newbobooks Chapter 163 The Good-for-Nothing × The Innocent Little Tyrant 2
Chapter 163 The Good-for-Nothing × The Innocent Little Tyrant 2
Just as the red-haired guy, who was the first to notice something was wrong, was about to run away, he suddenly tripped over something.
It turned out that the damn backpack strap had somehow gotten tangled around his ankle.
"Officer! They're robbing us!"
Ji Xiaosong cried and rushed towards the police car, her dirty school uniform covered in mud, blood seeping from a scrape on her elbow. "My mother is still waiting for surgery at the hospital..."
While giving his statement, the young policeman frowned as he looked at the medical report.
Apart from the bruise on his wrist, all the other injuries were old.
He looked up at the interrogation room. The girl on the other side of the glass was drinking hot water obediently, her hair falling down to cover her scars, as if his precise evasive maneuver that avoided all fatal wounds was just his illusion.
Outside the police station, Jiang Yao played with his phone and turned to leave.
The surveillance footage freezes on the moment he last looked back: in the reflection of the waterlogged alleyway, the girl's huddled figure and the cold light in her eyes shatter into thorny stars in the ripples.
"That's interesting. Everyone says that the eldest daughter of the Ji family is a good-for-nothing and an idiot, but I didn't expect her to be so unworthy of the name."
Inside the police station.
The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead as Ji Xiaosong sipped her drink from a disposable paper cup.
The steam from the hot water drifted over her lowered eyelashes, casting a blurry halo on the glass observation window.
Rongrong's voice suddenly exploded in my ear: "Your stepmother's people are here!"
The sound of high heels echoed down the corridor, as if someone was deliberately trying to break the tiles.
With a click, the manicured nails, adorned with rhinestones, pushed open the door. A gaunt woman in a black suit tossed a faded, old coat over, barely covering the burns on Ji Xiaosong's face.
"Young Miss is truly skilled."
Assistant Li pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, the jade pixiu pendant on the chain gleaming with a cold light. "Last week he broke the master's Song Dynasty teacup, and this week he caused a scene at the police station. Guess what message the master asked me to deliver?"
The mud-splattered sneakers made slight friction on the ground. Ji Xiaosong buried her face in her collar, revealing a section of the back of her neck with bruises.
This pose perfectly embodies both cowering and allows you to observe the other person through the gaps in the fabric.
"The master said that after the charity gala dinner tomorrow night, he will ask for family discipline."
The tip of a high heel suddenly kicked over a plastic stool, and as the woman bent over, she exhaled a strong perfume scent. "As for now, you should go back to your 'room' and reflect on your actions."
Upon hearing this reflection, Ji Xiaosong immediately knew that they wanted to lock him up in solitary confinement.
Inside the limousine outside the police station, the leather seats still smelled of his stepsister's rose perfume.
Ji Xiaosong huddled in the corner, listening to Assistant Li report to her father, Ji Fu, through a Bluetooth headset:
"Yes, we've already given the young lady a sedative... Don't worry, all the surveillance footage has been checked and adjusted. Those young punks were just playing a joke on the young lady. We won't sue them."
The neon lights flashing past the car window were like flowing blood, reflected in the girl's dark pupils.
"arrive."
Assistant Li dragged Ji Xiaosong by the arm toward the back door of the villa, the diamond-encrusted watch digging painfully into her skin.
Moonlight streamed through the west window on the third floor. Ji Xiaosong staggered and looked up, just in time to see her stepsister Ji Yao raising a glass of red wine and making a throat-slitting gesture towards her.
"Rongrong, can't I really kill them? I was robbed by thugs, and not only are they not helping me, they're also letting those thugs go?"
Ji Xiaosong sat in the dark room, lying lazily on the floor.
There was nothing in this room; the original owner of this body had been locked in here frequently since childhood.
"Murder is illegal, you must know that."
"Yes, I know. The original owner's mother is having surgery tomorrow and is waiting for this 50,000 yuan. Those thugs were most likely hired by Ji Yao. After all, apart from family members, no one else knows their exact whereabouts. And Ji Yao is the only one who can call the driver away."
Ji Xiaosong took out the bag she had secretly put into her spatial storage and, using her divine sense, saw what was inside.
The money is all there, but how do I deposit it tomorrow?
"Don't think about that for now. Focus on absorbing the original owner's memories. You've been out all day, dealing with thugs and running to the police station. You haven't had a chance to relax."
"Go, go, go."
Ji Xiaosong began to receive the memories.
The original owner was a good-for-nothing obedient girl, or more accurately, a good-for-nothing obedient girl who was forced to be raised from childhood.
The father rose to prominence thanks to the mother's family background and dowry. The first thing he did after making his first fortune was to have an affair with his current stepmother.
After Ji Yao came into the picture, Ji Fu, the father, simply killed the original owner's maternal family.
They really did poison him silently, making it look like he was sick.
The reason Ji Fu was able to do this was because he was a graduate of a medical university.
With the original wife's family gone, this simple-minded wife with little ability naturally either died or got a divorce.
Although the original owner's mother was simple-minded, she understood her situation.
To survive, she got a divorce.
In order to make the original owner of the body live a better life, she left the original owner of the body with Ji Fu.
Ji Fu originally didn't want this daughter of the original owner, since his later wife minded.
But when she thought of the original owner's breathtakingly beautiful face, she ultimately decided to stay.
What if it works?
But Ji Yao was unaware of this plan.
She had been jealous of the original owner of this body since she was a child, mainly because the original owner was both good-looking and academically excellent.
His articles, in particular, have won awards time and time again.
Therefore, from childhood to adulthood, Ji Yao often tripped up the original owner of this body.
If it weren't for Ji Fu protecting the original owner's face and body, the original owner would have been killed countless times already.
Although Ji Fu protected his original appearance very well, he was still inevitably injured by Ji Yao.
So I have some scars on my body.
This made Ji Fu less concerned about the original owner of the body recently.
Ji Yao seemed to have found a way to vent her anger. After being harassed by thugs, she took the original body to a bar and was raped.
She lost her innocence and was disfigured.
Aside from being beaten by Ji Fu, Ji Yao received no other punishment.
After recalling the original owner's life, Ji Xiaosong committed suicide after being raped by people in the bar.
He lived a miserable life.
Besides the lyrics left to the world.
The original owner of this body was a lyricist, but her writing never had a chance to be submitted.
Ultimately, the things he left behind after his suicide benefited Ji Yao.
She took the original owner's belongings and became a famous lyricist.
Ji Xiaosong took a few deep breaths and finally managed to calm herself down.
It's definitely not okay to let her continue being so pathetic; we need to come up with a reasonable solution.
"Rongrong, I still need to go to the hospital first thing tomorrow morning to pay Mom's medical bills, otherwise her surgery definitely won't be possible. I'll secretly use magic then, is that alright?"
"It should be possible, but you can't let anyone find out. Especially not your family, otherwise we won't be able to explain it."