Wuwuwu…
After more than a dozen slaps, Zeng Jiahui's face was swollen, and her lips were bleeding.
Fearing further blows, she could only look at Jiang Nanfang pitifully and burst into tears.
Seeing her in this state, Jiang Nanfang felt an immense sense of satisfaction.
If her mother had been half as assertive as she was now, she wouldn't have been driven to suicide by anger.
She hoped that her spirit in heaven would find some comfort in witnessing this scene.
Without Jiang Nanfang in the car, the atmosphere was heavy, and the journey back felt dull and meaningless.
Whether it was from playing or something else, the two children remained silent, each looking out their respective car windows at the scenery.
Zhan Beijue sat alone, his mind occupied by the words Jiang Xingchen had spoken at Disneyland, leaving him feeling heavy-hearted.
To think they wouldn't even spare a deceased person's grave; it was no wonder Jiang Nanfang gritted her teeth whenever their family was mentioned.
"Daddy, look. Isn't that the person who argued with Mommy at Disneyland sitting in the car next to us?"
Rui Rui suddenly turned and nudged Zhan Beijue.
Zhan Beijue turned his head to look out the window.
Indeed, in the lane parallel to theirs, Jiang Xingchen was on the phone, speaking with great animation.
Such low-class, despicable individuals would make any decision in their emotional state.
With Jiang Nanfang's provocation today, would he act prematurely to carry out his wicked plans?
The gentle smile of Jiang Nanfang's mother reappeared in his mind.
He had never had the chance to repay her kindness, and now fate had granted him this opportunity.
He just didn't know where Jiang Zhenjun lived.
They hadn't had a wedding when he married Jiang Nanfang, and he had never paid his respects at the Jiang family home.
"A Zhong."
With three seconds left on the red light, A Zhong turned his head back.
"What is it, President Zhan?"
"Go to Jiang Zhenjun's house. You remember the address, right?"
Did he even need to question A Zhong's capabilities? Zhan Beijue wouldn't dare forget anything.
Especially not the family of his only ex-wife.
"I remember." A Zhong turned the car at the intersection ahead and followed Jiang Xingchen, driving towards the Jiang family home.
Seeing Zeng Jiahui's swollen face and bleeding lips, Sister Zhang tentatively tried to intervene.
"What's going on, Miss? Why are you causing such a scene right after returning? Let go of Madam. The Master has never been willing to hit her. He'll be angry if he sees this later."
This shameless old woman, who played the victim and acted self-righteous, was she worth protecting?
Jiang Zhenjun had never been willing to hit her?
Ha. Jiang Zhenjun, a former athlete, was tall and strong with excellent physical stamina. He had hit their mother and himself more than once!
She hadn't intended to hit her again, but upon hearing Sister Zhang's words, Jiang Nanfang's anger flared, and she couldn't help but slap Zeng Jiahui a few more times.
"I'm hitting her! What kind of person is she, a shameless scoundrel! If it weren't for her, would my mother have died? If you don't know our family's affairs, don't butt in. Stay away, or I'll splash blood on your face!"
Seeing her ferocity, Sister Zhang was so frightened that she dared not speak further. She quietly retreated to the side and slipped out of the door.
Dizzy from the beating, Zeng Jiahui felt like she couldn't go on living and decided to fight back.
"Jiang Nanfang, you are truly despicable. I should have starved you to death back then! You just wait. When my husband and son return, they won't let you off! You just wait!"
Jiang Nanfang yanked her hair forcefully. "I'll wait. If you have the guts, let your husband and son come back now. Let's see who won't let whom off today."
As soon as she finished speaking, her hair was suddenly grabbed as well.
A familiar and violent voice reached her ears.
"Jiang Nanfang, you wicked creature! You're not dead yet? And you dare to run back home?"
"You rebellious wretch, how dare you lay hands on your aunt? I haven't even dared to hit her, and who do you think you are! Kneel and apologize to her!"
She didn't need to turn around to know that Zeng Jiahui's protector had returned.
He had repeated these scolding words for over a decade, and Jiang Nanfang knew them by heart.
People say daughters are their fathers' little lovers from past lives, but it didn't apply to Jiang Nanfang.
She and Jiang Zhenjun were not lovers in a past life, but a karmic entanglement. They met with fiery tempers and a life-or-death animosity.
It seemed this could never change.
He was one meter eighty, and she was one meter sixty-five. Being held by him from above, with him calling her a "wicked creature" and asking if she was dead, showed how much he wished for her demise.
Jiang Nanfang released Zeng Jiahui's hair, kicked her in the stomach, sending her staggering back a few steps. Then she sneered.
"Jiang Zhenjun, when you curse me, can you use your brain? I was born by you. If you call me a wicked creature and a wretch, then what are you?"
She had wanted to say this for a long time.
Every time she was beaten as a child.
Having held back until today, and even saying it while her hair was being pulled, felt incredibly satisfying.
"How dare you speak to me like this? You're asking for death!"
Jiang Zhenjun, still holding her hair, turned her face towards him.
"I ask you, who allowed you to divorce Zhan Beijue without my permission? Where did you go after the divorce?"
"Because of your willfulness, do you know how much loss you brought to our family? Wicked creature, how could I have raised such a troublesome thing that only knows how to cause trouble!"
Although Jiang Nanfang had a crush on Zhan Beijue during her school days, she was self-aware.
Knowing she wasn't good enough for him, she had never appeared before him, let alone expressed her feelings.
However, Jiang Zhenjun was shameless enough to remember a casual act of kindness from years ago. When the company was on the verge of collapse, he shamelessly went to Old Master Zhan's bedside to beg for this marriage.
The Zhan family had given him fifty million in betrothal gifts, and he still called her useless?
"Did the fifty million from the Zhan family not make you rich enough? And you still say I'm useless? Your wife and son are so capable, how much money have they made for you over the years?"
"Jiang Zhenjun, you relied on my mother back then, and then you relied on me. To be such a leech and still dare to hit me? You are truly too shameless!"
How dare he insult me by name?
Jiang Zhenjun's eyes widened in fury. "You went out for a few years and got too big for your britches, didn't you? You dare to talk back? You dare to be disrespectful to your own father? Jiang Nanfang, don't you even know your own name?"
Jiang Nanfang wished she could forget her name, but her genes were uncooperative; her appearance was eight parts like Jiang Zhenjun.
Everyone praised her for her prominent eyebrows and large eyes, her well-defined bone structure, and the inherent heroic spirit she possessed.
Who knew that Jiang Nanfang hated this description the most?
"That's right, my wings are strong now, and I'm accomplished, so you'd better not provoke me."
"Since I dared to hit her, I dare to hit you too. Don't push me."
"You rebellious creature! You want to lay hands on your own father?"
Zeng Jiahui, covering her pitifully bruised face, chimed in. "Exactly, husband. Look how arrogant she is now! I told you long ago she wasn't a good person, but you didn't believe me!"
"My face is almost ruined by her. If you don't get revenge for me today, I won't live. Teach her a lesson, quickly, beat her to death, beat her to death for me."