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Chapter 1595 The Zhang Family Shouldn't Go Barefoot

Even if the unlucky guy who got hit comes to arrest you, at most you'll apologize, and at worst you'll lose money to avoid further trouble.

But when Jiang Chen saw Uncle Fang, his heart skipped a beat.

Thieves inevitably feel guilty.

Fang Qing was still lying on his sofa, seemingly in a daze.

If Uncle Fang saw this—

Let's put ourselves in that situation.

The drumbeat in Jiang Chen's heart grew stronger.

"Uncle Fang, you're still awake?"

Despite being so close and at night, Jiang Chen's voice was unusually loud. At the same time, the hand that wasn't holding the door was secretly waving wildly behind his back, reminding Qingmei inside to quickly tidy her appearance.

"I'm not hard of hearing."

Seeing him blocking the doorway, Fang Weiguo asked, "Is it inconvenient?"

Jiang Chen forced a smile, "How could that be?"

Despite saying that, he stood there motionless, doing his best to stall for time.

Fang Weiguo saw through his insincerity, so he considerately said, "I'll come back later?"

After trying his best to delay for about half a minute, Jiang Chen could only reluctantly step aside and make way, with a stiff smile.

Hopefully, Nizi has tidied up the sofa.

Just as Mr. Jiang was closing the door with a heavy heart, he heard someone say, "Where is everyone?"

He instinctively turned his head and was also taken aback.

Yes.

What about people?

The sofa was empty; Qinggege, who had just been lying on it, had vanished.

Faced with Uncle Fang's gaze as he turned around, Jiang Chen opened his mouth but had nothing to say. He then quickly walked into the house, looked around, and then rushed to the windowsill.

Don't tell me yet.

There are indeed many examples in life of people climbing out of windows to escape danger in emergencies.

Although the fourth floor is not high, a slipper falling from it is not very dangerous. However, if a person were to fall from it, the situation would be quite different.

and.

Is it worth it?

Even if what happened just now wasn't very pleasing to the eye, would parents really hurt their own children?
At most, it's just verbal instruction, so is it really necessary to risk breaking arms and legs or even one's life by climbing out of a window?

Logically, Fang Qing wouldn't do that, but in a rush, it's hard to guarantee that a person can remain rational enough. The same goes for someone else; they actually stuck their head out of the window and looked around in all directions.

no one.

There aren't any downstairs either.

Relieved, Jiang Chen pulled his head back, turned around, looked at the empty living room, and froze again.

Where is Uncle Fang?
Why is it gone?

Did I stumble upon a ghost?

Jiang Chen quickly returned to the living room, looked around blankly, and inadvertently caught a glimpse of someone in his bedroom.

"Uncle Fang."

He quickly followed him inside.

Fang Weiguo stood with his back to him, motionless, silently watching... his bed.

A sense of foreboding suddenly arose in Jiang Chen's heart, and his gaze followed the direction.

The neatly folded quilt had somehow lost its original shape and was now scattered haphazardly on the bed.

and.

The uneven light from the living room spilled onto the blankets like a musical score, suggesting that something fishy was definitely up to them.

Jiang Chen froze, his backlit face shifting expressions as he stared at the bed, which was trying to conceal its true nature. He was speechless, his ability to speak taken away from him.

Yes.

How can a person just disappear into thin air?
It will only transfer.

just.

Why hide in bed?! There are so many places to hide!
Just because you covered yourself with a blanket doesn't mean you won't be discovered.

How old are you?

Still think it's like playing hide-and-seek as a kid?
Even crawling under the bed...

Ok.

The bed is too low; it's fine for a child, but not enough for an adult.

Even with the living room light blocking his view, one could still see Jiang Chen's eyes trembling violently, and his heart plummeting at the speed of freefall.

He was seen on the sofa.

Moreover, mediation is possible.

But in bed.

What about IQ?
Where is the brain?
Oh.

That's most likely the case.

He probably never expected it to be his dad, thinking it was the unlucky guy who got hit coming to him, so he chose to hide in the bedroom without waiting for his "hint".

How can you slide so fast on one foot?
Life is always more dramatic than movies.

"No wonder you wanted to change the door. Turns out there's a treasure in the house. But hiding it on the bed might not be quite right."

Fang Weiguo broke the silence with a calm, even slightly humorous tone.

No matter how eloquent Jiang Chen was, he found himself unable to speak at this moment.

