274- Is It Believable? (能信吗?)

  Unshed tears swirled in Qiao Hong Ye’s eyes, and with the way she was biting on her lip, she looked exactly like a doll that had been abandoned by the world. It was as if she would shatter in the next second, looking so pitiful.

  Jing Yun Zhao smiled coldly, “You tell me, are her words really believable?”


  “As someone who only knew how to plot against her older sister ever since she was young, as someone who only knew how to frame her older sister for having improper conduct, are her words really believable?!”


  “What right do you guys have to interrogate me without even investigating things properly? All you had to do was just ask another handful of neighbours and you’d find out what kind of person Qiao Hong Ye is, but what did you decide to do? The moment you heard her questioning words directed at me, it’s like you heard the prayers of Mother Theresa, dying to showcase it to everyone immediately. Are you guys really reporters? I think you look more like villains who’ve received money from others to come find fault with me on purpose.”


  Jing Yun Zhao spoke continuously without rest, practically leaving the reporters flushing in anger.

  This Qiao Hong Ye was actually such a wanton woman? This can’t be!

  But everything shown in the pictures is the truth!

  Back when they went to the Qiao family home, the girl Qiao Hong Ye looked as if she had just cried, looking rather haggard. They didn’t think too much of it back then and only explained their purpose for coming. In the end, the moment she heard the name ‘Jing Yun Zhao’, Qiao Hong Ye started crying again. Only then did they know, Jing Yun Zhao actually bullied her.

  The girl looked very gentle, no matter how they looked at it, she didn’t look like a bad person.

  Moreover, the matter at hand had become so widespread, every household knew about it. Many newspapers and web reporters were eagerly standing by to get their scoop. That was why they didn’t give another hoot after they managed to snatch an interview with Qiao Hong Ye.

  Who liked hearing praises about someone else in this kind of era? Moreover, it wasn’t like no one went to look for those neighbours, but it wasn’t worth comparing those who spoke up in support to those cursing netizens.

  Even if they really got someone to testify that Jing Yun Zhao wasn’t as bad as the rumours depicted her, outsiders still wouldn’t believe it for sure.

  On the other hand, if she was a trashy person, then it would be able to attract people’s views. Just like right now, a portion of the ones surrounding them watching the ruckus was the busybody of the internet. They personally came here to support the Jing couple!

  The reporter was struck dumb into speechlessness by Jing Yun Zhao’s defense.

  The words the big guy originally wanted to say were now a scrambled mess inside his head.

  “Jing Yun Zhao, so you’re saying that you feel that it’s par for the course for you to sever your relationship with the Qiao family?” the reporter who spoke up first continued asking, now a little guilty.

  “That’s right!” Jing Yun Zhao raised her head and chest in confidence, her voice clear and bright, her posture metal firm.

  “But the grace for nurturing you is larger than heavens…” that reporter thought about it again in his heart and couldn’t help but to speak up again.

  Jing Yun Zhao sneered and bent down to roll up her pant legs, revealing her pair of knees, “Do you know how I got these scars? Qiao Wei Min knocked me down and made me kneel on glass slivers. I wasn’t even 10 years old then.”


  “Back then, the floor was full of my blood. I didn’t dare to move at all, because I could feel all the glass collectively move in my flesh with even the slightest movement! All of you haven’t experienced it before!”


  “If you don’t believe me, you can ask my neighbour. I personally removed the glass pieces one by one. Afterwards, I was afraid I would become handicapped, so I secretly went to the neighbouring auntie and she helped me apply some medicine. She even brought me to get an injection.”


  As she spoke, Jing Yun Zhao pushed up her sleeves.

  “You can say that those scars are because I wanted to have fun and got myself in trouble. I don’t have any witnesses, so I have no defense, but what about these?”


  “One, two, three…Seven to eight cigarette scars with differing degrees of age. Surely these can’t be self-inflicted?”