Mr. Shen was initially in a good mood, but after Old Madam Shen’s words, he threw down his chopsticks.
With a clatter, the chopsticks even bounced from the table to the floor.
"If we’re talking about favoritism, am I not more partial to the second family?" Mr. Shen slammed his hand on the table.
"If I weren’t biased, could the second family still be sitting comfortably in the company? If I weren’t biased, they should be in jail!"
In a fit of rage, Mr. Shen swung his hand and slapped his wife across the face.
"It’s been half a year. Just because I haven’t spoken does not mean I am senile and know nothing! The ones least qualified to say I’m biased are the second family’s three plus you, you venomous woman!"
Mr. Shen took deep breaths, "Don’t mention a billion-dollar house; if you find even this house unacceptable, perhaps you should go back to the countryside for some peace and quiet!"
The implication in Mr. Shen’s words was that this house is just the beginning.
"If it weren’t for the company, if being partial to the eldest could bring him back, what would it matter if I showed favoritism to the eldest’s family?" Having said that, Mr. Shen turned and left.
Mr. Shen’s only consolation now was that when he married this second wife, his strong-willed parents had him sign a premarital property agreement while they were still alive.
Otherwise, today, giving away even one house would depend on that venomous woman’s mood.
Mr. Shen was aware of many things, but for the greater good, he could only pretend not to know.
These unsaid things had been bottled up for half a year, and Mr. Shen dared not even think of his eldest son for a day.
Today, his wife’s single mention of favoritism was like suddenly tearing open a wound.
Mr. Shen didn’t feel he was being partial at all; on the contrary, he felt that he was making ridiculous compensation.
Mr. Shen left, without leaving any dignity for his wife, striking her in front of the servants.
This slap, which Mr. Shen had endured for half a year, was finally delivered today.
Old Madam Shen collapsed there, looking as though she had just been pulled out of icy water in December.
Her entire body was cold.
Old Madam Shen stumbled out of Shen Manor and went straight to the Shen Group to find Shen Gaizhuo.
As soon as she entered, Old Madam Shen clutched Shen Gaizhuo’s hand tightly, "Gaizhuo, your father knows everything, your father knows everything!"
"Mom, what are you talking about?" Shen Gaizhuo was shocked. Orıginal content can be found at 𝗇𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗅✦𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾✦𝗇𝖾𝗍
"Are you saying Dad bought Shen Jue a billion-dollar wedding house? Mom, it’s Dad’s money, and Dad’s favoritism toward Shen Jue isn’t something that just started recently; there’s no need to be so angry over this."
Shen Gaizhuo was always overwhelmed with company matters; upon hearing about Mr. Shen buying a wedding house for Shen Jue, he could only swallow his initial discontent since he was too busy to think much about other matters.
"Your father knows it was us behind the eldest’s incident!" Old Madam Shen shouted in a low voice, "He knows everything, yet for half a year, he hasn’t mentioned a single word!"
Old Madam Shen had always thought she had done everything flawlessly, never expecting her husband to know everything but simply never mentioning it over the last six months.
"Mom, are you confused from anger? If Dad knew, how could he remain so calm?"
Shen Gaizhuo simply didn’t believe it, "Dad adored my brother; if he knew my brother’s death was connected to us, could he have stayed so composed over these six months?"