She Shocks The Whole World After Retirement - Chapter 1302

[Chapter 1302 Intentionally revealing identity]

After all the idlers had cleared up, Mrs. Jing brought Jing Jiaren to Song Ji and the others.

Mrs. Jing put her right hand on her chest, and gave Song Ji a little blessing, “Master Miracle Emperor can take time out of his busy schedule to attend tonight’s birthday banquet. I am very honored.” Mrs. Jing turned to Si Cheng and Mo Xiao each nodded, “I also want to thank Emperor Si Cheng and Emperor Mo Xiao for their appreciation.”

Finally, Mrs. Jing’s eyes fell on the most beautiful Yu Huang.

She looked at Yuhuang with indifference and sarcasm. “Little fellow Taoist Yuhuang is really radiant tonight, overwhelming all directions.” There is no trace of emotion in this compliment, it’s just a mere imitation.

Yu Huang replied generously: “Thank you for your praise, old lady.”

Yu Huang deliberately turned around in front of old lady Jing, with a slight smile on her face, and explained: “I went to the clothing museum a few days ago. After shopping around, I fell in love with this suit at a glance, and I specially asked the teacher of the styling studio to find a way to help me borrow it.”

“It is said that this dress is called the Virgin, and it is known as the fashion circle of the last century. The light of the century. It is also said that there was a saint who wore it on the day she accepted the coronation ceremony of the saint.” Yuhuang smiled playfully and said innocently: “Although I am not a saint, I have also successfully obtained the death certificate. The inheritance of the senior prophets, I want to wear this dress, and I am still qualified. It is worth it to be praised by the old lady.”

Mrs. Jing stared at the innocent and ignorant smile on Yu Huang’s face, and cursed inwardly Said: Demon girl, I don’t know what way you are, and you pretend to be innocent with me. I think you are deliberately wearing this dress to disgust me!

But for these words, Mrs. Jing only dared to scold in her heart.

Mrs. Jing said with a fake smile: “The saint you mentioned is my daughter.”

“Ah!” Yu Huang pretended to cover her mouth and exclaimed, “Is it so destined?”

Yuhuang glanced at Jing Jiaren who looked strange, and she said: “I heard from the beautiful woman that Aunt Jing Rujiu has been missing for many years, and she has never heard from her. As a mother, the old lady must have lived a life of worry these years. If you know This skirt was worn by Aunt Jing back then, and Yuhuang would never wear it to the birthday banquet, lest the old lady see it and meet Wusiren.”

Jing Jia couldn’t help rolling her eyes.

What the hell is she talking about?

Jing Jiaren would not believe a word Yu Huang said.

Similarly, Mrs. Jing did not believe it either.

She didn’t believe that Yu Huang would not know that this dress was worn by Jing Rujiu back then, she clearly knew it, and deliberately wore it to the birthday banquet to scare her off!

“Little Daoist Yuhuang has obtained the inheritance of the divination power of the deceased prophets, and now his strength is unfathomable. Could it be that he can’t predict the past of this dress?” Mrs. Jing wanted to tear Yuhuang’s hypocrisy and disgusting face in public .

Yu Huang would not foolishly jump into the language trap that Mrs. Jing set for her. She said cunningly: “The old lady really likes to joke. Does the old lady have to look at the past whenever she sees a piece of clothing or a teacup? Is this clear? If that’s the case, then the fortune tellers will be busy.”

Mrs. Jing stared at Yu Huang’s charming cherry red lips, and hated her eloquent mouth very much. “However, fellow Daoist Yuhuang made a mistake in saying something. I don’t care whether

Jing Rujiu lives or dies.” Mrs. Jing stroked an ice crystal marrow bracelet on her wrist and said expressionlessly. : “Jing Rujiu is indeed my daughter, but she was removed from the Jing family tree by me long ago because of her wrongdoing. I have cut off the mother-daughter relationship with her long ago, and climbed out of the Jing family from her. She has nothing to do with me since the day I opened the gate.”

“Young friend Yu Huang, don’t be troubled.”

Yu Huang narrowed her eyes slightly as she stared at Mrs. Jing’s movement of stroking the bracelet. When a person touches something unconsciously while speaking, it means that she is not at peace.

She was lying, she was not really indifferent to Jing Rujiu’s life and death.

Yu Huang took a deep look at Mrs. Jing, bowed her head and said, “I’m sorry, Yu Huang said something wrong.”

“You don’t know the details, so I don’t blame you.” He planned to lead Jing Jiaren to talk to other distinguished guests. At this time, Yuhuang also straightened up, moving a little faster, and two strands of broken hair fell from her head.

Yuhuang suddenly stopped Jing Jiaren, “Miss Jing, I don’t know where the restroom is, I want to get my grooming done.”

Hearing this, Jing Jiaren subconsciously looked up at Yuhuang’s hairstyle, and Mrs. Jing also glanced at it from the corner of her eye. To Yuhuang’s head. At the same time, the group and Sun noticed the golden hairpin that Yu Huang had inserted into the bun on the back of her head.

After seeing the appearance of the golden hairpin, Mrs. Jing’s eyes narrowed slightly, and Mrs. Jing frowned slightly.

What the hell is Yu Huang doing?

“Miss Jing?” Seeing that Jing Jiaren remained silent, Yu Huang called again softly.

Jing Jiaren came back to her senses and pointed to the southeast corner of the banquet hall, “Over there, I’ll take you there.”

“Then it will be troublesome.” After

saying something rude to Mrs. Jing, Yu Huang followed Jing Jiaren Went to the bathroom. Mrs. Jing stood where she was, staring at the hairpin on Yu Huang’s head without blinking. Because Yuhuang’s back was facing her, Mrs. Jing could also see clearly the words engraved on the back of the hairpin—

May my daughter be safe.

Mrs. Jing’s pupils trembled slightly, and the way she looked at Yuhuang became more and more incredible.

Her hand holding the wine glass trembled slightly.

“Mother.” Jing Ruge brought his wife Zhang Zhanyi to Mrs. Jing’s side, he supported Mrs. Jing’s arm, and whispered in her ear: “Mother, the old lady of the Song family is also here tonight. Shouldn’t you go over and catch up with him?”

The old grandpa of the Song family and Jing Ruge’s father are close friends, and because of the reason, Mrs. Jing should go to say hello.

Mrs. Jing slowly withdrew her gaze, turned around and followed her son and daughter-in-law towards the old lady of the Song family.

After walking a few steps, she suddenly grabbed Jing Ruge’s arm, and asked in a slightly flustered tone, “Ruge, the hairpin that is the most precious beauty, was it given to her by your sister?” Ge and Zhang Zhanyi looked at each other with hesitant expressions.

After hesitating for a while, Jing Ruge said: “Mother, this happened more than twenty years ago.” He thought Mrs. Jing wanted to hold her accountable.

Nodding, Mrs. Jing didn’t say anything.

At

this end, Jing Jiaren took Yu Huang to the bathroom, but did not leave alone.

Facing the mirror, Yu Huang tied up the fallen hair with a black hairpin, took off the golden hairpin and inserted it again. After finishing it, she turned her head and saw Jing Jiaren standing at the entrance of the bathroom, a look of surprise appeared on her face naturally.

With a slight smile, Yuhuang tilted her head and asked Jing Jiaren: “Miss Jing hasn’t left yet?”

Jing Jiaren stared at the golden hairpin on Yuhuang’s head, and said abruptly: “You are indeed Yin Mingjue’s daughter.”

(End of this chapter )