Wuwuwu…
After more than a dozen slaps, Zeng Jiahui’s face was swollen, and blood trickled from the corner of her mouth.
Afraid of being hit again, she could only look at Jiang Nanfang pitifully and start crying.
Seeing her in this state, Jiang Nanfang felt an immense sense of satisfaction.
If her mother had been half as assertive as she was now, she wouldn't have been driven to suicide by anger.
She hoped that her spirit in heaven could find some solace in seeing this scene.
Without Jiang Nanfang’s car, the atmosphere was heavy, and the journey back became uninteresting.
Whether it was from playing too much or for some other reason, the two children were silent, each looking out their respective car windows at the scenery.
Zhan Beijue sat alone, recalling the words Jiang Xingchen had said at Disneyland, feeling a sense of unease.
They didn't even spare the grave of a deceased person. No wonder Jiang Nanfang gritted her teeth whenever their family was mentioned.
“Daddy, look. Isn’t that the person who argued with Mommy at Disneyland sitting in the car next to us?”
Rui Rui suddenly turned and nudged Zhan Beijue.
Zhan Beijue glanced out the window.
Indeed, in the lane parallel to theirs, Jiang Xingchen was speaking animatedly on the phone.
This kind of low-class, vulgar person would do anything in a fit of emotion.
Would Jiang Nanfang’s provocation today lead him to carry out his wicked deeds prematurely?
The gentle smile of Jiang Nanfang’s mother reappeared in his mind.
He had never had the chance to repay her kindness, and now, it seemed fate had granted him an opportunity.
He just didn't know where Jiang Zhenjun lived.
He hadn't had a wedding when he married Jiang Nanfang, nor had he paid his respects to the Jiang family.
“Ah Zhong.”
With three seconds left on the red light, Ah Zhong turned his head back.
“What is it, President Zhan?”
“Go to Jiang Zhenjun’s house. You still remember the address, right?”
Zhan Beijue wondered what Ah Zhong was good for if he dared to forget anything.
Especially the maternal home of his only ex-wife.
“I remember.” Ah Zhong drove the car to the intersection ahead, turned around, and followed Jiang Xingchen, heading towards the Jiang residence.
Seeing Zeng Jiahui’s swollen face and bleeding mouth, Sister Zhang tentatively stepped forward to intervene.
“What’s going on, miss? Why the commotion as soon as you got back? Let go of the madam. The master has never been willing to hit her. He’ll be angry if he sees this when he returns.”
Protecting such a shameless, hypocritical old woman, what was the point?
Jiang Zhenjun had never been willing to hit her?
Ha. Jiang Zhenjun, who had a background in sports, was tall and strong, with incredible stamina. He had hit his mother and himself many times!
She hadn't intended to hit her again, but hearing Sister Zhang’s words, Jiang Nanfang’s anger flared, and she couldn’t help but slap Zeng Jiahui a few more times.
“I’m hitting her! What kind of person is she, this shameless Indian! If it weren't for her, my mother would have died? If you don’t know our family matters, don’t interfere. Stay away, and be careful I splash blood on your face!”
Seeing her ferocity, Sister Zhang was so frightened that she dared not speak, quietly retreated to the side, and slipped out of the door.
Zeng Jiahui felt dizzy from the beating and thought she couldn't go on living, so she decided to fight back.
“Jiang Nanfang, you’re too much! I should have starved you to death back then! You just wait, my husband and son will deal with you when they get back! You just wait!”
Jiang Nanfang tugged hard at her hair. “I’ll wait. If you have the guts, let your husband and son come back now. Let’s see who deals with whom today.”
As soon as she finished speaking, her hair was suddenly grabbed too.
A familiar and ferocious voice reached her ears.
“Jiang Nanfang, you wretched creature! You’re not dead yet? You dare to come home?”
“You’ve gone too far, you damn thing, fighting with your aunt? I haven’t even laid a hand on her, and you think you’re someone! Kneel down and apologize to her!”
She didn't need to turn around to know that Zeng Jiahui’s protector had returned.
He had repeated these scolding words for over ten years, and Jiang Nanfang knew them by heart.
They say daughters are their father’s little lovers from a past life, but it didn’t apply to Jiang Nanfang.
She and Jiang Zhenjun weren’t lovers in a past life, but rather a karmic tie; they’d been at each other’s throats from the moment they met in this life.
It seemed it could never change.
He was one meter eighty, she was one meter sixty-five. Being held by him from above, with him calling her a "wretched creature" and asking if she was dead, showed how much he wished her dead.
Jiang Nanfang released Zeng Jiahui’s hair, kicked her in the stomach, sending her stumbling back a few steps, and then sneered.
“Jiang Zhenjun, can you use your brain when you curse me? I am your daughter. You call me a wretched creature, a damn thing, so what are you?”
She had wanted to say this for a long time.
Every time she was beaten as a child.
After enduring it until today, even though she said it while her hair was being pulled, it felt incredibly satisfying.
“How dare you speak to me like that? You’re asking for death!”
Jiang Zhenjun, still pulling her hair, turned her face towards him.
“I ask you, who gave you permission to divorce Zhan Beijue without my consent? Where did you go after the divorce?”
“Because of your willfulness, do you know the great losses you brought to our family? Wretched creature, how did I end up with such a troublemaker!”
Although Jiang Nanfang had a secret crush on Zhan Beijue when she was studying, she knew her place.
She knew she wasn't good enough for him and never appeared before him, let alone expressed her feelings.
However, Jiang Zhenjun was shamelessly persistent, remembering a casual act of kindness from years ago. When his company was on the verge of collapse, he shamelessly went to Old Master Zhan’s sickbed and begged for this marriage.
The Zhan family gave him fifty million as a bride price, and he still said she was useless?
“Fifty million from the Zhan family didn't make you rich enough to choke on? And you call me useless? Your wife and son are so useful, how much money have they made for you over the years?”
“Jiang Zhenjun, back then you relied on my mother, and later on me. To be such a leech and still dare to hit me? You are truly shameless!”
How dare he curse me by name?
Jiang Zhenjun’s eyes were bloodshot. “You went out for a few years and grew some wings, huh? Dare to talk back? And dare to be disrespectful to me? Jiang Nanfang, don’t you know who you are anymore?”
Jiang Nanfang wished she could forget who she was, but her genes were stubborn; her appearance was eighty percent like Jiang Zhenjun’s.
Everyone praised her for her prominent eyebrows and large eyes, her good bone structure, and the inherent heroism about her.
Little did they know that Jiang Nanfang hated this compliment the most.
“That’s right, my wings are strong now, I’m capable, so you’d better not provoke me.”
“Since I dared to hit her, I dare to hit you too. Don’t push me.”
“You’ve gone too far! You want to fight your own father?”
Zeng Jiahui, holding her pitiful face, interjected, “Exactly, husband. Look how arrogant she is now! I told you she wasn’t a good person, but you didn’t believe me!”
“My face is almost ruined from her beating. If you don’t get revenge for me today, I won’t live. Teach her a lesson, quickly, hit her hard, beat her to death.”