Rebirth: Slice-of-life Cultivation Chapter 1628 - 889: Solutions for Response

Near the river dam, inside a small bungalow.

Xiao Ben puffed out his chest at Jiang Ning, and in return, Jiang Ning tossed him a peanut. With a quick shake of his head, Xiao Ben scurried off.

Only then did Director Li comprehend that the ferocious canine had been playing tricks to intimidate him!

Director Li was beyond livid; he felt that today’s humiliation was greater than any hardship he had endured in the last ten years.

Feeling battered and physically drained, his singular goal was to leave everything behind and retreat to the hospital for some peace.

Despite the burning rage inside him, Director Li really had no choice but to swallow his pride and beat a quiet retreat.

Internally, he spat a curse: 'What an abysmal river dam, not a decent soul to be found around here!'

Li Qingyang studied Jiang Ning, who was lounging and sipping tea. She found him to be a cunning yet strangely captivating individual—the massive wolfdog was freakishly well-behaved, almost like some sort of spiritual beast.

In the midst of them, Han Ju stood perfectly groomed, his authoritative aura unshaken. He cast a fleeting, dismissive glance at Jiang Ning and the others before continuing on his way, treating the entire episode as a minor annoyance.

The group departed in a hurry, restoring the usual tranquility of the riverside.

Xue Yuantong picked up a badminton racket for a quick match with Jiang Ning, while Xue Chuchu looked on as she normally did.

Yao Yiyao hadn’t brought her Maine Coon today—not due to lack of desire, but rather because the cat had grown so round that lugging it around had become a chore.

She checked her phone to see if anyone had reached out. Just as the display flickered to life, a message from Li Qingyang popped up: 'You there?'

Though they shared a history of friction, neither had bothered to block the other, each secretly hoping to outdo her rival eventually. Today, Yao Yiyao had posted photos of her lavish spread on her QQ Space, basking in pure satisfaction.

Yao Yiyao, acting the victor, replied: 'Hey, shampoo.'

Li Qingyang: 'Where are you hiding?'

Yao Yiyao: 'Look to your left.'

Li Qingyang: 'Huh? Why can't I see you near the bus stop?'

Yao Yiyao: 'My mistake, it's actually your right. Spin the other way.'

Li Qingyang followed the instruction but still failed to spot her.

Yao Yiyao: 'Turn faster!'

Li Qingyang: 'I’ve spun myself in circles! You’re nowhere to be found!'

Yao Yiyao: 'Hahaha, the image of you spinning like a top at the bus stop is hilarious!'

Li Qingyang was at her wit's end; she felt like a child trapped on a ride she couldn't escape.

She promised herself she’d snatch that man away and flaunt a picture just to crush the other girl's ego.

Holding back her indignation, Li Qingyang persisted: 'Okay, fun's over. Give me that man’s QQ number! (sunglasses)'

Li Qingyang urged: 'Hurry up!'

Yao Yiyao: 'Call me Daddy first.'

Li Qingyang didn't hesitate: 'Daddy.'

'Ah, good girl!' Yao Yiyao kept her word and promptly forwarded Jiang Ning’s contact information.

Once she received the digits, Li Qingyang asked: 'Do you have any clue why Li Han’s father is looking so banged up?'

Yao Yiyao’s interest was piqued; she despised Li Han’s family, particularly the arrogance Director Li exuded, which made her want to watch them crumble.

'Why?' Yao Yiyao asked, curious.

Li Qingyang: 'Want the scoop? Call me Daddy again.'

Yao Yiyao: 'Daddy.'

'Tsk tsk, such a good girl!' Li Qingyang sent over a candid shot of Zhang Chi along with a voice memo detailing the entire incident.

Upon getting the photo, Yao Yiyao instantly relayed the tidbits to Jiang Ning and Xue Yuantong.

Xue Yuantong, unlike the oblivious Shang Caiwei, recognized the individual instantly: 'Isn't that Zhang Chi from our class?'

Yao Yiyao looked puzzled: 'Are you suggesting Zhang Chi from your class was the one who thrashed Director Li?'

Jiang Ning, having observed everything in the bungalow via his Divine Sense, replied calmly: 'It’s no big deal.'

Yao Yiyao stuck out her tongue, teasing: 'Your classmates are certainly beasts!'

...

By four-thirty in the afternoon, the sky was painted in the fiery colors of the sunset.

Yao Yiyao eventually headed out from the river dam; Tongtong, having enjoyed a long afternoon nap, was still lingering in bed, rubbing her eyes and tinkering with her phone.

Jiang Ning sent her a message: 'There’s an apple already peeled on the table, go get a bite.'

Xue Yuantong’s face lit up. She threw on her jacket, slid into her slippers, and sprinted to the kitchen table. She took a big bite, only to realize it was a raw potato.

She was wide awake now, storming out in a fit of rage to confront Jiang Ning.

Jiang Ning was by the door playing badminton with Chuchu. Facing Tongtong’s fiery glare, he replied smoothly: 'Oh, maybe Chuchu ate it.'

Xue Chuchu was caught off guard, left speechless for a moment. 'I’m standing right here, do I look like the scapegoat?'

After meeting Tongtong’s intense gaze, Chuchu stated dryly: 'I didn’t touch it.'

Tongtong’s analytical eyes snapped back to Jiang Ning.

Jiang Ning: 'Wait, now that I think about it, perhaps I forgot to peel it altogether.'

Xue Yuantong mentally noted his tricks, promising herself a future settlement of scores.

Observing the scene, Xue Chuchu set down her racket, remaining composed as ever: 'I’ll go peel one for you.'

Tongtong was suddenly delighted but still annoyed. Jiang Ning beat her to the punch, praising her: 'Chuchu, you’re the best!'

Tongtong’s words lodged in her throat. Feeling awkward, she stammered out: 'Chuchu, you really are the best.'

Since Yao Yiyao had gifted them a crate of red apples earlier that day, Xue Chuchu grabbed three and headed for the kitchen. Jiang Ning acted like a lord, waiting expectantly by the door for his snack.

In the neighboring yard, Mr. Qian stole a look at them, unable to hold back his frustration: 'You two bully Chuchu all day long, yet you sit here admiring the sunset? Have you no shame?!'

His voice dripped with bitter resentment.

Jiang Ning shot him a nonchalant look and said: 'Tongtong, tell Dongdong to drop off some strawberries for Mr. Qian later.'

Mr. Qian’s expression underwent a wild transformation. He cleared his throat and switched to a melodic, overly dramatic tone: 'Reflecting on it now, the sky seems quite blue and the breeze is quite refreshing. I must have been mistaken earlier. Look at this sunset—it’s glorious. The evening breeze is mild. Sitting here watching the clouds drift by, appreciating the finer points of existence... you two truly have the right idea!'