Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Her denial, however, soon gave way to a fearful understanding of the immensity upon catching sight of her husbandâs anxious face!
According to him, Mu Yazhe got hold of some evidence of his dirty deeds, which posed great threat to the Lins and Wangs should they not hurry and take actions to plea for mercy!
She had some knowledge of his misdeeds over the past few years and knew very well that, if the evidence landed in someone elseâs hands, their lives were as good as handed over to that person, too!
This was why she was past caring about her dignity now. Under her husbandâs watchful eyes, she began to kowtow to the boy desperately.
âYouyou, I was wrong! I was really in the wrong... I shouldnât have called you a little b*st*rd or insulted you and your mother based on those rumors... I truly know that Iâm wrong now; will you please forgive me?â
She kowtowed even harder than before.
The collision of her forehead to the ground was real.
The tremendous force used resulted in her receiving a bloody scrape on her forehead. It was a deliberate act of hers, thoughâa show for him to see!n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
What was a mere scrape?!
A bloody scrape was nothing if this family could let them off!
The boy let out a lazy yawn. âAlright, alright! I got it; Iâll forgive you guys!â
Hearing this, the manâs face lit up. âReally?!â
Feeling beyond surprised, Wang Guimiao looked up with wide eyes as a smile appeared on her tears-soaked face. Her disheveled appearance, along with her messy hair, gave people a feeling of repulsiveness.
The boy refused to lay his eyes on her.
âWhy should I be bothered by such uncultured people? You lot can just vanish from my sight now!â
âThen...â
The couple exchanged looks of surprise. They did not expect to be so easily forgiven!
This child is so easily fooled!
Just a bit of acting on our part, and the boy is moved.
Rubbing his hands in glee, he sniggered and hesitantly asked, âThen, the evidence of my dirty deeds...â
âWhat evidence?â The little lad cocked a brow, feeling baffled and curious.
âWell, your father... Can you plead for mercy on behalf of us and ask him to let us off this one time? Donât... turn in the evidence to the disciplinary committee...â
He could not make head or tail of his words. âI donât know what youâre talking about! Itâs cold outside; Iâm heading in!â
âWait!â
Like a desperate person drowning in water, the man cried out, âHavenât you forgiven me?â
âYup, I did.â
âThen... can you please get your father to let me off?â
âThat... may be impossible.â
âAh?â
The boyâs lips arched into an evil smirk. âMy daddy hates you a lot.â
Lin Anguoâs face stiffened at his words.
Same for his wife beside him; all the joy she had instantly turned into sorrow. The smile on her face froze, too, and desperation settled in her like crashing waves.
Youyou then slowly added, âIâm sorry, uncle, but no one can influence daddyâs decision.â
He then gave them a graceful smile and returned home.
With the slamming of the door, all their desperate pleas were completely cut off from his hearing.
There was a downpour later that night.
Not daring to leave, the persistent couple kneeled at the doorway for the entire night.
The boy did not pay any attention to them, and naturally, so did his father.