Rebirth: Slice-of-life Cultivation Chapter 1659 - 904: Convergence of Time and Space

Strawberry garden.

Facing the nine-year-old Dongdong, Mrs. Chen stood speechless for a moment before scolding him: "That’s wrong!"

Dongdong lounged back in the chair with legs crossed, pulling an over-the-top face, and declared arrogantly, syllable by syllable: "What! Can! You! Do?"

Just as his words ended, Xingxing dropped to her knees, presenting him with fresh, creamy strawberries.

Mrs. Chen's breaths came fast and shallow all of a sudden, like an asthma seizure; beneath the scorching sun, her rage left her chilled to the bone—could this world sink any lower?

Mrs. Chen wasn't some idle bum without resources; she dwelled in a lawful society. She reaped the perks of regulations yet had to endure their restraints too. Against the unstoppable nine-year-old Dongdong, her cherished privileges felt utterly ridiculous.

Mrs. Chen shook for a bit, then fixed her glare on Yang Fei: "Be honest with me, did you hire him? Explain properly right now, and I’ll let it slide this once. Otherwise, I’ll watch your shop like a hawk forever!"

Yang Fei eyed the phone clutched in Mrs. Chen’s hand, still recording plainly. Admitting it would spell total ruin for him.

Facing her warning, Yang Fei replied, "Fine, go ahead and report me."

Mrs. Chen caught every word, hit by a bizarre twist; as a minor official in the system, she was the one who usually issued such lines. But today, someone flung them back at her?

The shock hit her so hard that Mrs. Chen felt dizzy and lost.

Seeing the scene, Director Han steadied his wife and guided her toward the car parked west of the bungalow, skirting past Jiang Ning’s home.

Director Han braced for more jeers from the young folks, yet to his surprise, no one stood at the entrance—they acted as if he didn’t exist.

This neglect stung worse than outright mockery; in his elevated role, Director Han seldom faced total dismissal, like he meant nothing to them.

Director Han unlocked the car, helped Mrs. Chen into the rear seat, while their son Han Chen claimed the front passenger spot.

Before driving off, Director Han scanned the bungalow and spotted a young man resembling a college student snapping photos of the car with his phone.

Director Han ignored it as the window glided upward.

This Cayenne stood out; Director Han had added soundproofing in Shen City. He blasted tunes, having swapped the Bose audio for Burmester, yielding stunning results—the speakers alone cost nearly as much as an average mid-range sedan.

The superior insulation and elite audio setup somewhat calmed Director Han’s nerves.

He had intended to phone Captain Zhou, summoning a few riverbank folks for rough detention to teach them a lesson. But Captain Zhou now ignored him, and surprisingly, contacts proved elusive.

Lost in thought, Director Han shifted into reverse and turned the vehicle; the frog-like Cayenne followed suit.

Once aligned, as Director Han prepared to accelerate, Mrs. Chen in the back—still dazed—suddenly screamed: "Where’s my Doudou? Doudou, where are you?"

Director Han hit the brakes hard and glanced behind; the white dog was gone indeed, unnoticed until now.

Mrs. Chen flung the door wide, frantically hunting her precious pet. Upon opening it, she spotted Doudou huddled in the corner, whimpers echoing, its hind legs mangled and bent.

Mrs. Chen’s wail outdid the dog’s in agony as she rushed over sobbing: "Doudou, my Doudou, what happened to you? Tell mommy quick!"

The Dogo whimpered nonstop; its wild ferocity from before had vanished entirely.

When Mrs. Chen prodded the warped legs, her features twisted, and she howled rawly: "You broke Doudou’s legs—you’re done for!"

She teetered on insanity, hatred devouring her thoughts.

Director Han figured even his death wouldn’t grieve Mrs. Chen as deeply as this.

Mrs. Chen yelled into the yard: "Who did this to my Doudou? I’m warning you, you’re finished!"

She felt certain, pinning the blame without question.

Jiang Ning and Tongtong readied their meal in the kitchen when outdoor cries drew them out to investigate.

They faced Mrs. Chen’s venomous glare; she charged aggressively, demanding: "You dared kill my dog!"

Tongtong blinked in bewilderment: "Why would we kill your dog?"

Mrs. Chen spoke with conviction: "Because you’re getting revenge on purpose!"

Xue Yuantong shot back: "Then produce your proof?"

Unable to whip up evidence on the spot, Mrs. Chen twisted logic instead: "If you didn’t hurt him, why demand proof? Wanting evidence means you’re guilty."

Xue Yuantong opened his mouth to respond.

At his side, Jiang Ning cut in, voice flat and emotionless like still ocean depths: "If we sought revenge, it’d be you—not the dog."

His words sent a icy jolt through Mrs. Chen, forcing her back a couple steps.

Yet her pet’s wounds reignited her wrath: "It’s you, you’re the ones getting revenge!"

"Leave my home." Jiang Ning stated flatly; unlike wild brawlers who lash out blindly, Mrs. Chen bound herself to the rules.

So he observed with detached curiosity, casually tracking her plays until her vaunted ties crumbled to dust.

Against outright bandits, Jiang Ning reckoned he’d have smashed them ages ago.

Under Jiang Ning’s stare, Mrs. Chen feared a beating and spat a final threat: "Just you wait—I’ll fetch the top vet to check Doudou’s wounds. You’ll all pay dearly!"

Mrs. Chen approached the gate, cradling her injured Doudou.

Mr. Qian wondered aloud: "What happened to the dog?"

Mrs. Chen jabbed a finger at them, eyes blazing with spite: "You’re accomplices too—no one gets away, you’re all headed to prison!"