms crossed, her eyes coldly fixed on him.
Such cold, knife-like eyes.
“Xiao Xi, what did you study abroad?” Qiao Yonghui asked.
“High school student, no major,” Jian Xi replied with a cold laugh, “However, I did take several martial arts courses.
Grappling, judo, taekwondo—I’ve learned them all.
Oh, and also shooting.”