Chapter 251: Slap (This Chapter Second)
Translator: _Min_
Wang Lan’s eyes widened in anger, shocked by Song Ling’s words.
Wang Lan protested, “I’m your mother, you’re my son. You should listen to me. Sheng Xin is a wonderful person, and you’ll definitely like her in the future!”
Song Ling’s gaze was icy as he stared at Wang Lan.
Wang Lan, initially eager to speak, found herself speechless under Song Ling’s bone-chilling and angry stare.
She suddenly remembered that the last time Song Ling looked at her this way, her pocket money was cut.
Wang Lan had a premonition that if she spoke up now, Song Ling might just freeze her bank account.
Seeing Wang Lan silenced, Song Ling’s gaze shifted to Sheng Xin.
He couldn’t say much to his mother, but to Sheng Xin, a stranger, he bluntly stated, “I never planned to get engaged to you.”
Sheng Xin’s face turned pale, her eyes reddening as she whimpered, “But your mother…”
Song Ling cut her off, stating again, “My marriage is not for anyone to meddle in. Besides, I already rejected you the last time we met.”
Sheng Xin, pampered by her family since childhood, had never faced such humiliation, especially in front of Gu Dai, her perceived rival.
Sheng Xin, thinking about the scene unfolding, couldn’t hold back her tears any longer and started to cry.
Song Ling continued, “I’ll let it go this time, but 1 hope you won’t bother me anymore!”
Sheng Xin cried even harder.
Wang Lan couldn’t help but scold Song Ling, “Sheng Xin is a girl, and you’re a grown man. How can you talk to her like this? You’ve cut off all paths today. What if you like Sheng Xin in the future? I wonder what you’ll do then!”
Song Ling, taken aback, instinctively looked towards Gu Dai.
Gu Dai, puzzled as to why Song Ling was looking at her, thought Wang Lan’s point made sense and nodded in agreement.
Seeing Gu Dai’s gesture, Song Ling’s expression darkened.
Meng Chuan’s eyes grew colder. He quickly stepped in front of Gu Dai, blocking Song Ling’s view.
Wang Lan wasn’t ready to give up Sheng Xin as her daughter-in-law.
After addressing Song Ling, she quickly consoled Sheng Xin, “Xinxin, don’t mind Song Ling. He’s just socially awkward, he didn’t mean it. He…”
Song Ling coldly interrupted, “That’s exactly what 1 meant.”
Sheng Xin felt his words like a slap across her face.
Her complexion fluctuated from pale to red, then to ashen, her chest heaving, her mind dizzy, nearly collapsing in anger.
She would remember this as the most embarrassing moment of her life!
Just as she thought this, the door was violently pushed open, banging against the wall.
A middle-aged man in a suit, his face livid with rage, strode over to Sheng Xin and harshly slapped her.
Sheng Xin’s head jerked to the side, a metallic taste filling her mouth. Her head buzzed and her mind went blank.
Wang Lan cried out in shock, “Why are you hitting her?!”
The middle-aged man, eyes red with fury, glared at Wang Lan and coldly ordered, “Get out of the way!”
Wang Lan, intimidated by his appearence, stepped back.
Sheng Xin, holding her swollen face, whimpered, “Dad, why did you hit me?”
Sheng Wen glared furiously, slamming his hand on the table, shouting, “Why did I hit you? Don’t you have any idea? I sent you abroad to learn, and you’ve become nothing but a disgrace!”
Sheng Xin, already feeling humiliated and sad, had planned to go home and complain to her family, hoping they would deal with Gu Dai on her behalf.
However, when Sheng Wen arrived, not only did he not support her, but he also harshly slapped her, showing no concern for her feelings.
This was the first time her doting father had hit her, and her world crumbled, she screamed, “Even if I did something wrong, you can’t hit me!”
Sheng Wen, in a fit of rage, raised his hand again, slapping Sheng Xin. Once she quieted down, he spoke, “You’re a lady with manners, making a scene like a manic. Who did you learn this from?”
Sheng Wen continued, “You’ve ruined the business deal I finally secured.. If you don’t realize your mistake and apologize, I, Sheng Wen, will disown you as my daughter!”
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