Rebirth: Inheriting Millions In The Eighties
Chapter 548 - 546: Scheme within a Scheme 2_1

Chapter 548: Chapter 546: Scheme within a Scheme 2_1

Heh heh!

Indeed, retribution does not come unless the time is right!

Mrs. Jiang’s heart was filled with satisfaction, failing to notice the head’s face sinking slightly.

"Jiang, there might be some kind of misunderstanding. I simply can’t believe that Xia and her people are spies. It’s not over until it’s over; we can’t make rash decisions!" Mrs. Song couldn’t stand it anymore and stepped forward to speak for Xia Ningxing and her companions.

Mrs. Jiang exploded like a lit firecracker, pointing her finger at Mrs. Song: "The evidence is conclusive, and yet you speak of misunderstanding? Misunderstanding my foot! You actually defend spies, I think you’re in cahoots with them, all spies!"

"I, I didn’t," Mrs. Song’s gentle face immediately streaked with tears, looking pitifully wronged.

But no one saw her fingers, hanging at her sides, clenching slightly—an obvious sign of guilt.

"Mrs. Jiang, how could someone as good as Mrs. Song be a spy? Don’t talk nonsense."

Everyone in the research institute knew of Mrs. Song’s character, and now they spoke up in her defense.

"That’s right, you can’t just slander people without proof!"

"I can’t be bothered with you all!" Mrs. Jiang snorted coldly and strutted away.

She even hummed a tune as she left, clearly in high spirits.

But as the saying goes, those who gloat at misfortune—misfortune, misfortune...

"Ouch!"

A cry of pain was heard as Mrs. Jiang fell at her own doorstep in an embarrassing, face-down posture, having knocked out two of her front teeth.

"My teeth, my teeth, aah aah aah, my teeth!" Mrs. Jiang covered her bleeding mouth, howling in pain. Because of the missing teeth, the sounds she made were indescribably funny.

The onlookers couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

Mrs. Jiang was so mortified she wished she could crawl into a hole.

"What are you laughing at? Am I more ridiculous than the spies?" In order not to become the laughingstock, Mrs. Jiang quickly shifted the topic, bringing the issue of Xia Ningxing and her companions to the fore.

No sooner had she finished speaking, than she bit her tongue.

"Oww, oww, oww!"

Mrs. Jiang’s face turned blue with pain, and she was almost ready to roll on the ground in agony.

This made everyone laugh even harder.

Spies are hateful, but clearly, Mrs. Jiang was no gem herself—everyone’s heart was clear on that!

...

The matter of the spies caused a huge uproar within the research institute.

But the next day, Xia Ningxing was released.

It turned out that her fingerprints were not on the typewriter, and Mrs. Song even testified for her, explaining that she had been preoccupied with her pregnancy every day, thus temporarily exonerating Xia Ningxing from suspicion.

As for Nanny Wu and Lu Tingli, their fingerprints were still undergoing confirmation tests.

After leaving the detention room, Xia Ningxing shed tears continuously, obviously unwilling to leave, insisting on chasing after the head and asking, "Head, how are Lu and Nanny Wu now? May I see them? They absolutely cannot be spies, definitely not spies."

Since they had been separated during detainment, Xia Ningxing did "not know" their situation.

Right now, her entire face was crumpled with worry, and her eyes were swollen like ruined walnuts from crying.

The head glanced at her, and then at Mrs. Song, and couldn’t help but sigh, "Comrade Xia, I’m sorry, but I really can’t let you see them right now. But rest assured, until it is confirmed that they truly are spies, the institute will take good care of them."

"Go back now, the weather is cold, and you’re still carrying a child." After waving weakly at her, the head turned and quickly walked away, as if eager to avoid further entanglement.

"Chief!"

Xia Ningxing, unwilling to give in, tried to follow.

Mrs. Song, with red-rimmed eyes, quickly pulled her back. "Xia, don’t make it difficult for the chief. He surely would have helped you meet your partner if he could."

Xia Ningxing sobbed, hanging her head as she walked back, crying bitterly as if intending to drain all the tears of her lifetime.

However, inside her heart: Ah, this homemade eyedrop works wonders; can’t stop the tears.

In the future, I must strongly recommend it to actors in the troupe who can’t cry on cue.

"Don’t cry, don’t cry, crying will affect the child in your womb," Mrs. Song couldn’t help but wipe her tears, her face full of sympathy.

"Right, crying will affect the child; I mustn’t cry. I’ll listen to you, Sister," said Xia Ningxing, as if scared something might happen to the child, and quickly tried to stop her tears.

"Sister, thank you for being willing to testify for me. Now, it seems, you’re the only one daring to help. Everyone else seems to see us as a scourge."

Xia Ningxing, her previous coldness gone, gratefully grabbed her hand and spoke.

She gripped her hand tightly, as if clinging to the last straw of her life.

Mrs. Song didn’t question her sudden change in emotion; after all, with what had happened, it was normal for her state of mind to be affected.

Her gaze flickered twice, but her face betrayed no clue as she choked up and patted her hand, "No need to thank me, it’s the least I can do."

Hearing this, Xia Ningxing maintained a poker face, but inside she couldn’t help but sneer.

Act!

Keep acting!

Let’s see who’s more powerful, her or me, the award-winning actress!

After returning to the room, Mrs. Song poured her a basin of warm water and washed a towel before personally wiping her face, "You’ve cried for so long, a warm towel on your eyes will feel better."

"Thank you, Sister," said Xia Ningxing, accepting the towel. "But let me do it. I’m a little uncomfortable with someone else washing my face."

Especially someone like her.

Xia Ningxing silently added a few words in her heart.

Mrs. Song didn’t notice anything unusual, nodded, and let her be.

Once she had finished wiping her face, Mrs. Song took the towel and, while rinsing it out, looked up and comforted her, "Xia, take good care of yourself. Don’t be too sad. I believe your partner and Mrs. Wu certainly won’t come to harm."

"Thank you for your kind words, Sister. I hope they really are alright," Xia Ningxing’s voice choked up again as her gloomy eyes stared at the sky outside.

But the bad news still came.

One day, Mrs. Song entered the courtyard of Xia Ningxing’s home with reddened eyes, stopping short of speaking.

"Sister, what’s wrong?" Seeing her like this, the already anxious Xia Ningxing quickly approached, realizing something was amiss. She pressed further, "Sister, is there news about my partner and Nanny Wu?"

"Xia, I..." Mrs. Song clearly wanted to say something, but after her lips moved, she couldn’t utter a word and just kept wiping away her tears.

"What exactly happened?" Xia Ningxing, frantic as an ant on a hot pan, urged for an answer.

At that moment, Mrs. Jiang from next door, overhearing their conversation, stood on tiptoe and craned her neck, mocking Xia Ningxing, "Yo, the big star doesn’t know? Your man and your housemaid are about to be executed!"

Ha ha ha!

How refreshing!

Truly refreshing!!