Madam Ming had always been meticulous about her appearance. Even when weeping profusely, her exquisitely made-up face was that of a beauty.
Her tears caused Father Ming immense heartache.
Chu Yan Ming also felt heartache for his mother.
They all glared at Ming Zheng with malevolent eyes.
Ming Zheng, with a blank expression, looked at Madam Ming and sneered, her voice as cold and deep as ice. "If not for the fact that you gave birth to me, that you are my biological parents, do you think you would even have the chance to stand here and speak to me?"
If not for this debt of birth.
If not for Madam Ming having given her life, allowing her to meet her senior brothers and the siblings of the Mo Sect.
She would have already unleashed "Heavenly Chill Ming's Demise" during her rebirth.
"You should be most grateful that you are my biological mother!"
Ming Zheng's words were chilling, and a bone-deep coldness permeated the room.
Madam Ming shivered at her gaze.
But this shiver…
Madam Ming only felt shame and humiliation.
"Having hitched yourself to a high branch, you dare to threaten your own parents, is that it?"
Madam Ming cried, sweeping everything off the coffee table onto the floor. "Ming Zheng, instead of using your newfound connections to help the family, you were in a rush to detach yourself from the Ming family."
"You say I don't deserve to be your mother, but do you deserve to be a daughter?"
"How dare you make Rou'er suffer the consequences of your mistakes!"
The teacups and tea scattered across the floor.
Madam Ming felt no remorse for her actions. Her gaze fell upon an exquisitely crafted cushion on the sofa.
The seven men's photos on the cushion were particularly striking.
Madam Ming's expression darkened, and she stepped over the mess to pick up the cushion.
On the cushion were photos of seven handsome men exuding noble气质, taken with Ming Zheng.
They appeared very close.
Their gazes towards Ming Zheng were so gentle they seemed to drip with affection.
Madam Ming searched her social circles.
If there were men in high society with such handsome features and extraordinary bearing, she would surely remember them.
But she was unfamiliar with all seven faces.
"Are these your sugar daddies?"
Madam Ming pointed at the photos on the cushion. "Seven of them. Are all seven of these men your sugar daddies? Ming Zheng, you have quite a diverse taste!"
"Put down that cushion," Ming Zheng's dark pupils were as cold and sharp as bone, deep as a fathomless abyss.
Ming Zheng had not become enraged when Father and Madam Ming, accompanied by bodyguards, forcefully entered.
She had not become enraged when Madam Ming uttered insults.
She had not become enraged when the teacups shattered on the floor.
But, at this moment…
A discernible trace of anger flickered across Ming Zheng's usually calm and collected face.
She took a step forward.
Reaching out to retrieve the cushion.
Those were her senior brothers.
She would not allow Madam Ming's dirty hands to defile them!
However, Madam Ming interpreted Ming Zheng's reaction as her secret being exposed.
These seven men were Ming Zheng's sugar daddies!
Her intense reaction was simply due to being caught serving seven men, leading to her shame and anger.
Madam Ming took a step back, holding the cushion high. "Who are these seven men? Ming Zheng, if you don't come with me to the Song family, I'll let the Director of the Imperial Capital know that you are such a shameless woman!"
Her fingers, adorned with exquisite manicures, clutched the cushion tightly, creasing the photographs printed on it.
Ming Zheng's gaze grew colder.
Her feelings towards the Ming family had long since become placid.
But her senior brothers were her bottom line.
They were her reverse scale!
"Let go."
She spoke word by word, icy and clear, a hint of bloodthirsty ferocity now glinting in her eyes.
Madam Ming felt a chill run down her spine. When she met Ming Zheng's gaze, it was like a cold, venomous snake, ready to snap her neck at any moment.
The once timid and meek Ming Zheng…
When had she ever possessed such an intimidating aura?
Madam Ming's hand, clutching the cushion, trembled slightly. But her maternal pride prevented her from backing down before Ming Zheng.
Instead, she snatched a pair of scissors from nearby and lunged towards the cushion.
However, before Madam Ming's scissors could touch the cushion…
A cold sensation grazed her cheek.
Something viscous seeped from her face, flowing downwards.
A faint "swoosh" of air pierced the silence.
The next second.
Madam Ming felt a numbness spread through her hands.
Then, they lost all sensation.
With a "bang,"
The scissors fell, landing on Madam Ming's instep.
She cried out in pain, her slender high heel stumbling, causing her to fall backward.
As the cushion tumbled onto the spilled tea and shards on the floor, a fair, jade-like hand caught it just in time.
"Ming Zheng, you've gone too far!"
The moment Ming Zheng moved.
Chu Yan Ming had also moved.
But his speed was no match for Ming Zheng's. He could only barely catch Madam Ming, who was about to fall.
He embraced Madam Ming with one arm, his usually gentle and jade-like face now etched with displeasure, his eyes filled with disappointment.
"Wife!" Father Ming rushed in and embraced Madam Ming, his heart aching.
As Madam Ming was held by her beloved, tears immediately welled up. "My hand… my hand… Husband, my hand… I can't move it…"
Not only could she not move it.
She couldn't feel her hands at all.
The powerlessness filled her with panic and distress, her tears flowing uncontrollably.
Father Ming reached out to grasp Madam Ming's hand, but Chu Yan Ming stopped him. "Don't move Mom's hand for now."
Father Ming's hand froze in mid-air. Looking at his tearful wife, his eyes turned scarlet.
He abruptly raised his head.
His scarlet eyes were filled with hatred.
"Ming Zheng… Ming Zheng!"
The black-clad, black-haired girl held the caught cushion in her arms.
Her fair, jade-like fingers smoothed out the creases on the cushion, one by one.
Her fingertips brushed over the printed photos on the cushion with extreme gentleness.
Her eyebrows and eyes softened.
This was a tenderness they had never seen in Ming Zheng before.
For reasons unknown…
Father Ming and Chu Yan Ming felt their hearts tremble slightly.
But soon, this faint, unusual feeling was replaced by overwhelming anger.
She cherished a mere cushion so much.
Yet, when facing her own family, she was so cold, heartless, and selfish!
Could it be that their own family was not even as important as a broken cushion?
"Ming Zheng, what did you do to Mom?" Chu Yan Ming's gentle brows could not hide his profound shock.
He was, after all, a powerful cultivator who had achieved Qi Induction.
And just a few days ago, he had been rated as an S-class martial artist.
When he sensed Ming Zheng's hostility towards Madam Ming, he had immediately acted.
But… he was not as swift as Ming Zheng?
He hadn't even touched Ming Zheng's hand!
He could only watch helplessly as Madam Ming… was injured by Ming Zheng!