Rebirth: Inheriting Millions In The Eighties
Chapter 142 It’s all in the past_1

Chapter 142: Chapter 142 It’s all in the past_1

"My dear heart! You mustn’t do anything foolish!" The moment the parents of the Xia family considered this possibility, they couldn’t sit still any longer and immediately rose from their stools.

Especially Mrs. Xia, who was running and wailing, her face creased with panic and fear.

Mrs. Xia and Xia Jiehao also hurried into the room.

When they arrived, Xia Ningxing twisted the doorknob, but it wouldn’t open.

"The door is locked," Xia Ningxing said.

Xia Jiehao immediately stepped forward to kick the door, "Bao’er, step aside, I’ll kick the door open."

"No need." While speaking, Xia Ningxing had already kicked the door.

She was so soft and delicate, seemingly as harmless as a little rabbit, and the kick appeared to lack strength; however, when it landed on the door, instantly—

"Bang!"

The door almost shattered, ready to turn into dust.

Everyone: "..."

If it had been any ordinary time, they would have been amazed, but at that moment, their eyes were fixed only on Xia Shufang hanging from the beam.

Her face was pale, her eyes open wide and eerie as if refusing to close in death, and her tongue sticking out a little.

"Shufang! My child! My child!" Seeing this horrifying scene, Mrs. Xia collapsed to the ground, smacking the floor in desperation and screaming herself hoarse, nearly fainting.

Old Mr. Xia and Xia Jiehao were also startled, but both men remained relatively composed. Along with Xia Ningxing’s help, they quickly took Xia Shufang down from the beam.

"She’s still breathing! Still breathing! Call an ambulance quickly!" Old Mr. Xia, with trembling fingers reaching to his daughter’s nose, burst into tears of joy when he realized there was still breath, and bellowed with all his strength.

Xia Jiehao quickly took out his brick phone and dialed emergency services.

At that moment, Xia Ningxing pointed to a spot on Xia Shufang’s head, a pressure point, and said to Mrs. Xia, "Mom, quick, press here hard, and she will wake up."

She had come across this in an ancient tome by chance; someone who was hanging, as long as there was a breath left, could be revived by pressing hard on this pressure point.

"Really?" Although Mrs. Xia was dubious, with a life at stake, she dared not delay and immediately pressed down on the acupoint Xia Ningxing had indicated.

About four or five seconds later, Xia Ningxing saw Xia Shufang’s eyelashes flutter, then she coughed, her brow furrowing in pain, her hands instinctively rubbing her suffocated neck.

Then, her eyes slowly opened, and she saw Mrs. Xia vigorously massaging her head, apparently trying to save her.

Moreover, the more Mrs. Xia pressed, the more distinctly she could feel her breathing become smoother.

Xia Shufang could now be sure that Mrs. Xia was indeed trying to save her.

But she had been so humiliated by her before, how could she still be willing to save her?

Xia Shufang felt an overwhelming surge of guilt and shame in an instant.

Xia Ningxing, watching the change, couldn’t help but slightly curl her lips; this was precisely why she herself didn’t do it, but let her mother do it.

She wanted her to feel guilty!

To get back at her for her previous verbal abuse!

Unable to contain her shame any longer, Xia Shufang hugged Mrs. Xia and apologized sincerely, "Lanzi, why did you save me after I cursed you like that..."

Her tears soaked through the clothes on her chest.

"It’s all right now, it’s all in the past," Mrs. Xia patted her back.

Indeed, Mrs. Xia had felt very angry and furious after being humiliated, even to the point of feeling heartbroken, but upon reflection, she thought that if she had been in that situation, facing her brother marrying a divorced woman, she probably wouldn’t have behaved any better than Xia Shufang had.