Chapter 1197: Chapter 1196: Damn It
Her most beloved and guilt-ridden eldest son, and her most, most excruciatingly painful youngest son had both been exploited by this unpresentable rural brat.
How could this not infuriate her?
It was utterly detestable!
Upon seeing Tang Qian’s expression, Wei An knew he had finally achieved his aim today. After all was said and done, this was his real purpose. Regardless of whether Jiang Yang resembled Wei Qin as a child, he would never allow him the opportunity to replace himself.
Tang Qian, driven by rage, stepped forward suddenly and raised her hand to slap Jiang Yang’s delicate, fair face. Fu Xinwu, seeing sothing was amiss, imdiately attempted to intervene but unexpectedly tripped over soone, and, unprepared, fell directly to the ground.
At the mont she hit the ground, a crisp slap resonated through the air.
Fu Xinwu’s eyes reddened with anger, and tears uncontrollably welled up in her eyes. The courtyard fell into an eerie silence, Jiang Yang’s left cheek swelling visibly at a rapid rate,
revealing a distinct handprint.
Wei An watched Jiang Yang’s disheveled and miserable state, his lips curling into a cold, barely noticeable sneer and scoff. Yet before he could retract the smile on his lips, he t Jiang Yang’s icy gaze.
Two young n of the sa age, yet the looks they exchanged sparked both animosity and murderous intent.
Jiang Yang, still in the silent deanor of just monts before, seed as if nothing around him could affect him at all—the burning pain on his face rely an illusion. He stood in place, casting a cold gaze at Wei An, his eyes filled with haughtiness and scorn,
as if even speaking a word to Wei An was beneath him.
Jiang Yang’s attitude completely infuriated Wei An. Despite being just a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy, due to his upbringing and superior attitude, coupled with the sudden downfall from his pedestal, his ntality had matured far beyond his peers.
From the mont Wei Shufen’s true nature was exposed, and he morphed from Minister Wei’s cherished Young Master into the deceased son of the Lu Family who had passed away over a decade ago, the only hatred in Wei An’s heart was for the real Young Master Wei, whom Wei Shufen had abandoned under the bridge.
Though the boy was already dead, Wei An still harbored a deadly hatred.
The re existence of that person, even though he might have died at birth, still left him with an indelible resentnt. How could everything that should have been his disappear overnight?
Had he instead beco the counterfeit?
Luckily, the real one was already dead and would no longer compete with him.
But this thought was quickly dismissed when Wei An secretly followed behind Wei Fangyi and saw the way he was looking at Jiang Yang. It imdiately gave him an intense bad premonition.
Children are most sensitive, especially to adults’ emotions.
The way Wei Fangyi looked at Jiang Yang made him feel as if he might lose everything at any mont. His father had never looked at him with such cherished, loving eyes. Even compared to Wei Qin, the difference was stark.
Now, as Wei An looked at Jiang Yang, a growing sense of urgency weighed on him. No matter who Jiang Yang was, he had to drive him away. He absolutely couldn’t let Jiang Yang steal his father.
“Fake will never beco real,” Jiang Yang’s voice rang clearly, each word landing crisp in Wei An’s ears, “Kneeling before is useless, leave!” He truly despised Wei An, and despised the people of the Wei Family.
Because ever since he had followed Sister Nan Fei to Imperial City, it had always been the Wei family mbers who provoked him at every turn.
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