Movie/TV: How could my sister be Qiao Jingjing?

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That's normal; how can a dowry room be compared to a wedding room?

This is meant for my son.

A house that most people would struggle their entire lives to afford is worth tens of millions.

This house represents half a lifetime of hard work by the old man and his father.

Qiao Yu's family was better off when he was a child.

My parents own four properties.

After selling the two properties, they bought their current house.

The last set was cashed out during the "economic crisis".

The economic crisis of that year was a taboo subject for this small family, and they never mentioned it.

In the hall, the crystal chandelier emitted a bright light, and the LCD TV was on.

Unfortunately, the show "I Am a Singer" was playing at that time.

Qiao Jingjing's tall and beautiful figure appeared on the screen.

As expected, a wilted radish has a spicy heart.

The old man was clearly doing it on purpose.

Qiao Jingjing walked in, holding her younger brother's hand, pausing every few steps.

Upon seeing the old man sitting imposingly on the sofa, one should first give him a slight shushing.

Then I looked at the programs playing on the online TV.

Boo three more times.

She hesitantly called out, "Dad."

The old man slammed his hand on the coffee table. "You still consider me your father?"

Both the siblings were afraid of the old man.

The old man roared, and she cowered on one side.

Qiao Jingjing turned pale with fright and said in a tearful voice, "I...I..."

The old man sneered, "You've really grown wings, haven't you? Have you forgotten your own name?"

Qiao Jingjing said, "My surname is Qiao."

"You dare talk back?" The old man slammed his hand on the coffee table again.

Qiao Jingjing panicked and said, "I didn't!"

Seeing his sister's poor condition, Qiao Yu secretly broke out in a cold sweat.

They quickly pushed Su Jinbei forward: "Dad, Mom, this is my sister's classmate."

Su Jinbei understood Qiao Yu's gaze and gave him a reassuring look that said, "Leave it to me."

Her smile was serene and graceful as she spoke:

"Uncle and Aunt, my name is Su Jinbei. I came to visit you without telling you."

The old man forced a smile: "Zijin, I've heard about you from Bao Bao. Welcome, welcome."

Cultured people are indeed concerned about their image; Su Jinbei felt confident.

Just then, Qin Ma said with a smile, "Jinbei, would you like some tea?"

"No, no, no."

Su Jinbei waved her hand.

"Have a drink, we don't have anything good to offer you at home."

Qiao's mother brewed her a cup of light tea and said with a smile, "You're really handsome. If Jingjing were as well-behaved as you, we'd have it so much easier. Please sit down for a while. Her father and I have something to take care of."

After saying that, he left Su Jinbei standing to the side.

Su Jinbei blinked and gave Qiao Yu a look:

This script is wrong.

Qiao Yu replied with his eyes: Now you know what it means to be an old hand?

You can entertain guests and discipline your children at the same time.

Qiao Jingjing's pleading eyes peeked in.

Su Jinbei replied with her eyes:

What else can I say? I'm helpless too.

She couldn't say: "Don't hit Qiao Jingjing."

She, an outsider, should not say such things.

Having neither a stance nor the right, I've needlessly angered two old geezers.

The only way to restrain them is by thinking that "it's inconvenient to hit the child when there are outsiders around."

But cultured people are thick-skinned and turn a blind eye.

"What did I tell you? Did you listen? Your brother hasn't even graduated yet, and you dare to disobey me. Behind my back, you're dragging him into the entertainment industry?"

"Do whatever you want, don't you know your brother wants to pursue a master's and doctoral degree?"

"Your surname is Qiao? I think your surname is Wang!"

The old man was cursing so hard that spittle flew everywhere.

Qiao Jingjing lowered her head, not daring to talk back.

Su Jinbei, surnamed Wang, was taken aback and turned to look at Qiao Yu.

The saying goes, "No one knows a father better than his son."

Qiao Yu instantly understood the old man's malicious curse, and moved closer to her without making a sound, lowering his voice:

"A turtle in confinement—playing with its eggs."

Su Jinbei's lips twitched.

I thought to myself, if you want to scold my daughter, then scold her. What did I, surnamed Wang, ever do to offend you? I'm just an innocent bystander caught in the crossfire.

"Don't underestimate my dad just because he's an intellectual. Intellectuals never use foul language when they curse, and they're incredibly eloquent."

Qiao Yu said something, but Qiao's mother gave him a sidelong glance and he immediately fell silent.

"Is Qiao Yu cut out for the entertainment industry? Is that a place where he can make a name for himself?"

The old man took a sip of tea to soothe his throat and continued his rant:

"You were the one who disagreed with me going into acting back then, and you quietly joined Jiaxing Entertainment. What, are you trying to drag Qiao Yu down the same path this time?"

"Don't you know what people are saying about you online right now?"

Big-breasted girl?

Long legs for ten years?

Give the grass a score of 10?

The old man felt a surge of anger rising within him as he recalled the comments online.

He wanted to beat his daughter to death.

He cursed for a good ten minutes, thoroughly enjoying his verbal sparring.

Then the old man pulled out a feather duster from behind the cushion; the old man was not much younger than Qiao Yu.

Qiao Jingjing's face turned pale, and she shrank back a few steps in fright.

Qiao Yu's expression also changed drastically.

This was the "murder weapon" that was specially prepared for him back then.

The old man shouted, "Stand up straight! If you're going to get hit, stand at attention! Didn't I teach you that?"

Qiao Yu, standing nearby, thought to himself: You taught me, didn't you?

Qiao Jingjing cast a pitiful look at her mother.

Qiao's mother seemed to be in deep meditation, her eyes focused on her nose and her mind.

"Stretch out your hand," the old man shouted again.

With tears in her eyes, Qiao Jingjing reluctantly extended her fair and delicate right hand.

Qiao Yu could tell from his father's expression that he was truly angry.

Just like when Qiao Jingjing signed a contract with a talent scout without authorization.

The old man also grabbed a feather duster and gave him a good beating.

Qiao's mother held a rolling pin.

This can only be considered a minor skirmish.

"I told you to cut the network cable."

The old man raised the feather duster.

It's easy to guess (by goodness) that the family's internet cable was cut by the daughter.

"Snapped!"

The feather duster lashed hard at Qiao Jingjing's palm.

Qiao Jingjing cried out in pain.

Tears streamed down her face, and she jumped back like a startled deer.

"Come stand up here!" the old man shouted.

"Snapped"

Another hard slap.