Chapter 1007: Chapter 995: Qiao Jing’s True Face Revealed
After stopping Yang Xiaoxiao, Qiao Hong sneered coldly, "You still want to run? Do you think you can get away? The high-definition footage of the bet you made that day is still saved on my phone. This time, you can’t back out!"
Qiao Lin also stared at Yang Xiaoxiao, threatening in a deep voice, "If you dare to break your promise and don’t fulfill the bet, we’ll find a few well-known bloggers to post your story online, so everyone will know what kind of person you are!"
It’s not that they were being aggressive; it’s just that this Yang Xiaoxiao kept making trouble every day.
If they didn’t teach her a lesson, to make her remember it, this clumsy clown would never stop!
At this moment, Yang Xiaoxiao was both angry and regretful.
She was so furious she almost bit her silver teeth to pieces and so regretful that her intestines turned blue!
If she had known it would be like this, she would never have suggested the idea of kneeling and barking like a dog!
No! She shouldn’t have bet with Qiao Lao San at all!!
Seeing Yang Xiaoxiao clenching her fists, with a face full of unwillingness and resentment, totally not wanting to fulfill the bet, Qiao Lin spoke again, "So what will it be? Do you want to shave your head first or bark like a dog first?"
At this point, Qiao Hong happened to see scissors on the table next to her, picked them up casually, and waved them in front of Yang Xiaoxiao.
"There’s no haircutting tool here, so we’ll just make do with these scissors. Consider it a bargain for you!"
After saying that, Qiao Hong gave Qiao Lin a look.
Qiao Lin caught the hint, immediately lunged forward, and grabbed Yang Xiaoxiao’s arms, holding her firmly in place.
"Let me go! Qiao Lao Er! Let go of me!"
"Qiao Hong! Don’t come over! No! Don’t cut my hair!"
"Mmm, mmm—"
Yang Xiaoxiao screamed and yelled, annoying Qiao Lin, who simply covered her mouth with her hand to prevent her from making any noise.
Qiao Hong moved quickly and within moments reduced Yang Xiaoxiao’s beautiful hair into a mess like a dog’s gnawed head.
Seeing her carefully maintained long hair cut into pieces, falling continuously, Yang Xiaoxiao was so furious she gritted her teeth.
Yet, she couldn’t beat four hands alone and feared the threats from Qiao Hong and Qiao Lin earlier, so she had to suppress her anger.
After cutting enough, Qiao Hong stopped and put the scissors back, raising her eyebrows, "Alright, we’re too lazy to shave you bald. Consider the haircut done, all that’s left is for you to kneel down and bark like a dog!"
Qiao Lin released Yang Xiaoxiao and urged, "Hurry up, don’t waste time. You were the one who proposed the bet in the first place. If you dare to talk, you must dare to act. It’s better to get it over with quickly than to drag it out. Otherwise, I’ll contact the bloggers right now to expose your story online!"
Under Qiao Lin’s intimidation, Yang Xiaoxiao bit her lip, donned an iron-green face, and knelt down with a ’plop’.
Seeing her simply kneeling, Qiao Hong "considerately" reminded, "And the barking! Hurry up!"
Upon hearing this, Yang Xiaoxiao’s face instantly took on a constipated expression.
She opened her mouth and forced out a sound of boundless humiliation, "Woof, woof, woof—"
At that moment, the more embarrassed Yang Xiaoxiao was, the more relieved Qiao Hong and Qiao Lin felt.
Qiao Lin coldly huffed, "People like her deserve a harsh lesson to stop being so arrogant and always targeting our little Jing!"
Saying this, Qiao Lin took out her phone, intending to record Yang Xiaoxiao barking.
Noticing this, Qiao Hong shook her head at Qiao Lin, stopping her, "Let’s not do the recording. Yang Xiaoxiao may be vile and shameless, but we shouldn’t stoop to her level. Otherwise, we’re no different than her?"
On hearing this, Qiao Lin found it reasonable and immediately dismissed the idea of recording.
She was not the same as scum like Yang Xiaoxiao!!
At this moment, in another room.
Following Song Jiaqi into the room, Qiao Jing watched as Song Jiaqi casually closed the door.
Then, she pointed to a spot on Qiao Jing’s back and began, "Sister Jing Yun, I remember you had a red mole here. Just to confirm whether I’ve got the right person or not, let’s check if there’s a red mole, and it’ll be clear."
Qiao Jing didn’t know if she had ever noticed such a thing before, but in her state of amnesia, she hadn’t paid attention to moles.
After hearing Song Jiaqi, she stepped into the adjacent bathroom, lifted her shirt and looked at her back facing a mirror.
At the spot Song Jiaqi mentioned, there indeed was a not very noticeable red mole!
Qiao Jing was slightly stunned; she started to believe she might be the Jing Yun as Song Jiaqi claimed.
After all, a mole on the back was quite private, and only someone close could have seen it.
This indicates she and Song Jiaqi might indeed have known each other before!
Once Song Jiaqi caught up and also saw the red mole on Qiao Jing’s back, she said excitedly, "I knew I wouldn’t mistake you, you are indeed Sister Jing Yun!"
With that, she shifted focus and looked suspiciously at Qiao Jing’s face, "However, Sister Jing Yun, your face... it wasn’t like this before, no those pimples..."
Upon hearing this, Qiao Jing was somewhat shocked inside.
According to Song Jiaqi, she must have seen her true face before.
If that’s the case, it’s undeniable that they knew each other before...
After pondering for a few seconds, Qiao Jing raised her hand, slowly peeled off the fake skin from her face, revealing her originally beautiful look.
Song Jiaqi widened her eyes, staring at Qiao Jing’s stunning face, nodding repeatedly, "Yes, yes, that’s right! Sister Jing Yun, you’re still as pretty as ever!"
"I was just wondering why you looked different; it turns out you were in disguise! If you came as you are now, I would’ve recognized you at once!"
Now, Qiao Jing’s doubts were completely dispelled.
She looked at Song Jiaqi, thinking she might learn something about her past and confirm her original identity through this girl.
Thinking this, Qiao Jing tentatively asked, "Do you know where I’m from? Or where I used to live?"
Song Jiaqi paused for a moment, seemingly not expecting such a question.
Although finding it a bit odd, Song Jiaqi still answered truthfully, "Even though we spent several months together back then, you never mentioned those things, only saying you were the sister of the Divine Doctor Jing."
"What about my family and friends, did I ever mention them? Also, what did I do before?"
Qiao Jing’s series of questions made Song Jiaqi realize something was amiss.
She surveyed Qiao Jing with an odd look, "Sister Jing Yun, what’s wrong with you? Why are you asking me these questions? You should be the one who knows these things best! It’s so strange..."
Qiao Jing replied softly, "I don’t remember the past."
"Don’t remember? Why can’t you remember?"
Song Jiaqi couldn’t quite process this, looking at Qiao Jing with puzzlement.
Qiao Jing had to explain, "I have amnesia; I can’t recall anything from four years ago."