Seeing that the atmosphere was not good given how she shot up from the bed, the servant hurriedly lowered her head slightly before leaving the room and shutting the door behind her.
She was giving room for her privacy.
"Dad slapped Mum? Why did he do that? What happened?" Immediately, Zhang Xiaoling began to query him as she dropped her 'I don't care attitude'
Her stepfather had finally laid his hands on her mother, and she was very mad and curious to know the story behind it.
Without holding back, Zhang Mingyu spilled the entire story to her.
The reason he had even called her in the first place was that he was still shocked over the incident.
Also, his mother locked herself in her bedroom and refused to come out, and the next time he went over to see her, she was still not opening up.
As for Zhang Renshu, he was very afraid of going to find that one for fear of incurring his wrath.
He was already furious with Zhang Liling and now his mother.
Zhang Mingyu was avoiding getting close to him for fear of turning his attention to him.
The young man was very sure that his dear father still had space in his heart to accommodate more anger.
And as he didn't want to get into his bad books for that day, he stayed away.
A few minutes later, Zhang Xiaoling scoffed and laid her back against the comfy table.
"They fought because of Zhang Liling's matter? And why did mum make that comment? Sometimes, I wonder where her smartness goes to during important matters."
Initially, Zhang Xiaoling was pitying her mother, but not anymore. She didn't have any space in her heart to accommodate any anger.
She was already trying to shed off the ones she had accumulated into her nerves because of her annoying husband, so she couldn't add another one to her head.
Her mother was really annoying, but why did Zhang Renshu have to hit her this time around?
"Mum doesn't listen. I'm sure she made that comment in anger. Remember, father stopped your idea of marrying into the Fang family, so mum was annoyed. She thought we were being mistreated as Liling gets to do what she wants."
Zhang Mingyu replied as he tried to defend their mother at the same time, but Zhang Xiaoling was unmoved.
She could remember the conversation she had with her Father in his study on that very day she secretly asked her mother for help.
That day, Shi Wenqian came barging into his study after hearing that she was there, not knowing that she pulled a stunt on her.
Thinking back to Everything her stepfather said that day, she didn't know who to blame anymore.
The man was very clear on his decision concerning the Fang family, therefore, how did her mother expect him to be happy that Zhang Liling was going against his rule?
Also, why did she have to call her a whore right in front of his face? She was basically insulting and blaming him without reserve.
She was actually asking for a beating.
At the end of their conversation, Zhang Mingyu was disappointed with his sister's response and was forced to end the call.
Deep down in his heart, he could feel that she was getting detached from family matters.
Zhang Xiaoling scoffed and put down her phone before turning to lay with her chest on the bed as she called for the servant to come back and continue with her services.
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By the time Zhang Liling arrived at the Zhang Mansion, it was already a few minutes past 5 pm.
Stepping out of the car that Mr. Fang had lent to her for this journey, she shut the door behind her.
Fixing her gaze at the big building with armed security standing at a particular post, she thought with an indifferent expression on her face. "Nothing has changed."
Turning to the driver, Mr. Fang's chauffeur sitting in the driver seat of the car they brought her over, she flashed him a smile.
"I will be out in a few minutes. In the meantime, please hold on."
The man nodded and only then did she turn her back to him and walked away as she fixed her sun shades over her eyes.
For this trip back to her house, Zhang Liling wore a knee-length green dress and a pair of black heels.
Around her neck was a white pearl necklace, and her ears were adorned with a pair of gold earrings with a pearl-shaped like teardrop at its bottom.
Unaware of the commotion that happened in the morning because of her, she found her way inside the house.
"Where is my father?" She asked as soon as she stepped inside the house and saw Shi Wenqian's secretary walking along the hallway.
Although furious because her mistress got slapped in the face because of her, the woman didn't dare to show her anger as the Master of the house had ordered her to bring his daughter over as soon as she arrived.
Offering a small bow that didn't come from her heart, she replied, "In his study."
"Thank you, I will find my way." Zhang Liling replied and walked past her with a straight gaze ahead.
Did the woman listen to her? No! Of course, she would try to get back to her a little.
With that thought of revenge in her head, the woman turned and followed after her as if she didn't hear her speak earlier.
Hearing the footsteps behind her, Zhang Liling stopped in her steps and turned around.
"Are you deaf?" She asked without reservation as she took off her sunglasses to reveal her eyes filled with burning rage.
Because this was her stepmother's secretary who has never meant well to her, she was suddenly in the mood to put her in her place. After all, she didn't have a good time while living under this roof.
"I said do not follow me! I know my way around here. This is my father's house," She reminded her as a few servants peeped from their hiding positions.
After delivering her speech, Zhang Liling turned around and placed her sunshades back on her eyes.
She only took it off when she got to her father's study.
"If you want to watch your two masters fight and get fired at the end of the drama, follow me," she said and continued in her steps without turning back to see if she was still being followed.
"Bitch!" The woman cursed through gritted teeth as she watched her retreating figure.
She felt so much as strangling Zhang Liling and then offering her life in return.
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