The Studious Goddess Is Not To Be Provoked

"Okay, Boss, it's a piece of cake, I'm on my way back, please tell Xia Zhen, for the sake of her saving you, Boss, I won't let her be bullied."

Xia Wei'an was silent for a moment, nodded, and said, "Okay."

Hang up the phone, and continue to be silent in a daze until the sky gradually darkens.

When Di Xingchen came home from get off work, as soon as he entered the courtyard, he saw the figure sitting alone by the swimming pool at a glance.

There were few people in the imperial residence, and it was even quieter at night. Xia Weian was sitting by the swimming pool, and the street lamp behind her cast her shadow on the water, which stretched infinitely, making her look lonely and desolate.

Di Xingchen felt a layer of pity in his heart, and walked over quickly, taking off his coat while walking, and when he reached Xia Wei'an's side, he gently draped the clothes on her shoulders.

Xia Wei'an, who was immersed in a daze, was startled. When she turned her head and saw Di Xingchen, she hurriedly turned her face away, but it was too late, and Di Xingchen still saw the wound on her face.

His face sank, and he stretched out his hand to gently turn Xia Wei'an's head away, and looked at him, only to find that her left cheek was red and swollen.

"Who did it?"

Afraid that his angry appearance would frighten Xia Wei'an, Di Xingchen worked hard to adjust his emotions.

Xia Wei'an shook his head, turned his head to look at the clear pool surface, stretched out his hand to hold Di Xingchen's hand tightly, and said: "Xiamen is really dead."

Di Xingchen didn't have much expression on his face, and all the memories about Xia Weian were lost, including those who were related to her by blood, so he didn't remember Xia Zhen, and the life and death of a stranger naturally had nothing to do with him, so his There was no expression on his face.

What he cared about was who slapped Xia Weian in the face, did it hurt?

But seeing Xia Wei'an's sad face, he couldn't help but want to share with her, so he hurriedly asked, "Who is Xia Tian really?"

"My sister." Xia Wei'an raised her head slightly, fearing that the sudden tears would flow down, so she looked at the night sky and refused to let them flow out.

Hearing that it was Xia Wei'an's younger sister, Di Xingchen knew why she was so uncomfortable. No matter how many words he said at this moment, it was futile. He could only hug her tightly and give her strength and comfort.

"Do you know? If it wasn't for Xia Tian's truth, I might never know my real identity. If it wasn't for her, you might be forced to marry Qin Shanshan that day. She is a good person."

Resting her head on Di Xingchen's chest, Xia Weian's tears finally flowed down.

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After Xia Tian was really down, both mother and father had to rely on her to support them, and they lived very poorly. With the words of Chu Mingfeng and Xia Zhenwei, they couldn't hold a good funeral, so Xia Weian took the initiative to stop this matter and had a grand funeral.

When all the dust settled, she stood in front of Xia Zhenzhen's tomb, looked at the person smiling sweetly in the photo, and said firmly like a promise: "Naive, don't worry, I will definitely not let the murderer who killed you go unpunished. For the rest of my life, I will also find her out and bring her to justice!"

When Cheng Lisha came back and found out that Xia Tian was really dead, she sighed in her heart. She quickly checked the information, and reported what she found to Xia Weian after the funeral.

"Boss, Xia Tian has reformed since she was released from prison, and she rarely offends others. The neighbors around her have the impression that she is well-behaved and sensible. I checked her social network and some information, but I didn't find that she has any enemies. But five years ago, there were more people who hated her, but it was not enough to kill people."