After the rebirth, I divorced the scumbag

Xia Nianwei had never been able to hold back his temper. Hearing Xia Zimu's words, his expression changed instantly. He felt guilty and scared at the same time, and unconsciously raised his voice, "Sister Mumu, are you suspecting that we deliberately sent fakes to Grandpa? But how can the official kiln that my grandfather and I have selected thousands of times and been appraised by experts be fake?"

"Why, I'm just worried that you will be deceived." The corners of her lips curled up slightly, generous and decent, but her tone was cold, "You reacted so aggressively, do you have a ghost in your heart?"

Seeing that the situation was not right, Xia Sen quickly walked to his daughter and stood in front of her, "Mumu, Nianwei probably went too far because you doubted her sincerity and felt uncomfortable. This gift is for Nianwei and your uncle. Grandpa picked it together, so it must be genuine. So many people came to celebrate your grandpa’s birthday tonight, and you made such a fuss, it’s just a joke. Let’s forget about appraising treasures.”

What he meant was that he wanted to wait until the show was over before solving it in private.

Xia Zimu didn't say anything more, and he agreed.

Today is Xia Zhengguo's [-]th birthday, as long as Xia Qianhong's family doesn't act like a monster, she doesn't want to make too much noise and spoil Xia Zhengguo's mood.

However, Xia Zimu didn't want to make a scene too stiff, but Xia Nianwei didn't have this idea.

Xia Zhengguo asked his family's servants to take down the official kiln, just passing by Xia Zimu.

"what!"

Someone behind him screamed, and immediately Xia Nianwei ran towards Xia Zimu.

Xia Zimu had been on guard for a long time, and quickly dodged to the side.

Xia Nianwei stepped on her skirt on purpose, in order to make the fall more realistic, she didn't have any reservations.

After Xia Zimu got out of the way, she couldn't stop and threw herself forward.

"Whoa!"

The sound of the shattering of the glass jar was extremely sharp, which attracted the attention of everyone present.

Xia Nianwei only bumped into the display cabinet that the helper was holding, but didn't hit anyone.

The helper lost his hands, was startled, lowered his head, and saw Xia Nianwei throwing himself on the ground in a state of distress.

Xia Nianwei stepped on the hem of her skirt earlier, and when she fell down, the skirt received great tension, and the strapless tube top skirt was ripped off, revealing her flesh-colored breast stickers.

The scene was quiet for a few seconds, and then murmurs of discussion broke out, and some young people even took out their mobile phones to take pictures.

The male servant at the side reacted quickly, immediately took off his suit, wrapped Xia Nianwei around him, and helped her up.

Xia Nian blushed slightly, angry and annoyed, feeling like she was going crazy.

She was ashamed today!

She was actually seen by so many people...

How will she meet people in the future?

After Xia Nianwei stood up, she pushed the male servant away as if venting, and asked Xia Zimu angrily, "Did you avoid it on purpose just now!?"

Xia Zimu said indifferently: "It's just a conditioned reflex. Do you want me to fall with you? Or do you just want to push me?"

Xia Nianwei looked away guiltily, "What nonsense are you talking about!"

She is not good at hiding her emotions, and anyone with a discerning eye can see her dodge and anxiety at a glance.

Xia Sen hated that iron could not be made into steel. He did not expect his daughter to make so many jokes in one night. After all, the smirk on her face could not be maintained, and she said sharply, "Qingyang, send your sister back first."

Xia Qingyang nodded, supported Xia Nianwei's shoulder and left.

Xia Nianwei firmly grasped the edge of his suit to cover his upper body, the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and he gritted his silver teeth.

It's all Xia Zimu's fault!

If she didn't dodge, how could she be so ashamed!

She wished she could rush back and slap Xia Zimu. Xia Qingyang saw what she meant and held her tightly, not giving her a chance to make trouble.

Their family has already made a fool of themselves tonight because of Xia Nianwei, if they let her go back now, Xia Zhengguo will definitely not let them go easily.

