Seeing his wife's usually beautiful face now swollen like a pig's head, with blood flowing from her nostrils and mouth, Jiang Zhenjun felt heartbroken.
"You actually had the heart to do it?! You creature with a mother but no upbringing!"
Jiang Nanfang indeed had no mother to teach her.
Her mother had died when she was five. Living under these two scumbags every day, either beaten or scolded, what kind of upbringing could she possibly have?
"Do you know why I have no mother to teach me?"
With a twist of her elbow, Jiang Nanfang forcefully shoved his chest and easily broke free from his grasp.
"Thanks to you, I've learned some martial arts these past few years. My goal was to come back and get revenge on you two. You want to fight? Let's fight to our hearts' content today!"
Jiang Zhenjun was angered by her: "No matter what, I'm your biological father. Jiang Nanfang, you still want to fight your own father?"
"Now you remember you're my father, but when you almost beat me to death, you didn't remember? Jiang Nanfang sneered, "You can hit me? Why can't I hit you?"
"You..."
"And my mother. For this woman, not only did you betray her deep affection and loyalty, but you also beat her every day. Don't think I've forgotten all of it!"
"Jiang Zhenjun, tell me the truth. When it's late at night and you can't sleep, is there ever a moment when you think of my mother, when you feel even a little bit guilty towards her?"
Zeng Jiahui, covering her face, butted in: "Bah! The person's been dead for twenty years, already rotten into a pile of yellow earth. You still want others to think of her? You must be sick!"
"If Old Jiang says he misses her, can you dig her out of the ground and bring her back to life or something?"
Indeed, her mother had been dead for twenty years and could not be resurrected.
But was that an excuse for you to desecrate her grave?
Jiang Nanfang glanced at her sideways and said fiercely, "Shut up, I'm not talking to you, so don't butt in! If you think you didn't get hit enough, I can give you a couple more slaps!"
"You!"
She looked at Jiang Zhenjun: "I heard you plan to sell the house and grave my mother left behind. Are you that poor now? You even want to profit from the deceased, aren't you afraid of being struck by lightning?"
Jiang Zhenjun pointed at her: "My business is none of your concern! If it weren't for your stubbornness back then, divorcing Zhan Beijue in secret, my company wouldn't have collapsed!"
"If it weren't for you, my company would have been listed long ago! You prodigal thing, you'd better not mention money to me!"
Heh. He's useless himself. Besides selling his daughter, he can't come up with anything else, yet he blames others?
Jiang Nanfang was too lazy to waste any more words arguing with such a morally bankrupt piece of trash.
"What my mother left behind belongs to me. If I don't allow you to sell it, you can't sell it. Jiang Zhenjun, I'm here today to reclaim what's mine."
"Give me the property deed and the contract for my mother's burial site!"
What a tone. Trying to boss me around? Look how arrogant you are.
Jiang Zhenjun let out a cold laugh: "Fine, you want to take things from me? Give me ten million. It's only fair for raising and nurturing you."
Jiang Nanfang was shocked by his shamelessness.
His daughter had to pay her father to get back her mother's belongings?
Have you ever heard of a more ridiculous joke than this?
"Dream on. The house originally belonged to my maternal grandparents, and I wasn't raised by you. Fifty million still isn't enough for you, you insatiable greedy thing!"
"No money?" Jiang Zhenjun put on a rogue's demeanor.
"No money and you expect to come here and act tough with me? I think you're just itching for a beating! Get out! Come back when you have money! Don't force my hand!"
The world would never find a more bizarre father than Jiang Zhenjun. Jiang Nanfang had completely given up on him.
He kept talking about money and beating her. It seemed she had to show this old man a thing or two.
The coffee table was nearby, with a crystal fruit bowl and an ashtray on it.
After he finished speaking, Jiang Nanfang could no longer tolerate it. She stepped forward, grabbed the ashtray, and smashed it onto Jiang Zhenjun's leg with a clang.
"I am acting tough! I am taking my things! If you don't give them to me, I'll smash up your house today! Jiang Zhenjun, don't think I'm easy to bully. Try me if you don't believe me!"
"You... you wicked creature!" Jiang Zhenjun's calf took the blow, and he was furious, chasing after her to hit her.
Jiang Nanfang nimbly retreated a few steps.
"Smash!" She kicked a flowerpot by her feet, sending it flying.
"Crash!" A blue and white porcelain vase, real or fake, standing by the wall was pushed over and fell to the ground.
"Jiang Nanfang! Stop! I spent a lot of money to buy those!"
Jiang Nanfang ignored him, standing beside the matching blue and white porcelain vase, "Give me the property deed and the grave contract! Otherwise, I'll smash this one too!"
"You..."
Zeng Jiahui chimed in again, fanning the flames: "Oh my, those vases cost you over three hundred thousand. Old Jiang, if they're smashed, we can call the police! Three hundred thousand, enough for her to spend ten years or more in jail. Don't be soft-hearted this time!"
Since you've said so much, it would be a shame not to smash it.
"Crash!" Jiang Nanfang pushed it over again.
The room was instantly filled with fragments.
"Call the police! You dare to touch the belongings of the deceased, it's indeed time someone dealt with you! If you don't dare to call, I will! If I don't settle this score with you today, I swear I'm not human!"
Still daring to smash things? And threatening not to be human if the score isn't settled?
Jiang Zhenjun also lost his patience: "Fine, Jiang Nanfang. Since it's like this, our father-daughter relationship ends today."
"You're dead, just you wait."
His eyes bloodshot, he frantically searched the living room for something to throw at Jiang Nanfang.
The first thing he grabbed was the fruit bowl.
"Smash!" Jiang Nanfang smashed at his legs, but he was aiming directly for her head.
However, Jiang Nanfang dodged it. The fruit bowl hit the wall and shattered into pieces.
Next were the trash can, the ashtray, and the fruit on the coffee table. He threw whatever he could grab.
Finally, with nothing left to use, he even lifted the heavy chaise lounge.
"Weren't you going to settle the score with me? Weren't you so tough? If you have the guts, don't dodge! You wicked creature, go reunite with your mother who only knows how to cry!"
Such a large and heavy chair thrown at her would leave her crippled, if not dead.
Jiang Nanfang's scalp tingled from his final insult, and she didn't dodge at all.
"Crash!" She caught the flying chair with her foot.
The floor was dented, and her left leg ached faintly.
But the pain in her heart was far greater than any physical pain.
"My mother was with you at twenty, loving only you her entire life. For you, she even cut off ties with her family. You made her lose so badly, and in the end, you still insult her?"
"Jiang Zhenjun, you have no heart. You are the real beast."
"Wicked creature! Say one more word and see what happens!" Jiang Zhenjun roared, rushing towards her and grabbing her by the neck.
"You unfilial thing, if I had known you would stick to me like flypaper, I should have crushed you to death the moment you were born!"
"The biggest regret of my life was meeting her and giving birth to you! You worthless brat!"
Jiang Nanfang watched him coldly, her molars clenched, her fists tightly balled.
"Stop. Let her go."
Just as she was losing her mind, ready to fight Jiang Zhenjun to the death,
Zhan Beijue's voice suddenly came from the doorway.