Chapter 40 Q&A

Xin Fengcheng was unwilling to admit that he, a seasoned veteran in the business world, was actually outmatched in front of this immature daughter.

He thought it must be his imagination because he was angry.

He had seen Xin Que's temper since she was a child; she was rebellious, eccentric, and ignorant. At worst, she was just a hooligan.

How could it possibly have such an intimidating aura?

While he was lost in thought, Xin Xin, for some unknown reason, took the initiative to go and get herself killed.

"Sister," Xin Xin grabbed Xin Fengcheng's sleeve, terrified, "How could you talk to Dad like that?"

"you......"

Xin Xin screamed and quickly hid behind Xin Fengcheng again.

Xin Que's expression remained unchanged, but her venomous, sinister eyes swept over everyone present.

Shin Bong-sung was so startled by the shards of glass that shattered at his feet that he took a step back.

“Don’t go off-topic,” Xin Que pointed to her phone, which was still playing a news video about the Women’s Virtue Academy on a loop. “I’m asking you about this academy… Be smart and don’t play dumb.”

The slight stinging sensation on his face brought Xin Fengcheng back to his senses.

He raised his hand and wiped his cheek.

There was a faint trace of blood on the fingertip.

Cut by flying debris.

Sun Xinyue swallowed hard.

Xin Que is now a madwoman who bites anyone she can get her hands on. No matter how they try to provoke her, Xin Que will go berserk.

It's better to play the quail now.

Xin Fengcheng stared blankly at Xin Que sitting on the sofa.

He seemed to have completely forgotten about his daughter.

Unlike his sickly birth mother, or his smooth-talking birth father.

What exactly is she...?

"When you were scheming and plotting for favor, you had a whole repertoire of tricks up your sleeves?" Xin Que said with some displeasure, the fruit knife in her hand flashing between her well-defined fingers, making onlookers tremble with fear. "Why is it that now when I ask you something else, you're all like mutes?"

Shin Bong-sung had a bad feeling.

The servants had been hiding in the kitchen for a long time and dared not come out.

Whether Xin Fengcheng had come to his senses or was terrified by Xin Que's madness, his voice softened considerably when he spoke again.

"What academy?" he tried to obscure his role in the women's virtue academy incident. "I enrolled you because I wanted you to cultivate your character..."

Xin Que did not voice any objections.

However, her gaze lingered on Xin Fengcheng's face, as if trying to see through his thoughts, making him feel uneasy.

Xin Fengcheng's voice became increasingly weak.

"Sigh." Xin Que sighed, twirling the fruit knife in her hand before stopping it between her thumb and forefinger, hanging there almost unsteadily.

The people present all sensed the approaching danger.

"Why is it so difficult to get everyone to speak the truth?" Xin Que's voice was light and airy, revealing no anger whatsoever; she seemed to be expressing only regret.

Just when Xin Fengcheng and the others thought Xin Que was about to give up, she moved her wrist.

The gleaming metal of the fruit knife shimmered for a moment under the light before it was driven straight into Xin Fengcheng.

Xin Que coldly watched as the fruit knife, whose trajectory was forcibly distorted by the plot, finally grazed Xin Fengcheng's neck and flew past him, embedding itself in the shoe cabinet door behind the man with a "thud!"

It seems the plot is determined to protect these supporting characters.

When Xin Xin saw the gash on Xin Fengcheng's neck, she let out another piercing scream.

It's the fear of brushing shoulders with death.

Sun Xinyue stared wide-eyed at the fruit knife stuck straight in the cabinet door beside her, and shakily moved her leg toward the door.

"Since you're scared... why don't you cooperate a little?" Xin Que's voice softened, but now she held a fruit knife in her hand. "Okay?"

Xin Xin has truly learned to be afraid.

They were not only afraid of the knife in Xin Que's hand, but also afraid of her as a person.

"Come on, answer my question." Xin Que's voice was so gentle it was almost dripping with tenderness, if you ignored the fruit knife she was wielding.

"Any of the three of you can answer... as long as the answer is one that satisfies me, everything is negotiable."

Several people trembled in unison.

"The first question... who first proposed sending me to the academy?"

Xin Que's gentle voice took on a sinister tone, tightening around their necks like a noose.

As expected, no one answered.

The villa was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, and the breathing of the few people was exceptionally clear.

Xin Que gave them only 3 seconds to remain silent.

“I really don’t want to use those methods on you.” She stood up, the knife in her hand gradually approaching them, “but you… are just too ignorant.”

Xin Que had little patience and grabbed Xin Xin, who was hiding behind Xin Fengcheng.

Xin Xin was no match for Xin Que.

"It's Xin Fengcheng!!!" Sun Xinyue's eyes were bloodshot as she rushed forward to protect her daughter.

Xin Que glanced at the middle-aged man who stood there like a wooden statue.

She slowly released her grip on Xin Xin's collar. "Why didn't you say so earlier?"

Xin Que seemed to genuinely just want the correct answer to a question, and wasn't angry that it was her own father who wanted her trapped in the women's virtue academy.

But the calmer she appears, the more panicked Xin Fengcheng and Sun Xinyue become.

Xin Xin was scrambled up and shielded behind Sun Xinyue, who was afraid that Xin Que would do something to her daughter again.

Xin Xin finally realized Xin Fengcheng's indifference.

She stared blankly at her father, who had loved her dearly since childhood, until Sun Xinyue shielded her from danger for a brief moment, at which point she burst into tears.

It's unclear whether they were weeping for Xin Fengcheng's true colors or for Xin Que's ruthlessness in attacking them.

"So you're the mastermind behind this?" Xin Que twirled the knife in her hand again, looking at Xin Fengcheng. "So it has nothing to do with Sun Xinyue and Xin Xin?"

Xin Fengcheng looked at Sun Xinyue with disbelief, "How could it all be my fault?"

"It was you who first suggested sending Xin Que to a mental hospital!"

"I was also afraid of patient abuse in mental hospitals, which is why I was deceived by that college..."

A flash of light appeared before his eyes, and Xin Fengcheng immediately shut his mouth.

“The second question,” Xin Que’s gaze shifted to the maid in the kitchen, “is where are the things I asked your family to tell you about the preparations for me?”

The servants squatted down one after another under the island platform, like radishes.

Try to minimize your presence.

Xin Fengcheng and the others were stunned for a moment, then desperately tried to recall what they were supposed to prepare for Xin Que.

After a moment, Shin Bong-sung hesitated before speaking, "An invitation to the charity gala?"

Seeing that Xin Que didn't speak, Xin Fengcheng swallowed back the words "only three sheets" that were on the tip of his tongue.

He didn't want to experience the fear of having a knife to his throat again.

"The guests invited to that charity gala were too high-level," Shin Bong-sung chuckled awkwardly. "How could I possibly have the ability to be invited to attend?"

"Your request is really putting me in a difficult position..."

After brainstorming, Shin Bong-sung decisively chose to lie and delay, another way of courting death.