She Shocks The Whole World After Retirement

The patriarch's mansion of the Jing family is a retro-style castle. The castle is covered with mottled traces of time and looks full of history. Mrs. Jing was wearing a dark blue long skirt suit embroidered with gold thread. She stood on the dome of the tallest building in the castle and looked at the capital city in the distance.

On the asphalt road leading from the capital to the Jing family, luxury cars lined up one after another to drive to the God of Worship Mountain. These are all family representatives and top experts who will come to her birthday party tonight.

Only when you come to the city can you feel the pleasure of having power in your hands.

The image of her husband who died early appeared in Mrs. Jing's mind, and she couldn't help but sneer: "Look, I said that those who are indecisive are never suitable to be in power. In this Starlight Kingdom, I say, who dares Say two!”

Immediately afterwards, another charming face flashed through Mrs. Jing's mind, and she instantly thought of some past events that made her unhappy. The smile on Mrs. Jing's lips suddenly dropped. She suddenly became angry and cursed for no reason: "Extremely stupid!"

At this moment, a black silhouette appeared in the square outside the castle.

The woman stood in the center of the square, knelt down on one knee, folded her hands together, put the back of her hands on top, and gently placed them on her forehead. She greeted Mrs. Jing loudly: "Beauty, I wish grandma a long life and good health!"

Mrs. Jing stared at the woman kneeling on one knee in the center of the square with a cold expression and said nothing for a long time.

And if she didn't speak, Jing Jiaren couldn't get up.

Mrs. Jing suddenly disappeared from the dome of the castle as if she had not heard Jing Jiaren's blessing or seen Jing Jiaren.

At that time, guests arrived one after another and gathered in the banquet building at the foot of the mountain. Mr. and Mrs. Jing Ruge dressed in gorgeous clothes and walked through the banquet hall, entertaining all the guests. But no one knew that in the square on the top of the mountain, Jing Jiaren was being basked in the scorching sun.

As the sun set, Jing Jiaren knelt from four o'clock in the afternoon until six-thirty in the evening.

Jing Jiaren, whose body had not yet fully recovered, had to kneel for two or three hours. Her body and bones were a little overwhelmed, but she did not cry or leave. She always knelt calmly. If her cheeks hadn't turned paler and a layer of sweat had broken out on her forehead, no one would have known that she had reached her limit.

It wasn't until the clock turned to 7 o'clock that the closed door of the castle opened, and Qingxi, the steward of the patriarch's mansion, walked out of the house.

She came to Jing Jiaren's side and said warmly: "Miss Jingren, the old lady asked me to give you a message, so she said that she has accepted your blessing."

"Excuse me, Aunt Qingxi." This Aunt Qingxi is not only the chief steward of the Patriarch's Mansion, but also Mrs. Jing's most trusted subordinate. She is over two hundred years old this year and has been loved by Mrs. Jing since she was a child. He kept her by his side and was loyal to Mrs. Jing.

After hearing the words, Aunt Qingxi stood quietly on one side, with no intention of reaching out to help Jing Jiaren to stand up.

Aunt Qingxi’s attitude represents the old lady’s attitude.

Obviously, she wanted Jing Jiaren to stand up on her own.

If Jing Jiaren can't even stand up, then she won't be able to sit down in the position of the young master of the Jing family.

At this time, Jing Jiaren's limbs and bones that had been washed by the ice began to tingle again. It felt like countless ants were gnawing at her bone marrow and injecting cold liquid into the middle of her bones. Jing Jiaren almost lost the ability to move, but she still gritted her teeth and stood up slowly and tremblingly.

Seeing that Jing Jiaren successfully stood up, Aunt Qingxi added calmly: "The old lady has something to say to Miss Jiaren. Please come into the room with me to talk."

Jing Jiaren nodded and followed Aunt Qingxi in. Every step she took was like stepping on sharp iron nails, but every time Jing Jiaren landed, she was steady and strong. Even though the bones in her body were in extreme pain, her pretty face always looked calm and collected, showing no sign of pain.

Arriving at the study room, Jing Jiaren said hello to Mrs. Jing again, and then she got a look from Mrs. Jing.

Mrs. Jing glanced at Jing Jiaren indifferently and asked casually: "Have you recovered?" She seemed not to notice how white Jing Jiaren's cheeks were and how dense the sweat was on her forehead. This voice of concern was not at all distracting.

Jing Jiaren nodded slightly, "Thank you for your concern, grandma. I'm fine now."

Nodding, Mrs. Jing then said, "Do you know you are wrong?"

This time Jing Jiaren didn't speak.

Mrs. Jing sneered, "Stubborn!"

Jing Jiaren remained silent.

Mrs. Jing suddenly grabbed the inkstone on the table and mercilessly threw it at Jing Jiaren's chest.

Girls' breasts are already sensitive, and the hard inkstone hit Jing Jiaren's chest, causing her to groan in pain. Mrs. Jing sat on the soft office chair and cursed almost harshly: "Asshole! Do you know that what I hate the most is people who dare to disobey me! Have you forgotten what happened to your aunt back then!"

"It's a good thing to have backbone, but if the bones are too hard and cannot be controlled, then they can only be broken and reorganized." Mrs. Jing's sharp gaze swept from the soles of Jing Jiaren's feet to the top of her head. She asked in a cold tone: "Extremities How does it feel when your bones are washed by the ice? Do you remember the feeling of your bones being washed clean?"

Jing Jiaren clenched her fists and suddenly asked Mrs. Jing: "So grandma, you broke my aunt's bones. Will my aunt listen to you?"

Mrs. Jing's face suddenly darkened. "Jing Jiaren, do you know what you are talking about?"

In these years, Jing Jiaren was the only one who dared to mention Jing Rujiu in front of her.

I have to say that she has too many similarities with Jing Rujiu. "Could it be that you also want me to drain you of all your divination power, and also want me to remove you from the Jing family tree?"

"I don't want to." Jing Jiaren looked directly at Mrs. Jing's face and suddenly laughed. She said, "Grandma, you know what I want, don't you?"

Mrs. Jing frowned and looked at Jing Jiaren thoughtfully, but she said nothing.

There was a smile on Jing Jiaren's lips that seemed both mocking and sarcastic, and she said: "I will always wear the crown of heir, and I will become the next member of the Jing family. I will wait until grandma, you are approaching your twilight years." Years, I will wait until the day you die. On that day, I will bury grandma with the highest funeral ceremony. I will definitely bury you next to grandpa, so that you can continue to love each other under the Nine Springs."

Mrs. Jing was stunned for a moment, and then she also showed a strange smile. "You little bastard, are you irritating me?"

Mrs. Jing asked thoughtfully: "Could it be that you hate me? Hate me for draining your aunt's divination power? Hate me for expelling her from the family tree? Hate me for not having any love for her?"

The longer she kept asking, the colder Mrs. Jing's smile became.

Those snake eyes looked more and more sinister.

Mrs. Jing is really like a snake, cold all over and cold-hearted.

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