Rebirth: Inheriting Millions In The Eighties
Chapter 84: Turning the Tables 2_1

Chapter 84: Chapter 84: Turning the Tables 2_1

"Lanzi, what are you retching for?" Xia Jianren frowned unhappily as he was suddenly pushed away. His eyes held displeasure, without a trace of concern.

"Nothing much, just an upset stomach..." Mrs. Xia lifted her head to look at him, her patience with his impatience wearing thin, and her heart growing colder.

She had been so foolish before, unable to see that the love once in his eyes had long since vanished.

Xia Jianren tried to appear concerned, "Are you feeling any better now? Can we go shopping?"

He was eager to proceed with his plans and hurry up the divorce!

Before answering him, Mrs. Xia glanced at Xia Ningxing, who was not far away.

After seeing Ningxing nod at her, she turned back to Xia Jianren, her expression indifferent, "Mm, let’s go."

"Let’s go, let’s go!" Seeing her agreement, Xia Jianren couldn’t hide his joy—his eyes and the corners of his mouth couldn’t conceal the delight, and he tried to link arms with her.

Just then, Xia Ningxing suddenly came walking over with small steps, her face lifted, gazing up at her mother imploringly, "Mommy, I want to go shopping with you too, may I?"

"Of course, you can."

The mother and daughter had long agreed that they would go together, so Mrs. Xia immediately agreed without hesitation.

However, Xia Jianren was not pleased. He glanced at Xia Ningxing with disdain and scolded, "What does a child like you need to follow for? You’re not allowed to go."

Since the incident with the perfume formula, his hatred for this daughter had peaked.

If he could strangle her to death, he would have done it directly!

Moreover, he couldn’t allow her to get in the way!

"Mommy..." Xia Ningxing pouted, appearing greatly aggrieved, tears beginning to well up in her eyes as she clung tightly to Mrs. Xia’s clothes without letting go.

"Bao’er, be good, don’t cry." Knowing full well her beloved daughter was acting, Mrs. Xia still couldn’t help feeling heartache.

At that moment, her fingers clenched tighter, and the look she gave Xia Jianren turned a few degrees colder, her tone resolute, "If Bao’er isn’t going, then I won’t go either."

This made Xia Jianren furrow his brows even more. Without her, how could he carry out his plan!

After glaring at Ningxing again, Xia Jianren finally relented, "Fine, let’s all go."

After all, she was just a nine-year-old child; he would have ways to distract her when the time came.

Having achieved her goal, the corners of Ningxing’s lips slightly lifted as she held her mother’s hand, "Mommy, let’s go then."

The pedestrian street.

After browsing for a while, Xia Jianren took a bottle of water from his bag with feigned concern, "Lanzi, you must be thirsty after walking so long. Here, drink some water."

Mrs. Xia, noticing the excitement in his eyes, understood immediately—there was something wrong with the water.

"Thank you." She took it calmly, her fingertips squeezing the bottle turning slightly pale.

Just as she was about to drink, she suddenly moved the bottle away from her lips, and looked straight at him with almond-shaped eyes, "Xia Jianren, do you really want me to drink this water?"

Her body trembled slightly, her eyes misted with water but still holding onto a last sliver of hope.

Perhaps! Perhaps he was still decent!

Xia Jianren was feeling incredibly guilty at that moment and didn’t dare to meet her gaze.

He turned his head slightly away, his expression a bit unnatural. Clearing his throat, he said, "Of course! Aren’t you thirsty?"

Lin Lan, don’t blame me for being ruthless. Blame yourself for trusting the wrong person!

Only by doing this could he gain the upper hand, and force her not to dare ask for a single penny from him after the divorce.