Transmigrated into a Book: The Doomed First Wife Takes Her Child and Joins the Army

An Huan suddenly transmigrated into the 1960s and became the doomed first wife of the male lead in a period novel.

The original wife was a rich and spoiled young lady who looked down on her u...

Chapter 438 From then on, she thought of herself as Sun Wukong (2/2)

"Hey, why are you hitting people......" The reporter came over quickly and protected Li Jingjing behind him.

Father Li only knew that the little girl in front of him was Li Jingjing's friend. Seeing her protecting Li Jingjing, he also gave her a push.

The reporter staggered and almost fell to the ground. She showed a frightened and incredible expression, "......You, you hit me, I'm going to report it to the police!"

"Go and report it. I'll see which police officer is willing to take care of my family affairs!" Father Li didn't take the record seriously at all. He picked up a feather duster and wanted to hit Li Jingjing.

Ji was not afraid either, and rushed over to Li's father, "You can't hit Li Jingjing!"

Li Jingjing was afraid that the student would get hurt, so she also went up to grab the feather duster from Li's father's hand.

After all, Ji Yu was an outsider, so Father Li was a little cautious and didn't dare to use his full strength. For a moment, the three of them struggled together and the scene was chaotic.

"Oh my, my unfilial daughter dares to hit me..." Li's mother howled.

Finally, the noise at home attracted all the neighbors.

The neighbors were relatively reasonable. They had watched how Li Jingjing grew up, and they all started blaming Li's father and mother.

In the end, Li's father and mother failed to get Li Jingjing to agree to hand over the money she earned to them. They glared at Li Jingjing's back as she left and cursed her very dirty words, not acting like parents at all.

An Hua watched the videotape that Li Jingjing brought, and then looked at Li Jingjing's face.

The slap Li Jingjing received was quite heavy, and half of her face was swollen, but it was still not enough, so An Hua drew a picture for her.

"Teacher, my eyes are not injured, why do they look like panda eyes?"

"Teacher, my mouth isn't bleeding, what did you use to paint it red?"

An Hua asked her not to speak.

After a while, An Hua admired the bruised and battered Li Jingjing, nodded with satisfaction, and then took a photo of her.

"I won't write the manuscript for you, just ask your reporter friend to write down what he sees and hears truthfully.

But Jingjing, I have to give you a heads-up in advance. After this wave of hype, the negative information about you may not be completely erased, so you have to be mentally prepared."

Li Jingjing nodded silently.

An Hua felt a little uncomfortable watching this. How could this child grow up in such a family environment?

A few days later, the video was released, and the photo of Li Jingjing with a bruised face and nose made headlines again.

The title "Are there really no parents who are not good in the world?" also triggered a heated discussion. Li's parents once again broke the news in the newspaper, telling a series of Li Jingjing's unfilial behaviors. It seemed that the relationship between the parents and their daughter had reached the point where they could not tolerate each other.

As An Hua expected, although public opinion has shifted to Li Jingjing's side, there are still people who question and criticize.

However, Li Jingjing was not too satisfied. She chose to fight with her parents instead of escaping to Honggang, as if just to cut off the last bit of fantasy she had about her original family.

From then on, she thought of herself as Monkey King, who had popped out from a crack in a rock.

Li Jingjing didn't go to Honggang in the end. Even though she would be scolded if she was recognized, she didn't want to leave. She said that there was no escape in her life, only uprightness. She had a clear conscience, so she was upright.

An Hua followed her.

When the commercial housing in Beijing was about to go on sale, Geng Biao had raised 100,000 yuan.

The house was selling like hot cakes and was sold out in half a day. If Song Yi hadn't found someone to reserve it, it might not have been possible to get one even if you tried now.

In a blink of an eye, we have passed the hurdle and the pace of time has spanned ninety generations.