Mrs. Yue never said anything that domineering before, and that feeling she had was something she never experienced in the past.
Crushing people, it seemed, was really enjoyable.
No wonder Yan Qingsi said that doing bad things was so addictive.
“You… You…” Yue Pengcheng was so angry that he was speechless. He originally thought that Yue Tingfeng was the biggest hurdle in his quest to reenter the Yue family, and Mrs. Yue would be the easiest to deal with.
After all, she was without a husband for thirty years and surely felt lonely.
Yue Pengcheng remembered how Mrs. Yue trembled in anger when she previously met him.
He thought to himself that Mrs. Yue definitely liked him because hate did not exist if there was no love.
As long as he sweet-talked a bit more and coaxed her, he would be able to rope her in. Brainless people were always the easiest to reel in.
Never did he expect that… it was such an arduous task.
Mrs. Yue disdainfully said, “Frankly speaking, I don’t see anything about you that is useful to me. Tell me, Yue Pengcheng, do you think you’re still useful when you’re already so old? Even your lover of thirty years cucked you. Is there any meaning to your life anymore?”
Yue Pengcheng slammed the table. “Su Ningmei, don’t overstep the line…”
He remembered his motives and knew that he could not get angry. He held back his rage and said, “I know you hate me, but I told you, I’ll make it up to you… I’ve burdened you for thirty years, but I’ll use the last thirty years of my life to make it up to you. A wh*re like Ding Fu can never compare to you. You’re my true partner, it’s you and I that are supposed to be husband-and-wife until our hair turns gray.”
Mrs. Yue burst out laughing. That was probably the most laughable words she had ever heard in her entire life. She was laughing so hard that tears flowed from her eyes.
‘Husband-and-wife until our hair turns gray… Husband-and-wife… Gray hair…’
Mrs. Yue was still laughing. Her mouth felt bitter and acerbic. Her thirty solid years of youth went down the drain just like that.
Yue Pengcheng still had the balls to say that they were husband and wife? That he could make up for her lost thirty years in the thirty years to come?
Could the youth and happiness lost during those thirty years be compensated fully?
At her youngest, most beautiful moment in her life, she had never experienced a truly pure relationship. No one was able to return her all those lost years.
Her youth was a mess.
Mrs. Yue stood up. She took the napkin from the table and wrapped it around her hand.
Then, just as Yue Pengcheng was still unable to figure out what she was doing, a tight slap landed on his face.
It was not painful, given the layer of napkin covering her hand, but it was enough to slap Yue Pengcheng senseless.
Su Ningmei really had the guts to slap him?
Mrs. Yue said, “I should’ve slapped you earlier, but I feel that you’re too dirty. My hands will be filthy if I slap you.”
That was the reason why she wrapped her hands before slapping him.
Mrs. Yue looked at the still stupefied Yue Pengcheng and said, “You approach me because you’re broke. You and Ding Fu can no longer be together, so you thought of me. Look at your own conduct. What makes you so confident that I’d want a b*stard like you?
“What else do you have? Wrinkles? A beer belly? Can you even get hard? Why would I want some trash like you? I don’t pick up rubbish. I’m rich, and if I want a man, I’ll go for a young hunk. How stupid do I have to be to want you again?”