Rebirth: He Decides to Lie Flat
Chapter 329 - 329 326 Betrayed by a Friend

Chapter 329: Chapter 326 Betrayed by a Friend Chapter 329: Chapter 326 Betrayed by a Friend Perhaps because she was going hiking, Hong Jing wore a white sports short-sleeved shirt today, with matching sports shorts down below, her long, straight legs especially eye-catching. After getting drenched by the heavy rain, her slender upper body was also outlined distinctly clear.

At this moment, the second brother finally understood why his elder brother didn’t want Jiajia to wear shorts—the girls with pretty, long legs really suffer too much!

Just look at the jerk following behind Hong Jing, constantly leaning into her and repeatedly placing his hand on her shoulder, which she threw off again and again. Being in a hurry because of the rain and constantly having to fend off the pervert’s wandering hands, Hong Jing stumbled. Seizing the opportunity, the man stepped forward, grabbed her shoulders, and yanked her back into his arms.

Damn…

The second brother floored the gas pedal and quickly turned the steering wheel to the right, swiftly cutting to the front right.

“Hong Jing!”

After the yellow off-road vehicle pulled closer to the side of the road, it screeched to a halt, and then the second brother pressed down the passenger side window and shouted loudly outside.

Struggling to get out of the man’s embrace, Hong Jing looked up sharply. When she saw who was calling her, she pushed the man away and sprinted towards the car.

By the time the man reacted, Hong Jing had already opened the passenger door of the Great Wall.

“Hong Jing, my car is right up ahead…”

The man chased after and shouted, but Hong Jing had already gotten into the car and quickly shut the passenger window. Then, she turned to the second brother and said, “Go, quick!”

As she spoke those two words, her lips trembled uncontrollably, not sure if it was from the cold after being drenched by the rain, or from anger due to that man’s earlier actions.

The second brother drove away. Through the rearview mirror, he saw the man staring sullenly at the rear of his car.

He turned the air conditioning in the car down to the lowest, his eyes fixed on the road ahead, and said to Hong Jing, “There are towels and blankets in the backseat. Put the seat down and go to the back.”

Hong Jing was soaked to the skin, and although it was summer, the air conditioning in the car made her shiver uncontrollably as soon as she got in.

Without standing on ceremony with the second brother, she reclined the passenger seat and crawled to the back, first wiping her hair and body with a towel, then wrapping herself in the blanket. Once she was a bit warmer, she let out a long breath as if she had finally come back to life.

The second brother concentrated on driving, asked no questions, and did not glance at her. The car was supremely quiet for a while, with only the sound of the heavy rain pattering against the windshield and the roof.

But at that moment, Hong Jing’s phone, which was in her backpack, suddenly rang. Startled, she reached for her bag from the passenger side, pulled out the phone, and as soon as she saw the name on the caller ID, her eyes flashed with anger.

She pressed the answer button, and before she could speak, she heard the anxious voice of the woman on the other end, “Hong Jing, where have you gone? How can you just get into someone’s car in such heavy rain? Do you know how worried Mr. Liang is? Tell me where you are, and we will come to pick you up.”

“Pick me up?” Hong Jing sneered, “Qiu Xiaolan, wasn’t it all part of your plan to lose track of me? For me to be alone with Mr. Liang and then to get into his car…”

Hong Jing’s eyes seared red with fury. On her way down the mountain just now, she’d barely avoided being completely taken advantage of. If she had been really dragged into Mr. Liang’s car, what might have happened was frightening to consider. And while there seemed to be many people on the road, all were hurriedly pushing onward, and in such heavy rain, who would pay attention to your plight?

So if she hadn’t happened to encounter Xiaotie, today she might have…..

Tears slipped from Hong Jing’s eyes as she growled into the phone, “Qiu Xiaolan, you’d better not show your face in front of me ever again, or I can’t guarantee what I’ll do.”

After hanging up, she violently threw her phone into her bag, then bowed her head and covered her face, as tears burst forth uncontrollably.

Listening to the suppressed sobs from the back seat, Lao Er finally understood that she had been betrayed by a friend!

Lao Er slowed down the car, and once Hong Jing’s crying subsided somewhat, he asked, “Your friend, has it been many years?”

Hong Jing was actually quite capable of controlling her emotions, but she was just twenty years old, and the day’s events were so vile and contemptible that she couldn’t help but lose control of her emotions in front of Lao Er.

Now that she had calmed down, she felt much more composed.

“Yes, she was my middle school classmate. I studied in Beijing until the first year of high school, then I moved to North City with my dad when he was transferred. We’ve kept in touch all these years, and I’ve always considered her a close friend. I never expected her to…”

Just thinking about it made Hong Jing tremble with anger.

Some time ago, she invited her out to dinner, where her boyfriend and some other friends were present. Noticing there were many men, all of whom she didn’t know, and one kept staring at her, she felt uncomfortable and chose not to go to KTV with them after dinner, going straight home instead.

Before going hiking today, she specifically asked her if it was just the two of them and two other middle school female classmates, and she said yes. If she had known that guy surnamed Liang would be there, she definitely wouldn’t have come.

She truly hadn’t expected a friend of seven years to sell her out.

“Xiaotie, I really want to thank you for today!”

As they neared Hong Jing’s residential area, she sincerely thanked Lao Er.

After a moment of thought, Lao Er asked her, “Hong Jing, don’t think I’m meddling too much, but are you really going to let today’s incident go just like that?”

From her phone call with Qiu Xiaolan earlier, it seemed so.

Hong Jing furrowed her brow in deep thought, then helplessly said, “Other than cutting ties, what else can I do? I certainly won’t contact her anymore. As for Mr. Liang, his family is quite influential. My dad has only recently been transferred back here, and he’s at a crucial stage in his career. I don’t want to cause him any trouble.”

Lao Er couldn’t help but click his tongue. Beijing really is a tricky place, everywhere you go you bump into officials or their connections. You can’t even vent your anger without holding back, it’s so frustrating.

“Alright then, but I still suggest you tell your parents when you get home. Whether it’s Qiu Xiaolan’s family or the Liangs, in the end, your dad should know about it,” he advised.

Hong Jing’s father was Auntie Li’s direct nephew. Lao Er had seen him once when he came to Xinyu to deliver something to Auntie Li—an elegant and cultured middle-aged man. However, Lao Er was not sure about his character or how much he doted on Hong Jing.

But this reminder from Lao Er did make Hong Jing think. Although Qiu Xiaolan’s father worked in a different department than hers, the two departments were linked and both under a higher authority. Most importantly, Qiu Xiaolan’s father did not hold as high a position as her father.

Thus, Hong Jing, who initially wanted to keep the incident to herself, recounted everything that happened to her parents as soon as she got home. The next day, Lao Er received cordial greetings from Hong Jing’s mother, who bought him a bunch of fruits and drinks.

As for how the matter was resolved afterward, Hong Jing told him during a meal they had together that her mother, unable to contain her anger, had gone to Qiu Xiaolan’s house and slapped her twice in front of her parents. Though her father wasn’t Qiu Xiaolan’s father’s direct superior, he still had some influence. Consequently, Qiu Xiaolan’s father was having a hard time of it.