It didn't matter that he didn't respond; the blanket actually stirred slightly.

The autumn quilt wasn't thick, so its soundproofing effect was poor. I didn't have a chance to hear it earlier, but I should be able to tell who it was now.

However, it was like an illusion; after moving slightly, the bed fell silent again.

Deception?
Deceiving yourself?

If your hide-and-seek skills are this bad, you should be more open about it and come out. Don't think that by continuing to hide and covering your head with the blanket, you can get away with it.

Five seconds.

ten seconds.

half a minute.

Fang Weiguo lost his patience and turned around, "Put your clothes on!"

Jiang Chen's expression suddenly changed.

"Shh!"

at last.

The blanket was quickly pulled back.

"Dad! What nonsense are you spouting?!"

Nonsense?

Fang Weiguo, who was about to walk out, stopped in his tracks, probably because he could no longer bear it and suddenly turned around.

Ok.

His clothes were intact, but he was breathing rapidly, his forehead was sweaty, and his cheeks were flushed.

Can understand.

I've been in bed for so long, I'm so pent up.

"Come out here."

Even if his daughter were dressed neatly, as a father, he probably wouldn't be able to accept talking to her in this situation. He would throw down a harsh remark and walk out of the bedroom with a livid face.

excusable.

Are you suggesting I'm still smiling?
Fang Qing smoothed her messy hair.

"you……"

Jiang Chen's masseter muscles tightened.

"What do you mean, 'you'? How would I know it's my dad?"

Fang Qing probably knew that her actions had caused a huge mess.

"A sin!"

Jiang Chen had no choice but to turn around and walk out first, having nothing to say.

"Hu-hu-hu-"

Sitting on the bed, Qinggege wiped her face haphazardly, took a deep breath, and tried to calm herself down, but to little avail.

But now that she's been caught, according to the rules of hide-and-seek, she definitely won't have a second chance to hide.

With difficulty and slowness, she got off the bed, gritted her teeth, and, wearing only one slipper, hopped outside.

The two men were already sitting on the sofa, but unlike the usual father-son relationship, the atmosphere was unusually oppressive and heavy.

Neither of them spoke until they saw Fang Qing "hopping and skipping" out of the bedroom.

Mr. Jiang felt even more bitter. Fang Weiguo's face darkened further.

After doing such an absurd thing, instead of kneeling down and admitting your mistake, you're still jumping around like that?
"Snapped!"

Fang Weiguo slammed his hand on the coffee table, his voice sharp and intimidating.

"If you can't walk properly, I'll break your legs!"

"I only have one slipper."

Fang Weiguo hadn't noticed such details until he realized that his daughter's raised foot was bare.

"What about the shoes?"

"Lost."

"Lost?"

"He fell off the building."

Fang Weiguo was taken aback, then looked at the windowsill, his face becoming even more unpleasant. He muttered meaningfully, "Young man, you're really playing some fancy tricks."

Fang Qing knew she was in the wrong and felt embarrassed, but she understood that the more she was in this situation, the less she could show weakness. Just like in court, a strong presence was crucial.

"Give."

She forced the silent person to move aside, then plopped down, this time without throwing all the blame onto the other person as she had done before.

"Dad, can't you be a little more sensible? My shoe flew off by accident, it's not what you're thinking."

"It flew off by accident. Tell me, how did the shoe 'accidentally' fly off your foot and out the door?"

This is where the importance of surveillance becomes apparent. If surveillance is installed, there's no need to waste words; simply bring up the surveillance footage and watch the video.

But there are definitely no security cameras installed in this room.

"Anyway, it's not as sordid as you think."

"Me, filthy?"

Fang Weiguo was furious.

Having been caught red-handed, shouldn't he have absolute control? How could his daughter be so self-righteous, even turning the tables on him?

"You're capable of doing something like this, so why can't others say anything?"

“We didn’t do anything. My shoe just flew off and hit someone. I was shouting from the ground just now, didn’t you hear me?”

it is good.

Not long ago, he did hear someone shouting downstairs and wondered if it was a drunkard acting crazy, but what could that prove?
"Even if your shoe hit someone, it only proves that your shoe flew off. I never questioned where your shoe went, but rather why your shoe flew off in the first place."

Even though someone sitting next to him dared not breathe too loudly, they couldn't help but admire Uncle Fang's logical thinking ability.

really.

There's a reason why she was able to give birth to a daughter like Qinggege.

