Chapter 292: Even a Dead End is a Path
Chapter 292: Even a Dead End is a Path
Everyone gathered around Wen Jin, pointing and whispering.
"This child looks so well-dressed, how can he be so unfilial?"
"This is simply a disgrace to society, a scumbag! He's turned against the Heavenly Gang! How can elders kneel before juniors?"
"How can there be such an ungrateful wretch in the world? His parents have passed away, and he treats the people who raised him like this? He doesn't deserve to live."
"Hurry up and give her the money. Look how she's crying. If she wasn't really in trouble, who would abandon their dignity to do this? Besides, she raised you all these years and must have spent a lot of money on you."
"That's right! Give me my money back!"
No one knows who started it, but soon Wen Jin was also engulfed by the condemnation, and the words "return the money" were heard everywhere.
The excessive noise made Wen Jin's ears ring.
She clenched her fists and quietly lowered her eyelids.
I didn't miss the smug smile that appeared on Zhao Qin's lips as she wiped away her tears.
Wen Jin bit her lip secretly, the clear pain and the spreading sweet and metallic taste pulling her out of the buzzing emptiness in her brain.
Don't back down.
Do not hide.
don't want--
To condone Zhao Qin's despicable behavior.
She not only needs to get out of that darkness, but she should have faced everything long ago.
Faced with fierce criticism from onlookers, Wen Jin remained calm and composed, saying, "I did nothing wrong, and I don't owe them anything."
But it is always those who cry who evoke more pity.
Especially for passersby who only see the surface and don't understand the truth, they naturally tend to side with whoever cries the loudest.
Therefore, Wen Jinye's stability was perceived as indifference by them.
Wen Jin looked at Zhao Qin, who was kneeling in front of him and continuing to play the victim, and slowly squatted down.
All I could feel was that the surroundings were pitch black.
More and more people gathered to watch.
A human wall was formed, and the doubts and insults from those people, combined with Zhao Qin's slander, trapped her completely.
If she could, she would kick Zhao Qin hard in the chest right now, wanting to see her hysterical, ferocious expression when she couldn't keep up the act anymore.
Even now, Wen cannot.
Zhao Qin is capable of using any means necessary.
However, she still had to consider her identity and profession, and regulate her words and actions.
"You raised me all these years, what are you referring to as merit and hard work? Does your merit mean that I survived the clutches of your Tan family and didn't go astray? And what about the hard work? Does your hard work mean the exhaustion you felt when you cornered me and subjected me to your insults and abuse?"
She remains clear-headed and composed, and even when she says these words, there is not a trace of grievance on her face.
“Zhao Qin, I don’t care what your purpose is. You have someone behind you. You want to put me in a difficult position and ruin me. You won’t get a single penny from me.”
"The insurance money after my parents passed away, the mortgaged property of my family, and all the money that should have been inherited by me—where did it all end up? You say you have a clear conscience towards me all these years, but this reminds me of something."
“I will investigate my parents’ hospital records from back then, and contact each of the insurance companies one by one. We will settle everything together.”
The woman's cold gaze and sharp words sent a chill down Zhao Qin's spine.
For a moment, she forgot to cry.
The clamor from the onlookers, who were originally filled with righteous indignation and criticizing Wen Jinye, subsided somewhat.
Some people were completely confused.
"Is there going to be a twist in this situation?"
"We certainly can't just listen to one person's side of the story."
"But how can she be so calm? I think she's faking it."
Everyone started discussing, each contributing their own thoughts.
So many people, whether they are defending and feeling sorry for Zhao Qin, or criticizing and scolding Wen Jinye, or now their opinions are wavering and they are trying to understand the problem from Wen Jinye's perspective.
In reality, true champions of justice are few and far between, or even nonexistent.
We're all just opportunists, easily swayed by rumors.
They're just venting their resentment by gossiping about others.
Looking at Wen Jin's icy demeanor, Zhao Qin suddenly felt uncertain.
After all, the way she treated Wen Jinye back then was partly out of malice, and partly to pressure Wen Jinye's spirit and make her afraid of her.
Therefore, he dared not delve into the details of the inheritance his parents left behind after their deaths.
But she just said she wants to settle accounts...
While pretending to sob and cry, Zhao Qin was secretly plotting something.
She was already barefoot and had nothing to fear, and besides, she had He Jiayu backing her up.
Thinking of this—
Zhao Qin's wailing cries returned.
"You have no conscience! No conscience! Everyone, don't believe her one-sided story! Even if you don't want to help me, you can't slander me like this! Your brother's life is hanging in the balance, and you not only refuse to help, but you also want to smear me. How can a person be so vicious? Are you trying to drive me to the brink? I really have nowhere else to go, I might as well die."
Wen Jin also looked at her coldly, "How can a dead end not be considered a road?"
"As for Tan Donglin's critical condition, thank you for the good news. I hope he can be free from this soon. If you really care about him, go with him. Don't make a scene here."
The photographers were dumbfounded when they got out of the car.
The market was sparsely populated; even the pork vendor wasn't at his stall.
Everyone rushed forward and surrounded Wen Jinye and the woman.
The reporter, Wen, who is usually gentle, humble, and polite, was told by someone that she was advising people to die.
One of the old men was particularly angry when he heard Wen Jinye's words. He probably thought of his own unfilial son and took an egg out of his bag and threw it at Wen Jinye's head.
Wen Jin also turned her body to the side, but was still hit on the forehead by the egg.
After the dull pain from the impact subsided, a thick, flowing liquid with a slightly fishy smell trickled down my forehead.
She gave a mocking, contemptuous smile, a fleeting glint of despair in her eyes.
"shameless!"
How could there be such a person?
"That's absolutely vicious!"
Upon seeing this, the photographer immediately squeezed into the crowd and pulled Wen Jin along as they ran.
Today's interview is definitely not going to happen.
*
Wen Jin's scuffle with Zhao Qin at the vegetable market was posted on social media almost simultaneously.
After much editing, only Wen Jinye's cold and sharp words and Zhao Qin's helpless and heart-wrenching cries remained.
This time, many people who had remained neutral online couldn't sit still and joined the camp that criticized Wen Jinye.
[I'm out of ideas, mystics. Faces are worthless in the face of moral principles. This woman is beyond redemption.]
[He hooked up with a Hong Kong entertainment mogul, his career is booming, he's moved into a luxury mansion, yet he won't even offer basic assistance to his relatives. How mean can someone be?]
[Reply: Moreover, the Hong Kong entertainment bigwig was actually snatched away; details can be found on He Jiayu's account. Although it wasn't explicitly stated, everyone understands. Also, it turns out that even the most powerful man can't resist a seductive woman.]
[Putting myself in my aunt's shoes, it feels so hopeless, so heartbreaking.]
[Looking for someone to sell a XX membership card? Looking to buy at a high price.]
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Goodnight everyone!
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