The Villainous Celebrity Wife of the CEO - Chapter 182.1

Dirtbag Father (Part 2)
Father Su knew that his younger daughter’s personality was weak, so he deliberately found this soft persimmon to pinch. He took advantage of her most exhausted state, which was just after recording a show, and wanted to ignite an explosive exposé.

Unsuspectingly, his plan was knocked over by Su Jishi, who jumped out of nowhere!

Su Jishi’s hammer was thrown hard and accurately, making Father Su feel pain and cold sweats straight away. He tentatively moved his arm, but the slightest movement shot jolts of pain in his shoulder —— It was definitely a fracture!

Father Su tilted his head to look at Su Jishi’s figure. When his eyes touched the corner of her contemptuous smile, all he felt was a bone-chilling coldness which spread from his back.

“Why are you here?” Father Su asked through clenched teeth. At this time of the day, shouldn’t Su Jishi be in America writing her thesis? When did she come back?

“What’s it to you if I’m here? Don’t you forget that I broke off my father-daughter relationship with you when I was eighteen years old!” Su Jishi sneered, “Even if I came back for your funeral —— Can you afford it?”

She rendered Father Su speechless, but he must act like a father, so he scolded her, “Su Jishi! Don’t forget who you’re talking to! Even if I broke off the relationship with you, I am still your father!”

But Su Jishi ignored him.

She bent down to pick up the hammer that fell aside and gently blew away the dust on it, with a cherished and loving look. Had Mu Xiulun witnessed it, he might have been jealous.

Father Su yelled a scolding or two, but he seemed to be singing a monologue and did not get a response.

At that moment, a thin and soft voice sounded.

Su Jinqing stuck her head out from behind Lin Yan and said softly, “Since you want to be our father so much, why don’t you go and join our mother, huh?”

“You… You-you-you…” Father Su couldn’t even complete a sentence. How could he have thought that Su Jinqing, who seemed to be the most impassive, actually had such a sharp tongue?!

He was so furious that his eyes rolled, and he passed out directly!

Su Jishi hit him with her toes, and couldn’t tell whether he was pretending to be dead or had indeed fainted. He could only call the foreign bodyguards and transport him away.

The bodyguards were loyal and unconcerned. They weren’t curious, nor gossipy about the sudden change of Mr. Mu’s girlfriend from one to two.

A bodyguard asked: “Miss Su, where should we put this man better?”

Su Jishi thought for a moment and asked, “Ask Gao Ling. It’s better if you find a small warehouse in the middle of nowhere. Give him food and water every day, but don’t give him freedom. Let him stay honestly for a while, and then let him out after I’ve settled everything. —— Oh yes, give him a TV, and show Su Jin’s news, highlights, and dramas every day, especially Su Jin’s fan-cut award winning collection, 24 hours a day. Make sure he will be green with envy every day, but will never get anything every day!”

This was an extraordinarily precise mental blow.

The bodyguard took orders and went away. In a flash, the whole huge parking lot became empty and quiet.

Fang Xie was accidentally injured on the side of his face during the clash with Father Su (but he suspected that it wasn’t a mistake at all). With his mouth bruised and red, he looked around blankly and asked, “…Is this over?”

“Of course it’s not over.” Su Jishi shook her head and calmly pointed out, “I wasn’t wearing a mask. Those few paparazzi must have seen my face.”

“This…”

Even a gold medal agent like Fang Xie did not know what to do at this moment.

Those paparazzi didn’t have much professional ethics. They were like the reincarnation of a village council’s loud speaker. Even if the bodyguards smashed their cameras, they would never stay quiet as a chicken. It was not that Fang Xie didn’t think of using other methods to buy them off, but the trouble he encountered this time could never be solved with money.

As long as the paparazzi were paid once, they would become the second and third Father Su, getting greedier and greedier; if some muscular brothers coerced them, they would only yell louder. The next day the world would be full of news of so-and-so actress colluding with triads to threaten reporters.

Su Jishi couldn’t tie up so many people and imprison them together. She simply waved her hand and asked the bodyguards to put the group of paparazzi back to their kernels.

—— They didn’t have any conclusive evidence left in their hands anyway, so if they wanted to write, go ahead. They should see how many people would believe them!

Su Jinqing frowned sadly and said, “Sister, you’re really ‘exposed’.”

“No.” Su Jishi’s tone was sanguine. It was a wonder whether she was persuading herself or others, “Let’s cross the bridge when we get to it!”

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