Chapter 1401: Chapter 1401 You’re Not At All
"I know you’re very worried about him and want to stay, but you have a baby in your belly now. You can’t stay up all night exhausting yourself. Let me handle it; I’ve grown up now. I can share the burden with you and take care of both of you," Ye Yuan said in a calm yet resolute tone.
Ye Lu couldn’t argue with him and finally nodded, gently patting his head.
In truth, she had always harbored the thought that Yuanyuan and Third Young Master Jun, as father and son, had a strained relationship. She hoped to take this opportunity to help them deepen their bond.
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"Useless scum! I’ve spent so much money and pulled so many strings for you, yet you lost so utterly, so disgracefully. What’s the point of my painstaking efforts to cultivate you?" Ivanov roared coldly and sharply, accompanied by a vicious slap across Yiren’s face.
The slap knocked Yiren to the ground on the spot. She clutched her face, which burned with pain, her humiliation was beyond endurance.
Tears filled with hatred streamed down her face, laden with venomous resentment.
This old bastard—when she was useful, he treated her like a treasure. But the moment she made even a single mistake, he treated her like garbage, hurling insults and blows. She hated him. She hated him to the bone, this vile old man.
Clenching her teeth, she crawled back up, glaring at him with seething fury.
"Ivanov, you despicable old man, all you do is blame me. If you’re so capable, then why couldn’t you beat the Ji Corporation? Hahaha! You’re nothing but an incompetent fool. Always scheming with nasty tricks to defeat the Ji Clan—useless trash! The Ivan Group will inevitably collapse under your hands."
"You..." Ivanov’s eyes bulged as his chest heaved furiously. Another slap swung toward her, "You ungrateful wretch! How dare you insult me like this?! Are you looking for death?!"
Yiren dodged, leaving Ivanov’s slap to hit air. He staggered, unable to steady himself, and fell against a chair, his face becoming even more twisted with rage.
"How dare you dodge! You’ve turned against me! You must have a death wish!"
Yiren dropped her hand from her face, her lips curling into a sinister, icy smile. "Old Ivan, I’ve tolerated you long enough. Since you’ve been ruthless to me, I’ll be merciless to you. It’s over between us. Don’t think you can control me any longer."
Ivanov stared at her in disbelief. This supposedly obedient adopted daughter now turned her back on him, so ungrateful and heartless, wanting to kick him to the curb.
"You wretched girl! You think you can fly free now that your wings have grown strong?"
"Hmph, don’t forget—I am Miss Hua. That title alone is enough for me to live a life of luxury. Why should I continue enduring your abuse? Go rot, old man!"
She had figured it out—though she might not be able to seize everything from the Hua family, her status alone guaranteed access to significant wealth. Why continue to suffer under him?
After finishing her words, Yiren turned to leave.
Ivanov was so livid that his eyes almost rolled back. His fists clenched tightly, and he suddenly let out a furious roar, "Do you really think you’re a Miss Hua? Dream on!"
Yiren froze instantly, her body stiffened as she spun back around, utterly shocked. "What did you say?"
Ivanov sneered viciously, "You little brat! Your mother did marry Hua Linqi, but you have no idea which random bastard fathered you. No wonder Hua Linqi wanted nothing to do with you. Your mother became my mistress later, and I only cultivated you because I saw you had a bit of cleverness. Now that Hua Linqi is dead, I took the opportunity to have you sneak into the Hua family to swindle some inheritance—but you actually think you’re really a Miss Hua? Dream on! Without me, you’re just the illegitimate spawn of some unknown man!"
Yiren staggered backward several steps, her face ashen, her lips deathly pale.
She... was not the daughter of the Hua family after all.
