Upon reaching the door, Zhou Jing reached out without hesitation and forcefully pushed the door open.

The door, which had originally symbolized warmth and peace, now creaked and groaned in pain under her rough treatment.

She strode heavily into the living room, her chill and anger instantly filling the entire space.

She flung the designer handbag in her hand with force, sending it flying in a sharp arc before it crashed heavily onto the soft sofa with a loud bang.

The items inside the bag were jolted and knocked about by the impact, making a series of chaotic noises, as if they were the accompaniment to this farce.

"Dad, didn't you say you had something important to announce? What is it? Tell me quickly, I have to go back after you finish!" Zhou Jing shouted at the top of her lungs, her voice sharp and piercing, like a sharp blade that shattered the oppressive silence in the living room.

In her tone, impatience and disgust surged like a raging tide. In her eyes, the home that held countless memories for Xia Shuhua was nothing more than an insignificant temporary place to stay, a burden she was eager to get rid of, and a stumbling block to her "happy life" with Zhao Guodong.

Xia Shuqin, who was sitting on the living room sofa, was looking forward to her aunt's return. When she saw this scene, she felt as if she had been hit hard in the chest by a heavy hammer. A surge of anger rose from the bottom of her heart and rushed to the top of her head.

Her eyes widened, burning with fury. Her jaw was clenched, and her lips turned slightly white from the force. She clenched her fists so tightly that her knuckles turned white from the strain, and the veins on the back of her hands stood out.

She tried to take deep breaths, attempting to suppress the almost out-of-control anger, but the anger was like a trapped beast, rampaging through her chest.

Xia Shuqin slowly raised her eyes, her gaze like two sharp daggers, locking onto Zhou Jing.

She suppressed her anger and said, word by word, "Xia Shuhua, how dare you talk like that? I just asked you to come home for dinner and you're throwing such a tantrum. Don't you even respect Dad?"

Xia Shuqin's voice trembled slightly, her tone a mixture of anger and heartache, each word filled with disbelief and deep disappointment at her aunt's current state.

Zhou Jing was already blinded by anger, and when she heard Xia Shuqin's question, she was like a powder keg that had been lit, and she instantly flew into a rage.

Her eyes were wide open, as if two raging flames were burning within them, leaping with endless madness and anger. She glared fiercely at Xia Shuqin, the veins on her neck bulging like angry earthworms, twisting and turning along her neck.

"Who do you think you are? You dare to lecture me! I can say whatever I want, this is my home, I can do whatever I want here!"

Zhou Jing screamed hysterically while wildly waving her arms, which drew messy arcs in the air.

Her body trembled with rage, and the ground beneath her feet seemed to shake slightly from her imposing aura.

His frenzied appearance resembled a wild beast driven mad by desperation, displaying its most ferocious side in a desperate struggle, as if he were about to tear everything in front of him to shreds at any moment. His posture seemed to be about to overturn the entire house, turning this warm space that carried family affection into ruins.

Sitting in the main seat, Xia Xiong's originally composed face instantly turned ashen, like the gloomy sky before a storm, as if thunder could explode and torrential rain could pour down at any moment.

His eyes were wide open, filled with shock and anger—a reaction to an extreme emotional shock.

His body trembled slightly involuntarily, his hands gripping the sofa armrests tightly, his knuckles turning white. He was trying hard to control his emotions, but the turmoil in his heart was like a raging tsunami, difficult to quell.

He simply couldn't reconcile the unreasonable, shrewish person before him with the obedient, sensible, gentle, and caring daughter he remembered.

The Shuhua who used to thoughtfully hand him a cup of hot tea when he got off work; the Shuhua who would carefully prepare gifts for him on his birthday; the Shuhua who would tell him jokes to cheer him up when he was tired—now she had become like this, someone he felt completely unfamiliar with.

"Shuhua, you've gone too far! Is this how you treat your family?" Xia Xiong's voice trembled violently with anger, each note carried by a raging storm, filled with endless disappointment and heartache.

Disappointment surged forth from his trembling voice like a flood bursting its banks; each word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth with all his might, carrying an indescribable heaviness and sorrow.

However, Zhou Jing showed no sign of restraint and instead intensified her actions.

She put her hands on her hips, took a big step forward, and shouted at Xia Xiong aggressively, "Don't try to intimidate me with your outdated rules! I've had enough of your self-righteous lecturing!"

At this moment, she was completely blinded by anger, and the thought that "Xia Jianguo has been brought back, so she definitely won't get a share of the Xia family's property" kept echoing in her mind.

This idea, like a venomous snake, tightly coiled around her mind, causing her to completely lose her reason. She simply tore off the mask she had worn for so many years, revealing her most ferocious and ugliest face.

Xia Wan stood quietly to the side, taking in everything.

Her eyes revealed calmness and wisdom. Although she was extremely anxious looking at the chaotic scene before her, she knew that she had to remain calm at this moment.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm her wildly beating heart.

She took a step forward without making a sound, her posture as upright as a pine tree, her confident demeanor seemingly able to withstand any storm.

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