After the two left, Xia Qianhong apologized to Xia Zhengguo, "Brother, what happened just now was an accident. The official kiln was broken. I'll make up another birthday gift for you another day. I'm really sorry."

Xia Zhengguo observed Xia Qianhong's expression and noticed something.

The broken official kiln on the ground is clearly a fake.

If that thing was true, Xia Qianhong would have scolded Xia Nianwei to death.

He understands that his younger brother regards money as his life, and it is impossible for him to just lose 500 million.

Xia Zhengguo felt chilled when he thought that his own brother actually gave him a counterfeit product and lied that it was a carefully selected gift.

He said with a cold face, "No, if you buy me a few more fakes for my other Tibetan friends to see, I'm afraid you'll make fun of me for not being good at it, and I'll offer the fakes as treasures."

Xia Qianhong's heart tightened, "Brother, that official kiln is genuine, how can you not believe me..."

"You have to ask me to invite treasure appraisal experts to verify the authenticity before you are willing to tell the truth?"

Now, Xia Qianhong completely shut up.

After the middle of the month, the guests left, and the bustling Xia family's old house gradually returned to calm.

The servants started to clean up the mess, Xia Zimu went back to his room to take the gift he had prepared, and went downstairs to look for Xia Zhengguo.

A white chair was placed on the empty green lawn, and Xia Zhengguo sat on it, staring at the void with a pair of slightly cloudy eyes.

The autumn wind was a bit cold, Xia Zimu prepared a thin blanket for him to cover, "Grandpa, what are you thinking about?"

Xia Zhengguo hid the slight sadness in his eyes, "I didn't think about anything, but suddenly felt that my kindness over the years was all fed to the dogs."

Xia Zimu naturally knew that he was talking about Xia Qianhong's family.

She didn't continue this topic that would hurt Xia Zhengguo, and took out her present, "Grandpa, I made this with my own hands, see if you like it."

Xia Zhengguo took her cup.

The cup is ugly, but the family portrait on it is exquisite.

The old hand rubbed it lightly, Xia Zhengguo's eyes turned red, "I like it, this is the best gift grandpa received tonight."

……

Han Xi stayed with his father until night as usual, and only left the hospital after seeing him fall asleep peacefully.

As soon as she walked out of the hospital, a hand stretched out from behind her and covered her mouth and nose.

The drug stained on the handkerchief entered her respiratory tract, and after a few seconds, she lost consciousness.

When she opened her eyes again, she was tied up and thrown on the ground, her mouth was sealed with tape, and she could only make a sound of "uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu".

She struggled a few times, and a pair of polished black leather shoes suddenly appeared in front of her eyes.

The bone-shaped ankle is wrapped in the same black cotton socks, hidden in the straight trouser legs.

She looked up.

Qin Mutian looked down at her, the disgust in his eyes was undisguised, as if he was looking at garbage.

"This face is really off-putting."

He seemed to be muttering to himself, his voice was very soft, but it hit Han Xi's heart hard, as painful as tearing out flesh.

In the past, he wished he could use all the compliments in the world on her.

But now, he only has loathing and contempt for her.

The man behind Qin Mutian asked respectfully, "Young Master Qin, what should we do with her?"

"Throw it in the basement, take a video and send it to Mo Ke."

The man hesitated, "Will it be too much..."

According to Qin Mutian's instructions, he has been following Han Xi for the past few days.

This woman works at home, at the company, and at the hospital every day. She is either at work or at the hospital to take care of her father who is seriously ill. She is a poor person.

Qin Mutian tilted his head slightly, and the cold eyes flashed across his eyes, "You want to go down for her?"

The man trembled all over, and quickly lowered his head, "I overstepped."

He and another person pulled Han Xi up from the ground and dragged him outside the door.

With tears in his eyes, Han Xi fixed his eyes on Qin Mutian, struggling desperately.

Those eyes were exactly the same as Han Ya's, and Qin Mutian was inexplicably flustered.

It was as if his most cherished thing had been pushed away by him.