Bite the spring pear

Chapter 142 The entire Xie family is your backer.

"It's okay, I'm here."

Xie Jiyan noticed the subtle change in Jinli's expression and realized that she seemed uneasy. He reached out and wrapped his palm around her slender fingers. "I won't let anyone bully you."

Although she was the one who hit Nie Huashuang first and was somewhat in the wrong, it was Nie Huashuang who deliberately provoked her. Her mouth was like it had been chewing on an American cockroach, chattering and spewing out all sorts of foul words.

Regardless of who is right or wrong, he is determined to be a complete tyrant and protect her to the very end.

Jinli was deeply moved.

The chill in her fingertips was gradually warmed by the warmth of his palm.

She slowly raised her head, her eyes shimmering with barely suppressed emotions, and met his sincere and unwavering gaze. She smiled through her tears, swallowing back a thousand words.

Grandpa Xie was still arguing with Meng Lao Er on the side.

He gripped his phone tightly, his usually dignified and kind face now appearing strained and awkward.

She practically disregarded her reputation and image, launching a tirade: "You called my youngest daughter-in-law a jinx? Meng Lao Er, let me tell you, my youngest daughter-in-law is the apple of our family's eye. How thick-skinned is your granddaughter? If she scratches my youngest daughter-in-law's palm, I'll never forgive you, you old donkey-faced bastard!"

Meng Lao Er: "..."

He choked, almost speechless, unable to utter a single curse.

"You, you, you...you mule-faced bastard, who are you calling an old donkey-faced bastard? I'm calling you today to get justice for my granddaughter, how can you be so unable to distinguish right from wrong and even curse me? It seems that jinx has bewitched your Xie family!"

"I know my youngest daughter-in-law's temperament better than anyone," Old Master Xie said firmly. "If your granddaughter were well-behaved and didn't provoke her, how could Xiao Li have been so arrogant and domineering as to slap someone? It must be that your granddaughter said something utterly vile. Just like what you just said, utterly vile." "You...you old devil Xie. Today I truly see your hypocritical face," Meng Lao Er said angrily. "If you don't handle this matter properly for me, I will personally come to your door tomorrow and make a scene in your Xie family."

"Fine, you can fly over right now, and I'll slap you twice to make your old donkey face symmetrical."

"You! You've gone too far!" Enraged, Meng Lao Er grabbed his Guan Yu broadsword and roared, "Our feud is officially on! You just wait, you mule-faced devil! I'll go dig up your ancestors for eighteen generations right now!"

He has a short temper; with a loud crash, he smashed the phone before Xie Houzheng could say another word.

"He's in his seventies or eighties, yet he's still as impulsive as a young man." Listening to the busy signal, Grandpa Xie calmed down, shook his head, and sighed.

This statement refers not only to Meng Lao Er, but also to himself.

Jinli felt a pang of sadness, lowered her eyelashes in self-reproach, and softly admitted her mistake: "I'm sorry, Grandpa. I shouldn't have been so insensible and caused you trouble. I'll go to the Nie family now and apologize to Nie Huashuang. Please don't worry about me..."

"You're not allowed to go." Old Master Xie stopped her. "Do you think I don't know what kind of people your cousins ​​are? I'll handle this myself. You and Ayan have a good meal with me, and I'm sure Meng Lao Er won't dare to really come to the Xie family and act tough."

"But……"

"Listen to Dad." Xie Jiyan held her hand tightly, his affection boundless: "The entire Xie family is your support; you don't need to fear anyone."

"Besides, I think you did the right thing by slapping Nie Huashuang. You don't need to compromise yourself just to keep the peace. If you encounter something like this again in the future, I will still support you in fighting back."

He would not allow his wife to be bullied, not even by a single harsh word.