Wenjia received her grandmother's teachings from a young age, and her every word and action exuded the grace of a well-bred lady.

She never gained the upper hand in verbal exchanges with He Rong.

"Mom, don't be angry." Nangong Shuangshuang quickly helped Wen Jia up, then looked at He Rong, "Miss He, my father isn't home. If you want to find him..."

Just then, the sound of a car came from outside, and Nangong Rongyao walked in quickly. He was taken aback when he saw He Rong: "What are you doing here?"

"Nangong Rongyao," He Rong stood up, "We've been intimate more than once, haven't we? This is such a strange thing to say."

Nangong Rongyao couldn't help but glance at his wife, feeling a little uneasy.

Wen Jia turned and went upstairs. Although almost thirty years had passed, looking at them still made her feel extremely uncomfortable. She had been completely blind back then to think that Nangong Rongyao was a good man.

Nangong Shuangshuang gave the maid, Sister Li, a wink, signaling her to go up and keep an eye on her mother. She was afraid something might happen, while she had to stay here and keep an eye on that shameless woman. What if she did something with her father at home? Would her mother even have a chance to survive?

His father still had some sense of shame, but this woman had absolutely no shame.

"Just get to the point, I need to get back to the company." Nangong Rongyao frowned as he looked at He Rong, feeling a bit of a headache. It was fine outside, but things were different at home.

"Alright." He Rong nodded. She was mainly here today for her son's sake, so she wasn't in the mood for anything else. "I want to know, how come I didn't know that A-Jue got divorced?"

"Divorced?" Nangong Rongyao frowned. "Impossible."

“Why is it impossible?” He Rong’s voice rose. “I just got the news that he has already signed an agreement with that country bumpkin. Nangong Rongyao is my son. Even if he has the surname Nangong, I have the right to know.”

"Yes, that's your son. Why don't you ask him why he didn't tell you?" Nangong Rongyao was also annoyed. If he could, he really wouldn't want to have a son like that. With him around, he was constantly reminded of his foolishness back then.

Many scions of noble families have wild and carefree lives outside, but they would never have an illegitimate child, because that would affect the family's interests. However, he was outsmarted by this woman.

Of course, he never felt there was anything wrong with being a womanizer and playful.

“You…” He Rong was stunned by the shout, “He is also your son.”

“Yes, a son who constantly reminds me of my shame.” Nangong Rongyao sneered. “If you hadn’t run away so fast back then, he wouldn’t exist at all, nor should he exist…”

“Sure, go tell him that,” He Rong laughed. “Or kick him out of the Nangong family.”

"you……"

"Nangong Rongyao, don't try to be a hypocrite." He Rong leaned closer to Nangong Rongyao. "If you hadn't been after me back then, how could you have fallen for my tricks? When you slept with me, weren't you calling me your darling and sweetheart quite enthusiastically? Let me tell you, if you dare to go too far, I'll drag you down to hell with me." After saying that, she turned around and walked away in her high heels.

Nangong Rongyao pointed at He Rong's back, as if to say something, but suddenly his body swayed.

Nangong Shuangshuang, who had been standing nearby in the background, was startled when she saw this. She quickly came over to support him, took out a nitroglycerin pill, and put it into Nangong Rongyao's mouth: "Dad, don't get agitated, take a rest..."