Those words almost made Yue Pengcheng faint.
Su Ningmei dared to… She dared to…
Yue Pengcheng was burning with rage. “You… You…”
Yue Pengcheng wanted to call her a fiend, but before the word could leave his mouth, Mrs. Yue interrupted, “Stop coming here and disgusting me. I don’t need trash like you in my life. Get out of my sight; otherwise, don’t blame me for being merciless. Tingfeng won’t need to move a muscle. I’ll take care of you myself.”
Mrs. Yue was no longer afraid of him. It was just as Yan Qingsi said. The more she looked at him, the more evident it became that he was someone who did not even deserve to be looked at. There was no need to waste another second on that good-for-nothing fella.
Mrs. Yue looked at the time. ‘D*mn it! This conversation had gone on for minutes — so much time wasted!’
“I’m not joking with you, Yue Pengcheng. This is your last chance. Don’t test my patience. Otherwise, I might just kill you.”
This was the last chance Mrs. Yue was giving Yue Pengcheng.
She would not allow Yue Tingfeng to lay a finger on Yue Pengcheng. After all, they are still father and son. A son was not supposed to harm his own father. It was simply not the way things worked. They might end up upsetting the balance of the universe.
These things were not always a hoax.
However, it would be fine if Mrs. Yue did it herself. After all, what relationship did she have with Yue Pengcheng?
They could no longer be considered husband and wife. Mrs. Yue used to see Yue Pengcheng as her enemy, but now, she did not even see him like that.
Yue Pengcheng watched as Mrs. Yue turned to leave. His face was red with anger. He grabbed a coffee mug from the table and was going to throw it at her.
However, before he could throw it, he felt a sharp blow on his back. The tremendous force made him stumble forward. He dropped the mug, and it shattered on the floor.
Just as Yue Pengcheng turned around, he was kicked behind the knees. He lost his balance and fell knee first.
His knees landed right on the shattered mug. Yue Pengcheng shrieked in pain.
Hearing him wail, Mrs. Yue turned around to see him kneeled on the floor with a pained expression.
Behind him, stood Yue Tingfeng and Yan Qingsi.
Mrs. Yue snickered, “Are you apologizing on your knees? Ah, even so, I won’t accept it. Just give up already. You and Ding Fu — a dog and a b*tch — is a match made in heaven. Who am I to tear you two apart?”
Holding back her laughter, Yan Qingsi mocked, “Mr. Yue, why did you lose your footing? Don’t you know there’s jagged glass on the floor? Tingfeng, hurry, and help Mr. Yue up.”
Yue Tingfeng was taken aback, but alas, he followed Yan Qingsi’s instructions and grabbed Yue Pengcheng’s arm, pulling him to his feet.
However, before he could stand upright, Yan Qingsi clutched his shoulder and squeezed forcefully.
Thus, he fell onto his knees again.
Mrs. Yue sniggered. She absolutely adored Yan Qingsi. If it was anyone else who did this, she would not have been happy. However, when it was Yan Qingsi who did it, she saw nothing wrong. Yan Qingsi was always right.
Yue Pengcheng winced in agony, clenching his teeth. His wife and son had teamed up with a b*itch to torment him.
Squirming in pain, Yue Pengcheng stammered and struggled to get words out of his mouth.
Yan Qingsi bent down. “Mr. Yue, one can be foolish, one can be dumb, but one should not be so retarded that he throws away his own life… Otherwise, they’ll end up in a miserable place. Mr. Yue, I have many ways to make someone wish they were dead. Would you be interested in trying any of them?”