Supreme Heir Son-in-law
Chapter 90: Porcelain Bumping (Massive Release - 9)

Chapter 90: Chapter 90: Porcelain Bumping (Massive Release Chapter 9)

"It seems like Mengchen is not quite herself, let’s get her a doctor." Lin Mengyao pushed the car keys in front of Xu Ke and said to Li Lihua.

"Oh, alright, alright." At this moment, Li Lihua seemed to be brought back to her senses, nodding like a pecking hen, and the car issue was sidelined.

After breakfast, Xu Ke caught up with Lin Mengyao as she ran out, opened the car door diligently, invited her to get in, and said, "The house issue has been settled, let me take you to see it whenever you’re free."

"You decide." Lin Mengyao still couldn’t let go of the fact that Xu Ke was hiding something from her. Despite the fact that she had confided everything about herself to Xu Ke without any secrets, he did not reciprocate. This made Lin Mengyao feel unbalanced, and she couldn’t help being a bit cold towards Xu Ke.

"Then what kind of decoration style do you like? We can hire someone to redesign and renovate it."

"No need, you decide."

Xu Ke also knew what Lin Mengyao was upset about, but he couldn’t explain it to her. So, for the first time, the atmosphere between them turned silent. When Xu Ke parked the car at the entrance of Lin Group, Lin Mengyao almost jumped out of the car impatiently, leaving only a hurried silhouette for Xu Ke, who could only smile wryly.

Although Lin Mengyao didn’t express any opinions on the villa’s decoration, after more than three years of being together, how could Xu Ke not know her preferences?

After spending a few days finalizing the design drafts, the villa’s renovation began, but that was a matter for later. Right now, Xu Ke was driving on his way to work.

At the intersection, the red light turned on, and Xu Ke slowed down and stopped at the side of the zebra crossing, quietly waiting for the green light. Just then, a noisy sound came from diagonally behind.

Xu Ke glanced at the rearview mirror; it was a young girl in a goose-yellow dress with a bun hairstyle, and an elderly woman with silver-gray hair.

"I didn’t hit you at all, how can you accuse me like this?"

Mi Xue looked at the unreasonable elderly woman gripping her wrist, insisting that she had run her over, feeling extremely frustrated and angry inside.

She only got out of the car to help the unsteady elderly woman, fearing an accident, intending to safely escort her across the street. Little did she know, the woman clutched her wrist, turned hostile, and insisted she was the culprit of a hit-and-run, demanding compensation for her back pain.

Pah! Truly like the story of Lv Dongbin, where kindness is not recognized!

Mi Xue blushed with rage, cursing the shamelessness of the woman in her heart.

"I’m old and my family isn’t lacking money, why would I falsely accuse you? How can young people nowadays act like this? Clearly, you hit me yet won’t let me speak and then accuse me of slander! How can you be so unreasonable, not allowing me to tell the truth!" The elderly woman, eyes reddened, slapped her thighs with her hands, her voice old and slightly hoarse as she shouted.

The drivers stuck in traffic and unable to move looked at the well-dressed elderly woman, who indeed didn’t appear to be short of money. Her manner of speaking also made her seem educated, unlike someone who would lie.

In contrast, Mi Xue appeared fierce-looking, yet young and pretty, with a childlike face that made her appear just at the cusp of adulthood. Added to the bias against female drivers, she was instinctively labeled by onlookers as a young woman who secretly took her car, spoiled and willful, refusing to take responsibility after causing an accident. The surrounding crowd started pointing fingers at Mi Xue.

"You don’t seem too old; how could your character be so poor? You don’t look like someone of limited means. If you hit someone, you should apologize. The elderly woman doesn’t seem unreasonable either. Compensate her, go to the hospital, apologize quickly. How can we let the old lady remain injured because you’re stubborn?" One of the drivers reprimanded, pointing at Mi Xue.

"I’ll say it again, I didn’t hit anyone. Do you have evidence? Did you see me hit her to accuse me baselessly like this? Be careful, I might sue you." Mi Xue, eyes resembling grapes, angrily retorted with her hands on her hips.

"How can you be so unreasonable, young lady? They kindly advised you not to take a dark path, but you just don’t appreciate it. Instead, you’re threatening to sue them. You’re hopeless." Someone else shook their head at Mi Xue, looking at her with disdain.

Mi Xue, having been cherished and pampered growing up, was always met with admiration and envy. She had never been looked at with disdainful eyes before, and those looks felt like knives cutting through her heart, making her eyes instantly well up with grievance.

"You’re something else; you hit someone and didn’t apologize, and now you’re pretending to be pitiful to gain sympathy, making us seem like the villains. We dare not provoke you."

There were many bystanders who didn’t know the truth, but this didn’t stop them from forming opinions on Mi Xue based on what they heard, supplementing their image of her and criticizing her actions.

In just a few words, Mi Xue became a target of public criticism, while the elderly woman clutched her hand even tighter, even starting to cry, yet her accusations against Mi Xue did not cease.

"I’m this old and you’re smearing my name like this. What will I do if my neighbors find out? My back is about to break, and my family’s younger ones aren’t home; who will take care of me? You’re purposely bullying an old lady, trying to drive me to despair. What misfortune did I sow in my past life to encounter this? You won’t even let me live peacefully in my old age!" The elderly woman glanced at Mi Xue and cried aloud.

"I didn’t." Facing a crowd of accusing eyes, Mi Xue shed tears one after another.

"Even with the old lady like this, you’re stubborn out of pride! How can you be like this, girl? Quickly take her to the hospital!" Some in the crowd, with ulterior motives, were not persuaded by Mi Xue’s tears and loudly spoke to agitate the crowd, pressuring Mi Xue to drive the elderly woman to the hospital. Once they got Mi Xue isolated from the crowd, wouldn’t it be easy to demand whatever they wanted?

Some in the crowd, seeing Mi Xue growing more distressed, revealed a complacent smile.

"Does your car not have a dashcam? Wouldn’t it be clear whether you hit her?" Xu Ke got out of his car, crossed the crowd, and stood by Mi Xue’s side, saying with some bemusement.