Stepmother's Ultimate Pleasure in the Aristocratic Family

Chapter 113: Carrying bags for the ladies in the family is Qi family tradition

Pan Jia's father pulled up a chair and sat down, clearly intent on bargaining with the head teacher.

"Teacher, when it comes down to it, our Jiajia is also a victim here. Any punishment or demerit should only go to this young man."

As he spoke, the man pointed at Qi Shaobai.

The indicated Qi Shaobai was clearly already very impatient. He met the man's gaze directly.

Now it was the man who had been speaking arrogantly who was taken aback. He turned his attack towards the school authorities, saying to the head teacher:

"We sent our daughter to No. 1 High School in the hopes that she would have a good learning environment. Now that an incident like this has happened, shouldn't the school give us parents an explanation?"

Sheng Mumu had been standing to the side for quite a while now, piecing together fragments of information. She finally realized what was wrong.

She slowly walked over to Qi Shaobai and said unhurriedly:

"Have you seen these love letters?"

Qi Shaobai's eyebrows furrowed slightly and his cold, aloof eyes flickered as he recalled.

He would find girls' love letters in his drawer every now and then.

But he would never open and read them.

He also couldn't confirm if he had received any of the ones here in front of him now.

Leaning lazily against the wall, he glanced at the crying girl he didn't know and lazily said:

"I've never read any of them."

Sheng Mumu naturally believed his words. She pursed her lips:

"I see. I understand now."

Then she went over to the girl called Pan Jia.

The man sitting in the chair stood up warily, "What are you doing?"

Sheng Mumu turned her head and revealed a polite smile:

"Don't worry, I just want to ask your daughter a few questions to understand the situation."

"The situation is already very clear. If there's anything else to ask, ask me." The man said.

Sheng Mumu raised her eyebrows, "The love letters weren't written by you, so it's not very suitable to ask you."

Having said that, she ignored the dumbfounded man and went straight over to Pan Jia.

Her tone became softer and gentler. She handed over a tissue.

"Don't be nervous. As a parent, I want to understand the situation."

Pan Jia trembled as she took the tissue. Her body was unnaturally tense and she didn't dare meet Sheng Mumu's gaze.

Sheng Mumu's gaze was sharp. She slowly and deliberately spoke:

"You said you were dating our Qi Shaobai, correct?"

"Uh..." Pan Jia hemmed and hawed. Suddenly her arm was shoved.

Her mother beside her urged, "Your parents are right here. Speak up boldly."

Pan Jia bit her lip. It seemed she had summoned up great courage before nodding almost imperceptibly and saying in a tiny voice: "...Yes."

Sheng Mumu asked again: "Other than the letters you wrote, did Qi Shaobai ever write back?"

Pan Jia's head drooped lower and lower. "...No, none."

"Mrs. Qi, are you finished with your questions?" Pan Jia's father cut in loudly. "Lack of replies doesn't prove your son's innocence. My wife and I saw Jiajia hiding in her room talking on the phone every night with our own eyes."