The Reborn Aristocrat’s Daughter
Chapter 690: Beaten Beyond Recognition (2)_1

Chapter 690: Chapter 690: Beaten Beyond Recognition (2)_1

However, he didn’t know what had made his boss so unhappy. He hadn’t even considered that this matter might be connected to his lover.

Xia Yujie didn’t respond to Qiu Jian’s words. In fact, since Qiu Jian entered, Xia Yujie hadn’t glanced at him once. It wasn’t until Manager Song and the security from Broadway escorted An Ting in that Xia Yujie finally turned to look at Qiu Jian. "Qiu Jian, do you recognize this person?"

Qiu Jian didn’t expect that his boss had summoned him in such a hurry just to identify someone. He didn’t understand what his boss was up to, but he was wary of crossing him; no matter how many questions he had, he had to suppress them. He turned to look at the person being brought in.

As soon as Qiu Jian turned, he saw a face mangled beyond recognition. Just as he was about to say, "How can he tell who it is with the face ruined like this," the bloodied person cried out to him, "Ah Jian, it’s me, it’s An Ting. You must stand up for me, my face is ruined by them." Just now, An Ting, who had been escorted out, had seen her own reflection. She had already been overwhelmed and fainted once.

An Ting, struck by the devastation of her disfigured face, saw her lover Qiu Jian and instantly grasped at him like a lifeline, struggling to throw herself into Qiu Jian’s arms.

Obviously, upon seeing Qiu Jian, An Ting forgot how terrible her ruined face looked. Her usual movement, now rendered completely differently, produced an entirely different outcome.

When An Ting lunged at him, Qiu Jian instinctively dodged. If it hadn’t been for the security guards next to An Ting catching her in time, she would have fallen flat on the floor.

"Your face, your face..." Qiu Jian looked at An Ting’s face in horror, unable to complete a single sentence.

An Ting felt thoroughly wounded by Qiu Jian’s instinctive avoidance. It was Qiu Jian’s reaction that reminded her of her mutilated face. "Ah Jian, you must avenge me. It’s this bitch, it’s her, she ruined my face."

No one present had expected An Ting to throw mud at Situ Xin. Considering Baibai’s swift action, aside from Situ Che, Loo Jie, and Xia Yujie who knew Baibai’s capabilities, everyone else was clueless about what had injured An Ting’s face. Clearly, no one believed Situ Xin was responsible for the injury.

Because from beginning to end, everyone had seen that Situ Xin had never even been close to An Ting.

"Miss An, you should be careful with your words, don’t falsely accuse others," said Situ Xin, holding Baibai and looking coldly at An Ting, who seemed like a clown jumping through hoops, without the anger they had imagined from her.

An Ting knew herself that it wasn’t Situ Xin who had injured her face; in fact, it wasn’t even a person, and she hadn’t seen what it was clearly. Dissatisfied in her heart and upon seeing the pet in Situ Xin’s arms, she analyzed the situation again and concluded that it must have been Situ Xin’s pet that scratched her face. "How am I falsely accusing anyone? Just look at my face. It’s obvious it was scratched by an animal, and in this room, you’re the only one with a pet. Isn’t that obvious?" An Ting was not just a vase—her reasoning was surprisingly coherent.

After An Ting spoke, everyone’s gaze focused on Situ Xin, or rather, on the Baibai in her arms.

Situ Xin ignored the stares of everyone and continued to stroke Baibai’s fur.

An Ting was quite satisfied with the effect her words had caused and looked at Qiu Jian, "Ah Jian, it’s this bitch; she had her pet scratch my face. You must avenge me!"

Normally, Qiu Jian would have jumped to her defense without a second word after such a coquettish plea from An Ting. But not today—the whimpering had no effect whatsoever. Not only did Qiu Jian not step forward to aid An Ting, he turned around, his face filled with anger, and scolded, "You whore, watch your mouth. Apologize to the young miss promptly. You may accuse anyone you like, but you cannot falsely accuse the young miss."

Qiu Jian was Xia Yujie’s trusted subordinate, so he had the privilege of having seen the Dragon Society’s Young Miss in person. He recognized Situ Xin at first glance when he walked in, but due to Situ Xin’s usual low-key style, he didn’t dare to greet her informally in front of so many people.

Initially unclear about why his boss, Xia Yujie, had urgently summoned him, Qiu Jian became drenched in a cold sweat when An Ting pointed at Situ Xin and started cursing loudly. He wished he could drag this troublemaker out immediately.

Situ Xin showed a smile that wasn’t quite a smile upon hearing Qiu Jian’s words. She knew Qiu Jian and wasn’t surprised that he recognized her. However, she was quite interested in seeing how Qiu Jian dealt with An Ting, uncertain whether she was his mistress or legitimate girlfriend.

"Ah Jian, not only do you refuse to help me, but you’re actually defending that vixen. Have you been bewitched by her too?" An Ting’s words were met with a slap to her face. "Smack," the sound was loud, making everyone present feel the pain, especially since the slap had landed on An Ting’s already injured face.

Tears sprang from An Ting’s eyes from the pain of the slap. "Qiu Jian, you actually hit me."

"I did hit you, you bitch, keep your mouth clean. There are some people you just can’t insult," Qiu Jian had never imagined that the woman he used to think was clever and considerate could be so stupid and blind.

Couldn’t she see clearly for herself? Was that someone she could afford to offend, to curse at? Moreover, he was crystal clear in his mind that if he didn’t handle today’s incident well, he knew exactly what his fate would be without needing anyone to explain it to him.

Even more so, although he was quite fond of this woman normally, if he had to choose between her and his future, she would undoubtedly be the one he’d abandon.