pertwk Chapter 73: Refusal to Forgive
Chapter 73: Refusal to Forgive
Song Qingning placed the empty plate on the shoe cabinet, walked to Lin Bei's side, and asked in a low voice:
Who are these two people?
Have you had any guests over?
Lin Bei briefly recounted what had happened yesterday.
The main story is about Chen Junrong, who brought six young men with steel pipes and wooden sticks to corner him in an alley.
Later, Lin Bei reported the robbery to the police, and Chen Junrong and others were arrested.
Upon hearing this, Song Qingning turned to look at the two people on the sofa, her tone suddenly turning cold:
"So you're Chen Junrong's parents!"
"Your son used to cause trouble for Lin Bei every now and then at school, and now he's gone even further, bringing people with steel pipes and wooden sticks to block him."
"This is robbery, and armed robbery at that!"
"You even came here to ask Lin Bei to sign a letter of understanding? How dare you even ask for that?"
Tears welled up in Chen's mother's eyes again, and she crumpled the tissue in her hand into pieces: "Girl, you're so young, you don't understand the hearts of parents..."
"Junrong is still a child, he doesn't understand..."
"He's already eighteen, what kind of kid is he?" Song Qingning interrupted her, her tone cold.
I'm two months younger than him.
"He's already an adult, yet he's still blocking people with a steel pipe. This isn't just being immature; it's a crime."
"Since you dare to rob, be prepared to go to jail. Even if you bring a truckload of fruit today, it won't do you any good."
"We will not forgive the letter!"
Lin Jianjun stood up from the sofa, picked up the gift box from the coffee table, and put it back at Chen's father's feet.
His voice wasn't loud when he spoke, but his tone was flat, leaving no room for negotiation:
"Take these things back with you and keep them for your own use."
"We will not accept mediation in this matter. Your son is an adult and should take responsibility for his own actions."
"You parents shouldn't spoil him too much; it won't lead to good results."
"We will do whatever the court rules."
Chen's father stood up, his smile stripped away layer by layer by Lin Jianjun's words.
He glanced at Lin Jianjun, then at Su Ruolan sitting silently beside him, and knew that no one in this family was wavering.
He reached out and tugged at Chen's mother, who was still crying, bent down to pick up the gift box from the ground, and turned to walk towards the door.
As Chen's mother left, she kept wiping away tears. When she reached the door, she turned back to look at Lin Bei and her lips moved slightly.
She wanted to say something, but swallowed her words in front of Lin Bei's calm gaze.
The door closed.
The sound of high heels and leather shoes echoed in the hallway, gradually fading into the distance.
Lin Jianjun and Su Ruolan entered the room and began to busy themselves.
Song Qingning remained standing in the same spot, her fists clenched at her sides.
She wasn't wearing makeup today, her face was very plain, but her eyes were slightly red.
I don't know if it was from anger or from being too emotional just now.
She picked up an empty plate from the shoe cabinet and said angrily, "How did this family raise their child?"
Lin Bei said expressionlessly, "This matter is over. We'll just wait for the court's verdict."
Song Qingning nodded and didn't say anything more.
She placed the empty plate on the coffee table, sat down on the sofa, and crossed her legs.
The lace trim of the underwear inside the shorts was faintly visible at the thickest part of the thighs.
Lin Bei glanced at it and said, "Hey, hey, hey, you're a young lady, pay attention to your image."
"His underwear is showing."
Song Qingning looked down and, far from feeling embarrassed, deliberately spread her legs wider and laughed:
"What's wrong?"
"You wouldn't happen to have feelings for me, would you?"
"We're best buddies, you wouldn't have fallen for one, would you?"
Lin Bei rolled her eyes at him and didn't say anything.
Song Qingning chuckled: "By the way, what are your plans lately?"
Lin Bei sat down at the computer desk, pressed the power button on the computer, and while waiting for the system to boot up, he glanced back at Song Qingning:
"To make money and get a driver's license."
"The driving test is coming up soon, so I need to practice a lot these next few days."
Song Qingning: "That's all?"
"Isn't that enough?" Lin Bei said speechlessly, "I have to manage the online store and practice driving at the same time. I'm very busy."
"I've made plans to go shopping with Qianqian this afternoon." Song Qingning hugged a cushion from the sofa to her chest. "The sexy lingerie you sell in your online store has been all over my friends' group. They say the styles are pretty nice."
"Then have your classmate place more orders, and they'll get a 10% discount if they mention your name," Lin Bei said.
He stared at the screen and saw that the order numbers on Taobao's backend had increased again.
Yesterday's daily sales exceeded 200 orders, and the repurchase rate of sexy lingerie is more than three times higher than that of ordinary women's clothing.
He smirked slightly, tapped a few times on the keyboard, and increased the daily budget for the Express Train campaign a little more.
Song Qingning placed the cushion on her lap, her fingers unconsciously picking at the loose thread on the edge of the cushion.
"Let's have lunch together, it's been a long time since we ate together."
"Didn't we just eat that the day before yesterday?" Lin Bei said without looking up. "When we were eating hot pot, you even stole three plates of my beef rolls."
Song Qingning blushed slightly and threw a cushion at the back of Lin Bei's chair: "Just tell me if you're going or not!"
The cushion hit the back of Lin Bei's head and bounced onto the table, almost knocking over the water glass next to him.
Lin Bei reached out to steady the cup, turned to look at her, and remained silent for two seconds before saying, "Okay, okay, I'll go, alright?"
Song Qingning then jumped up from the sofa, picked up the cushion, and put it back in its place: "That's more like it."
"I'll go back and do my makeup first, then I'll come and get you later."
Song Qingning walked to the door, then turned back and pointed at Lin Bei: "Change your clothes. Don't run around in that white shirt like an insurance salesman."
Lin Bei looked down at his white shirt, then looked up at the closed door.
"No, what did the white shirt do to you?"
Lin Bei checked the data in the online store's backend again.
Today's order volume is 20 percent higher than the same period yesterday.
The profit margin for sexy lingerie is as high as 300%, and the repurchase rate for stockings and panties has exceeded that of ordinary women's clothing.
He leaned back in his chair, watching the upward-trending sales curve on the screen, and picked up the glass of cold water on the table to take a sip.
Then, I went to the bathroom to wash up, changed into a clean short-sleeved T-shirt, and ran my fingers through my hair in front of the mirror before heading out to the driving school to practice for my third driving test.
Practice a few more times these next couple of days, and you'll be more stable during the test. It will also make things easier once you get your driver's license.
at the same time.
A black Porsche Cayenne pulled up in front of the wrought iron gate of the Su family villa.
The car door opened, and a gleaming brown leather shoe stepped onto the stone pavement.
Zhou Minghui got out of the car, stood up straight, and straightened his suit collar.
The dark blue custom-made suit fit perfectly, with silver buttons on the cuffs. Sunglasses covered most of his face, and his hair was neatly combed back with hair wax.
He held a bouquet of Ecuadorian roses tied with a deep red ribbon in his left hand and an orange Hermès gift box in his right.
Standing in front of the car door, I looked up at the three-story villa in front of me.