"Also, since you didn't do anything, why are you lying in the bedroom with the blanket over you? What? Isn't the sofa big enough? It seems like it could fit the three of us."

A truck driver who didn't even finish junior high school managed to leave the legal director of Tianci Capital speechless.

What does it prove?
This proves that even the most outstanding eloquence cannot shake the ironclad facts.

We can't exactly call that young master Zhou here to testify, can we?
Calling them over seems pointless, just like the unlucky guy downstairs who got hit. Even if that young master Zhou is willing to testify, it can only prove that the two of them were innocent before he left.

What happened after he left?
"I can't communicate with you."

Look.

No matter how skilled a lawyer is, when faced with an insurmountable opponent, they can only resort to shameless tactics.

"Can't communicate with me? You want to communicate with your mother?"

"dad!"

Fang Qing's cheeks flushed again.

"I don't have to tell your mother, but you need to explain things to me clearly. Is that too much to ask?"

Jiang Chen understood that he could no longer be a coward. He was used to it and prepared for it. Every time something went wrong, he would be the one to clean up the mess. It was just that this time, Qing Gege chose to shield him.

Ok.

I was quite touched.

"Uncle Fang, would you like to hear a story from me?"

Fang Weiguo shifted his gaze, as if this was the moment he had been waiting for.

"You said."

His tone was slightly somber.

But this attitude is already exceptionally lenient.

If it were any other father, Fang Qing's leg might not have been broken, but Jiang Chen's leg would definitely have been broken.

No matter how absurd it sounded, Jiang Chen had no choice but to recount the whole story in detail, including the details of how the slipper flew out and his analysis of Fang Qing's thoughts on why she was hiding in bed.

"Fang Qing was worried about being held accountable for throwing objects from a high-rise building. She didn't know it was Uncle Fang knocking on the door, so she hid..."

"You mean, it was all a misunderstanding?"

Fang Weiguo did not question the authenticity of the story.

Jiang Chen's lips moved slightly, his voice low and weak, "You could say that."

"It was just a misunderstanding."

Fang Qing's tone was high-pitched, while the man lacked confidence. She, on the other hand, seemed upright and fearless, making the contrast between the two quite clear.

"shut up."

Fang Weiguo snapped irritably, looking at her feet, "Even if what you're saying is true, is it okay to touch a girl's feet like that?"

"Dad, can you please stop being so old-fashioned? What era are we living in? Have you ever been to a foot massage parlor? According to you, wouldn't all the technicians who provide services to female customers be heinous criminals who should all be executed?"

In this situation, Jiang Chen almost couldn't help but laugh out loud, but he managed to suppress it by pinching his thigh.

Dedication is rewarded.

Princess Qing is ultimately a grateful person. This time, she bravely stepped forward to protect him from the wind and rain.

Ok.

At a time like this, he could still feel warmth. The essence of it all is that Boss Jiang is too kind at heart. He only saw the warm light bathing Qingmei, completely ignoring the current situation and who was responsible for it.

We're going to have to get back to psychology again.

Look.

People who are good at discovering the strengths of others can always find the strength to support themselves in adversity.

"Nonsense! Sophistry! Are these the same thing? You're twisting the facts."

One who stays near vermilion gets stained red.

His daughter entered the legal profession, so it seems Fang Weiguo has learned a lot from it.

"Would you let other men touch your feet all the time, whether there's a reason or not?"

Fang Qing was speechless; faced with the concise and clear question, she could no longer offer any sophistry.

"Uncle Fang..."

"You shouldn't say anything either."

Fang Weiguo interrupted someone, "I know you two used to fight and bicker a lot when you were little, it's a habit, but you're grown up now, you're adults. Many people your age already have toddlers who can walk. Tell me, is your behavior out of line these days?"

Fang Qing and Jiang Chen both remained silent.
"And you have a girlfriend. How are you going to explain this to your girlfriend, to Fang Qing, to me and your Aunt Pan?"

"dad!"

"okay."

Fang Weiguo, his face grim, propped himself up on his knees and stood up. "Let's go home."

Fang Qing said "Oh," breathed a sigh of relief, and obediently got up.

"No need to send."

Jiang Chen then obediently remained still.

Fang Weiguo walked out.

Fang Qing followed behind, skipping and hopping.

Fang Weiguo suddenly stopped again.

"Dad, let's go."

Fang Weiguo looked at the brat standing there dumbfounded, "Are there any slippers at home?"

"Have."