Obedient? Dutiful? Fan Rou really couldn’t imagine such words being used to describe Fan i.
A person like that, smoking and drinking all the ti. Who knows how many n she’s been with, and yet she’s called obedient?
"I’ll have soone investigate." Fan Father pulled his collar out of Fan Mother’s grip.
After coaxing her for so long, this was already unprecedented for Fan Father.
Whatever she said seed to hit a nerve with Fan Mother, who suddenly lunged at Fan Rou: "It was you, it must have been you. Give back my daughter, give back my daughter."
Fan Rou dared not resist, allowing her to pounce right on her. Off balance, she was knocked by Fan Mother onto the sofa.
Fan Mother grabbed her hair and started hitting her viciously.
"It wasn’t who hit her, mother." Fan Rou felt really pained and resisted a little bit.
She didn’t expect to provoke even more intense cursing and beating from Fan Mother.
Fan Rou tried to dodge to the side. As soon as she straightened up, Fan Mother grabbed her hair. The pain made Fan Rou lose her balance, her head slamming into the glass table.
The glass shattered, cutting into her forehead.
Fan Father finally reacted and said to the servants standing by: "What are you standing there for? Hurry and save her."
"Oh." Several servants who were on good terms with Fan Rou quickly stepped forward and, with so effort, pulled Fan Rou away from Fan Mother.
"Blood, she’s bleeding." A servant shouted.
"What’s all the yelling for? Get her upstairs and call the family doctor over." Fan Father said with a stern face.
"Let her die, why save her?" Fan Mother shouted.
Fan Father motioned to the servants to take Fan Rou upstairs and then asked Fan Mother: "What madness is this?"
"I’m the crazy one? It must be her doing, why don’t you believe it?" She believed her daughter, that she would never lie about such things to her.
Back then, she said it was Fan Rou who hard her; it must have been her.
Why don’t people believe it?
"Proof? What proof do you have that shows it was her?" Fan Father scolded.
"Proof, right? Don’t worry, I’ll certainly find proof." She refused to believe she couldn’t find any trace of evidence.
"If you have that kind of leisure, why not teach your remaining daughter well." Fan Father said impatiently.
Fan i’s way of dying, honestly, he’s ashad to even speak of it.
He’s grateful he sent her abroad. If this happened in the country, his reputation would be ruined.
"What’s wrong with my daughters? What’s wrong with them?" Fan Mother was already in a bad mood, and hearing such words made her even angrier.
"If they were good, they wouldn’t be doing such things, always mingling with disreputable people outside." Fan Father’s expression darkened as well.
"If my daughters are disreputable, then what about Fan Rou? No matter what, my daughters are better than so socialite, right?"
In Fan Mother’s eyes, Fan Rou is just a prostitute, available to anyone!
How does she compare to her daughter?
Fan Father, a military man, wasn’t good with words to begin with, and naturally couldn’t argue against Fan Mother. He said with a stern face, "Face the wall and think about your actions."
"I think it’s you who needs to think things over. Don’t bla for not warning you; when the whole Fan Family is ruined by her, don’t regret it." Fan Mother showed no sign of backing down.
"Take her back to her room." Fan Father no longer wanted to face Fan Mother.
When did the woman who was once intelligent and composed beco such a hysterical shrew?
Fan Father felt a headache coming on.
However, thinking of what she said, a dark look flashed in his eyes.
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