Seeing his wife’s face, usually as beautiful as a flower, now swollen into a pig's head with blood flowing from her nostrils and mouth, Jiang Zhenjun was heartbroken.
“You actually went through with it?! You thing born with a mother but raised without one!”
Jiang Nanfang indeed had no mother to raise her.
Her mother had died when she was five. Living under these two scumbags every day, she was either beaten or cursed. What kind of upbringing could she possibly have?
“Don’t you know why I have no mother to raise me?”
With a bend 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 in the past few years. My purpose was to come back and get revenge on you two. Want to fight? Let’s fight to our heart’s content today!”
Jiang Zhenjun was enraged by her: “No matter what, I’m your biological father, Jiang Nanfang. You still want to lay hands on your own father?”
“You remember you’re my father now? When you nearly beat me to death, did you not remember?” Jiang Nanfang sneered. “You can hit me, so 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 honestly. Late at night, when you can’t sleep, is there ever a moment you think of my mother, feel even a little bit guilty towards her?”
Zeng Jiahui, clutching her face, chimed in: “Pah! The person’s been dead for twenty years, long rotted into a pile of yellow earth. Still expecting 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?”
Indeed, her mother had been dead for twenty years, and could not be resurrected.
But did that give them the right to desecrate her grave?
Jiang Nanfang glanced at her sideways and said fiercely, “Shut up! I wasn’t talking to you, so stop interrupting! If you think you’ve been hit too lightly, I can give you a couple more slaps!”
“You!”
She looked at Jiang Zhenjun: “I heard you plan to sell the house and the cemetery plot my mother left behind. Are you that poor now? You even want to profit from the dead, aren’t you afraid of being struck by lightning?”
Jiang Zhenjun pointed his finger at her: “You don’t need to manage my affairs! If you hadn’t been willful and secretly divorced Zhan Beijue back then, would my company have collapsed?”
“If it weren’t for you, my company would have been listed long ago! You spendthrift, you’d better not mention money to me!”
Heh. He was useless himself. Besides selling his daughter, he couldn't achieve anything else, yet he blamed others?
Since it was pointless to argue with such a morally bankrupt scumbag, Jiang Nanfang couldn't be bothered to waste more words.
“What my mother left behind belongs to me. If I forbid you to sell it, you cannot sell it. Jiang Zhenjun, I’m here today to reclaim what is mine.”
“The property deed, the signed contract for my mother’s burial plot, give them to me!”
Quite the demand. Trying to control me? Look how arrogant you are.
Jiang Zhenjun also let out a cold laugh: “Fine. You want to take something from me? You can. Give me ten million. It’s not like I didn’t raise you.”
Jiang Nanfang was stunned by his shamelessness.
His daughter wanted to take back her mother’s belongings and had to pay her father?
Have you ever heard a more ridiculous joke?
“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’re insatiably greedy!”
“No money?” Jiang Zhenjun changed into a rogue-like demeanor.
“No money and you expect to come here and act tough with me? I think you’re just itching for a beating! Scram! Come back when you have money! Don’t force my hand!”
The world would never find a more peculiar father than Jiang Zhenjun. Jiang Nanfang had completely given up on him.
All he talked about was money and beating her. It seemed she had to teach this old man a lesson.
Beside her was a coffee table, on which sat a crystal fruit bowl and an ashtray.
After he finished speaking, Jiang Nanfang, losing her patience, strode over, grabbed the ashtray, and smashed it onto Jiang Zhenjun’s leg with a loud “clang.”
“I am acting tough with you! 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 lower leg was hit, and he was furious, chasing after her to hit her.
Jiang Nanfang agilely retreated a few steps.
“Crack!” A flowerpot by her feet was kicked away.
“Crash!” A blue and white porcelain vase, whether 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 that!”
Jiang Nanfang ignored him, standing by the matching blue and white porcelain vase, “Give me the property deed and the burial plot contract! Otherwise, I’ll smash this one too!”
“You…”
Zeng Jiahui emerged again, fanning the flames: “Oh my, those vases cost over three hundred thousand yuan! Old Jiang, if they’re smashed, we can report it! Over three hundred thousand, enough for her to be jailed for ten to eight years. Don’t go soft this time!”
Since she put it that way, it would be a shame not to smash it.
“Crash!” Jiang Nanfang pushed it over again.
The room was immediately filled with shards of glass.
“Report it! You dare to mess with the belongings of the deceased, it’s indeed time for someone to deal with you! If you don’t dare, I will! I swear I am not human if I don’t settle this score with you today!”
Still daring to smash things? And vowing to be inhuman if the score isn't settled?
Jiang Zhenjun also reached his limit: “Fine, Jiang Nanfang. In that case, our father-daughter relationship ends today.”
“You’re dead meat. Just you wait.”
His eyes bloodshot, he scanned the living room for something he could throw at Jiang Nanfang.
The first thing he grabbed was the fruit bowl.
“Smash!” Jiang Nanfang aimed her hits at his legs, but he was aiming directly for her head.
But Jiang Nanfang dodged it. The fruit bowl smashed against the wall, breaking into pieces.
Next were the trash can, the ashtray, the fruit on the coffee table. He grabbed whatever he could and threw it.
Finally, with nothing left to use, he even lifted the heavy chaise lounge.
“Weren’t you settling scores 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 knew how to cry!”
With such a large and heavy chair flying towards her, she would be crippled, if not killed.
Jiang Nanfang, her scalp tingling from his final insult, didn’t dodge at all.
“Crash!” She caught the flying chair with her foot.
The floor was dented, and her left leg ached.
But the physical pain was nothing compared to the pain in her heart.
“My mother was with you at twenty, loving you alone for her entire life. For you, she even cut ties with her own family. You made her lose so badly, and in the end, you still insult her?”
“Jiang Zhenjun, you have no heart. You, you are the beast.”
“Wicked creature! Say one more word and see what happens!” Jiang Zhenjun roared, lunging at her and grabbing her by the neck.
“You unfilial thing, if I had known you’d stick to me like a piece of dog skin plaster, I should have crushed you the moment you were born!”
“The biggest regret of my life was meeting her and giving birth to you! You bastard!”
Jiang Nanfang looked at him coldly, clenching her molars and fists tightly.
“Stop. Let her go.”
Just as she was losing her reason, ready to fight Jiang Zhenjun to the death.
Zhan Beijue’s voice suddenly came from the doorway.