Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
"Isn’t that right?" Liang Yinqiu snorted lightly, "Other people might not know your dirty secrets, but I do. It’s bad enough you freeload everywhere, and now you have the nerve to pester my son!"
Mu Bai’s gaze suddenly turned cold, and he grabbed Liang Yinqiu by the arm, "Mom! That’s enough!"
He tried to stop her, but instead, Liang Yinqiu only grew more aggressive, listing Shen Cheng’s wrongdoings.
"Back then, you were young, so it was understandable that you lied. But after so many years, you still haven’t changed!"
"I’m telling you, a lazy woman like you doesn’t deserve to enter the Mu Family!"
"It’s embarrassing to even speak of!"
Bam!
With a loud bang, Shen Cheng flipped the table.
Liang Yinqiu was dumbstruck, watching the overturned dining table and the expensive wine shattering on the floor. She was so furious her voice trembled, "You, you’re crazy!"
Then with another crack! Shen Cheng stomped on the high-end crystal glass on the floor, smashing it, "Yeah, I’m crazy. So what?"
"You..."
"I’m doing just fine."
"Shen Cheng, if you don’t apologize for what just happened, I won’t let it go!"
"Let it go? Fine!" Shen Cheng turned her head with a slight smile, looking at Shen Zhongming, "You gambling addict, got cash?"
Shen Zhongming didn’t hesitate for a mont, answering readily, "Miss, I don’t have cash, but I do have a card!"
Saying this, he took out a gold card and handed it over.
Shen Cheng reached out to take it, her slender fingers gliding over the card—
Then she carelessly lifted her hand, tossing the card aside.
It landed precisely by Liang Yinqiu’s feet without any deviation.
"Five million, is that enough?"
Shen Cheng’s lips curved into a smile, growing even more radiant and charming.
Mu Bai remained silent, as if from those smiling eyes, he read a hint of stubbornness and defiance.
She had matured, yet also beco a stranger.
Watching Shen Cheng leave, Mu Bai clenched his fists, never finding the courage to follow.
Liang Yinqiu was too preoccupied to notice her son’s reaction, her red-painted fingers rummaging through her LV bag for her phone, dialing a number—
"Why hasn’t that girl arrived yet? What, she’s here already? Wait... what did you say her na is?"
"What? Her last na is Shen?!"
Returning ho, Liang Yinqiu fell ill.
Those five million, truly, hit her hard without leaving a mark.
Years ago, she had attempted to drive Shen Cheng away with tens of thousands, but who would’ve thought they’d switch roles years later.
Not only did she lose face in front of her precious son, but she was also slapped hard with money.
Afterwards, Shen Zhongming indeed kept his promise, never ntioning finding a boyfriend or dating to Shen Cheng.
"Girl, didn’t Dad say he’d make chicken soup for you last ti? It didn’t happen, so how about I make it again today? I’ll make sure it turns out right this ti!"
Early in the morning, Shen Zhongming rushed to Shen Cheng, patting his chest in assurance.
Shen Cheng’s face was expressionless, not even bothering to glance at him.
"Hey, girl, at least give so reaction!"
"Heh..." Shen Cheng glanced sideways at him, forcing a stiff smile, "Hehe."
Shen Zhongming beca petrified in an instant, "Ah! What kind of reaction is this?"
"..."
"...Girl, are you feeling unwell? Are you sick?!"
"You’re the one who’s sick."
"..."
Every conversation with Shen Cheng always ended in silence for Shen Zhongming.
He started to question his life...
Isn’t a daughter supposed to be a lover from a past life? In his view, it’s closer to being an enemy.
Expertly vexing her father for a hundred years!
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