Chapter 141 Don't be defeated by bad words

But now...

It seems that no matter what happens, there will always be someone standing behind her, telling her in the calmest voice: It's okay, I'm here.

Xu Yueqing has always been used to being independent, and she thought she was used to fighting alone.

But now I suddenly feel that it’s good to have someone to back me up.

At this moment, a soft ding sound broke the silence in the car.

It’s Ji Bingqian’s cell phone.

He picked it up and opened it. It was a video file sent by Director Wang.

Ji Bingqian didn't even bother to click on it and forwarded it directly to Xu Yueqing.

Then he handed the phone over, tilting his chin slightly towards her.

"Take a look."

Xu Yueqing nodded.

She lowered her eyes and clicked on the surveillance video.

The picture was a little shaky, but the sound was extremely clear.

The Maybach cabin, so quiet that only the sound of breathing can be heard, becomes the best audio system.

Xu Yingluo's voice, which was used to pretending to be weak, was now as sharp as a poisoned knife, cutting people's eardrums one by one.

"Xu Yueqing, there's no smoke without fire. Do you think everyone else is a fool?"

"Xu Yueqing, do you still have any shame? You have lost all your face."

"You and your sick mother are the same at heart! Despicable!"

The last two words were like sharp ice spikes, piercing into Xu Yueqing's nerves.

She held the phone tightly in her hand and her face was a little pale.

It was clearly a scene she had experienced once before, but now hearing it again through the screen, the humiliation seemed to be magnified tenfold, overwhelming her.

Just at the moment when Xu Yingluo uttered the harsh word "cheap".

A large hand reached out without warning, covering the back of her hand and the screen of her phone.

Ji Bingqian didn't even look at the screen, and pressed the power button with his slender fingers.

The world suddenly became quiet.

He didn't withdraw his hand, just covering hers, and his voice was as low as the strings of a cello.

"Don't listen to that."

He tilted his head, his dark eyes fixed on her, every word he said.

“No one’s words matter.”

"Yueqing, you are very good."

With a loud bang.

Xu Yueqing felt as if his heart had been hit hard by a high-speed meteorite.

These words almost melted her whole body.

She is fine.

These three words are so simple.

But she lived for more than twenty years, and no one else told her about it except her mother who was lying on the hospital bed and was tortured by illness.

Others will only say, Yueqing, you need to be sensible.

Yueqing, please be more considerate of your sister.

Yueqing, why are you so fussy?

Xu Yueqing's eyes were unexpectedly hot.

The sour taste at the tip of her nose almost made her cry.

It turns out that there really is someone who will stand firmly by your side and tell you when you are covered in dirty water from the whole world.

It's not you who is wrong, it's the world.

She sniffed hard, forcing back the dampness.

When he looked up again, those eyes that always seemed a little distant were surprisingly bright.

"Bingqian," her voice was still slightly hoarse, but it was firm. "I won't be shaken by anyone's words, now and in the future. Don't worry."

She looked straight into his eyes, and a faint smile slowly appeared on the corners of her mouth.

"My mother also told me that I am a unique treasure in this world."

It's just that she didn't understand before.