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Chapter 329: Chapter 327: Song Sinian Has Become More Clingy Than Before
Twenty years of dedicated care, all to be called abuse in Xia Wenjin’s mouth.
No matter what evidence they produced now to prove their past kindness to her, it couldn’t reverse public opinion.
On the contrary, it only gave Xia Wenjin a higher profile.
Xia Wenyan, with an air of pitiable helplessness, looked towards Xia Wenjue, Xia Wenqing, and Xia Wenmo, the three brothers, "Eldest brother, second brother, third brother, can you stop this woman? She’s really disgusting!"
They might not care about their reputation, but Xia Wenjin’s direct slinging of mud at them was just too revolting.
What was more revolting was that this matter also involved Lu Zhaozhao.
Just thinking about it made Xia Wenyan feel irritable.
If only Pei Huai were here, he could discuss it with him.
With Brother Pei around, any goblin or ghost would have to retreat!
Lu Zhaozhao, seeing the silence of the Xia brothers, knew they also had no idea how to counter Xia Wenjin.
After all, they hadn’t expected Xia Wenjin to be so shameless, to play the victim while revealing her identity.
Lu Zhaozhao took a deep breath and slowly asked, "What was Xia Wenjin’s behavior like before?"
Xia Wenmo was nearly the first to speak, "Not good. She used to think highly of herself when she was young, and would often bully girls in class who were prettier than her."
"That’s right. She even transferred schools twice before because of bullying," Xia Wenyan nodded in agreement, "and previously, to win first place in a drawing competition, she intentionally had thugs block third brother and smashed his hand."
When Lu Zhaozhao heard this, her brows furrowed instantly.
She knew that, for a painter, besides color perception, the hand was most important.
What Xia Wenjin did was clearly meant to destroy Xia Wenmo.
No wonder Xia Wenmo disliked Xia Wenjin so much. Now that Lu Zhaozhao knew this, she disliked the woman even more.
Xia Wenmo glanced at Lu Zhaozhao and saw her face turn somber; that’s when he raised his hand to rub her little head, "Stop thinking about it; it was a long time ago, and it doesn’t hurt anymore."
He vividly remembered how Lu Zhaozhao cried her eyes red every day during his last surgery.
He always felt that he did not have the talent to be a brother, even disliking the idea of having a sister or brother at home.
Until Lu Zhaozhao appeared, that’s when he understood the joy of being a brother.
Having a sister who had nothing but him in her eyes was truly a blessing.
Lu Zhaozhao’s eyes drooped, involuntarily gripping Xia Wenmo’s hand to look at it.
Thinking about how much her third brother had endured.
Lu Zhaozhao’s gaze fell upon the scars on Xia Wenmo’s fingers, and suddenly as if something clicked, "What did you guys do when Xia Wenjin used to cause trouble?"
Xia Wenmo’s chin tilted slightly upward, "Hand it over to eldest brother and second brother. If it could be settled with money, we paid; if not, we went through legal procedures before compensation."
Perhaps it was because Xia Wenqing and Xia Wenjue were too efficient at handling things that Xia Wenjin, other than occasionally apologizing, never really faced any substantial punishment, which might have emboldened her?
Lu Zhaozhao’s eyebrows slightly quirked up, "Then... do you still have the records or materials from those resolved issues?"
Her question instantly brightened the eyes of Xia Wenqing and Xia Wenjue.
"Right, how did I not think of that? Xia Wenjin is playing the victim now because she put herself in the victim’s position. If the public knew the ’victim’ was actually the aggressor..."
Xia Wenqing’s eyes excitedly turned towards Xia Wenjue as he spoke.
"Right now, when public sentiment is inflamed, whatever we say won’t be taken seriously. These next few days, it seems we’ll need to sort through our records and evidence."
They had previously sealed up these materials to protect Xia Wenjin, and now it seemed that there were advantages to sealing them up.
At least when they needed them, they were there.
Xia Wenmo and Xia Wenyan nodded in understanding.
Since Xia Wenjin was not playing fair, there was no need for them to go easy on her.
It was time for her to feel the storms they had blocked for her!
It was nearly 8 o’clock in the evening when Lu Zhaozhao returned to the villa where Song Sinian was staying.
Having been staying in a hotel recently, Lu Zhaozhao had almost forgotten what her home looked like.
Because she arrived back a bit late, Qian Hong and the others had already left.
Lu Zhaozhao changed her shoes and took off her coat then headed straight to the second-floor bedroom.
To her surprise, although the lights in the bedroom were on, Song Sinian was nowhere to be found.
She furrowed her brows in suspicion and took another trip to the study, only to find it empty as well.
She had no choice but to take out her phone and dial Song Sinian’s number, but she discovered his ringing phone in the dining room on the first floor.
Wearing slippers, she hopped over and just saw Song Sinian sitting in the dining room.
In front of him was a steaming pot, and it looked as if he was cooking something.
Their family normally had meals prepared by a chef in the kitchen and delivered to the dining room, so it was rare to see cooking utensils in the dining room.
This little cooking pot was actually something she had secretly bought and stashed in the dining room cupboard for sneaking late-night snacks.
Unexpectedly, Song Sinian had dug it out.
Lu Zhaozhao watched Song Sinian with a smile, feeling a little guilty as she asked, "Mr. Song, haven’t you had dinner?"
She had already told Song Sinian in advance that she would be going to the Xia Family to have dinner, so she hadn’t considered that Song Sinian might be hungry.
Song Sinian gave Lu Zhaozhao a look, noticing her guilty expression. His dark pupils lowered slightly, and he nodded gently.
He indeed hadn’t eaten dinner, but it wasn’t because Lu Zhaozhao had gone to the Xia Family; it was because he had only just finished work for the day.
He had come back late, and since Qian Hong had already left, he made his way to the kitchen.
Thinking of the little cooking pot that Lu Zhaozhao had previously used, he whimsically took it out.
And just before he had it open for long, Lu Zhaozhao returned.
"How about... I cook for you?" Lu Zhaozhao glanced at the ingredients Song Sinian had thrown into the pot, contemplating how to give Mr. Song of their household a hearty meal.
Song Sinian didn’t decline either, stepping aside to let Lu Zhaozhao pass.
She lifted her hand to open the pot lid, only to see two or three pieces of cut corn in the water. Her eyebrows raised—was he intending to make soup?
While she was still puzzled, the light above was suddenly obscured by a shadow, and her whole body was enveloped in it.
Shortly after, Song Sinian wrapped his arms around her from behind, affectionately burying his head in her neck.
Lu Zhaozhao chuckled lightly, raising her hand to rub the top of Song Sinian’s head.
Since the last time the two of them had a clear conversation, Song Sinian had become clingier than before.
Whenever they had the chance to be alone, Song Sinian would proactively come over for kisses and hugs and to lift her high.
As if he couldn’t kiss or hug enough, sticking close to her.
Lu Zhaozhao didn’t mind at all, after all, he was her husband. If she didn’t dote on him, who would?
