Jiang Ling sneered repeatedly. "Well said, 'forced'! "
Zhang Lian's mouth was dry. "Things have come to this, and we don't expect you to forgive us immediately. But the person lying in the hospital is your biological brother. Blood is thicker than water, and bones are connected by sinews. Can you bear to watch him die miserably in the torment of illness?"
Jiang Ling smiled. "Bear it? Why wouldn't I? Let me say it again, my parents are dead, I have no brother. What does his life or death have to do with me?"
Recently, a saying has become popular online: "Without morals, no one can kidnap me."
This saying is perfectly suited for dealing with extreme relatives and parents.
What brother or no brother.
From the day she was abandoned, she and Jiang Jianguo's family were strangers.
She wasn't some saint. She didn't care whether strangers with whom she had no connection lived or died.
Zhang Lian's face turned ashen with anger at such cold words.
Jiang Jianguo's expression was even more gloomy. "How can you say such heartless words? If you're smart, hurry up and go to the hospital with us to save your brother, or don't blame me for not caring about our father-daughter relationship."
Jiang Ling said coldly, "What father-daughter relationship? What right does a dog who cruelly abandoned his own daughter have to preach to me?"
"What are you calling me, a dog... a dog man..."
Jiang Jianguo glared at Jiang Ling.
"Yes, a dog man. What's the problem? A heartless beast, worse than pigs and dogs. What about your daughter? Isn't she your own flesh and blood? So cruel, even calling you a beast is an insult to beasts!"
Jiang Ling's words were sharp and venomous. Since she regarded them as strangers, she naturally wouldn't be polite.
"You useless woman, you... how dare you..."
Jiang Jianguo was furious and raised his hand, about to slap Jiang Ling.
Jiang Ling's eyes flashed, and she grabbed Jiang Jianguo's hand in return, then slapped him hard.
*Slap!*
A clear slapping sound rang out, and Jiang Jianguo's old face turned red at a visible speed.
Zhang Lian's eyes widened even further, filled with shock and disbelief.
It had always been parents disciplining children, but never had children dared to hit their fathers.
Even if some children were rebellious and unfilial, they were usually prodigal sons, not daughters daring to hit their old fathers. It was utter rebellion.
Jiang Jianguo felt the burning pain on his face and became even more enraged. "How dare you hit me? How could you hit me?"
"Why wouldn't I dare? You trespassed into my home and dared to lay hands on me. Is one slap too much? If this were a Western country where private property is sacred and inviolable, you wouldn't be able to sue me for assault even if I shot you!"
Jiang Ling looked at the two with nothing but indifference.
As an actress, she hated the kind of domestic ethical dramas where parents, no matter how biased, or mothers-in-law and relatives, no matter how extreme, could be tolerated without limits, leading to a happy ending.
She didn't have the habit of being cheap. She treated those who were good to her well, and exchanged sincerity for sincerity.
Otherwise, no matter how deep the blood ties, if they dared to disgust or annoy her, she wouldn't be polite.
"You—" Jiang Jianguo was so angry his nose was crooked.
"Mingxia, how can you hit your father? This is rebellious!" Zhang Lian reprimanded.
"Go to hell with your rebellion! What are you, to dare to accuse me?"