"You’ve disappointed me so much," Jun Qing shook his head repeatedly.
"Disappointed? Ha..." Wuyang scoffed with irony, "Yes, in your heart, only Jun Moyan is your real son. Whatever I do, I can’t compare to him. In your heart, my mother will never compare to that dead wretched woman... *smack.*"
No sooner had Wuyang finished speaking than a sharp slap resounded fiercely.
Wuyang’s face was struck to one side, he almost hadn’t expected to be slapped, and it took him a moment to regain his senses.
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"Jun Qing, what are you doing?" Madame Jun rushed over at once.
"Jun Qing, have you lost your mind? Why did you hit Wuyang?" Old Lady Jun looked at the imprint of the slap on Wuyang’s face, heartbroken.
"You said I didn’t raise my son well, didn’t you? Now I’m going to properly teach him how to be a human. I can’t expect much from someone who doesn’t even respect the deceased. The Jun Family will surely fall into decline if it ends up in his hands."
"You hit Wuyang for that wretched woman, Jun Qing, you really are something," Madame Jun gritted her teeth.
Madame Jun, also born into a prominent family, had never been afraid of Jun Qing.
"Dare to insult her again, and I’ll hit you too."
"Then you might as well hit me, this old woman, as well," Old Lady Jun stepped forward, facing Jun Qing’s rage head-on.
Jun Qing looked at his mother, who was irrational and overprotective, feeling a surge of anger.
"Indulging him , you will eventually ruin him."
He dropped these words and turned to leave.
Those who came to watch the commotion exchanged glances, unsure whether to leave, but felt it inappropriate to say goodbye to Old Lady Jun at this moment, yet also inappropriate to leave without a word.
So they just sat there, waiting to leave after them.
"Wuyang, how are you feeling, does it hurt?" Old Lady Jun saw Wuyang’s face swollen and felt incredibly heartbroken.
"Grandma, I’m fine. I do bear some responsibility for what happened tonight."
"Don’t take all the blame yourself, others won’t remember your kindness. That scourge is a menace wherever he goes, ruining a perfectly good family dinner by bringing home a barbaric girl. I think he did it on purpose. Without the Jun Family, let’s see what waves he can stir up."
"Grandma, you underestimate him. He doesn’t care about the Jun Family at all," Wuyang said. In his eyes, there was nothing but hatred and jealousy when he mentioned Jun Moyan.
Why was he never as good as him?
"It’s you who overestimate him," Old Lady Jun said disdainfully, then turned to Madame Jun,
"Hui’er, have someone find some medicine for Wuyang to apply."
"Okay," Madame Jun turned and left.
"Grandma, the girl that Jun Moyan brought back doesn’t seem like she’s from an ordinary family," Wuyang thought about Wen Xiao’ai’s face, which was so likeable it was infuriating.
"Anyone who associates with him is up to no good."
"..." Wuyang didn’t reply but looked at Ji Hongyan, who stood by the dining table. He lowered his gaze, then a glint flashed in his eyes and a mischievous smile curled up on his lips.
Just then, he suddenly felt an itch on his arm. He raised his hand to scratch it, and once he started, he couldn’t stop. The itching spread, not just on his arm but all over his body...
"This Princess is so angry, so angry, ah ah ah~" Wen Xiao’ai tightened her fists, stomping around Jun Moyan, occasionally crying out to the sky.