Shen Wangshu responded softly, struggling to eat the porridge that cost 80,000 yuan a bowl.

By the way, Si Jiali picked up a cilantro shred that cost a thousand yuan.

"Eat something, everyone." Scarlett's face showed no abnormality, but her hands were trembling slightly.

This mother was the kind of woman who would dare to take a knife and die with Nangong Yao. Although she tried hard not to show it, a fierce fire was already burning in her charming eyes. She quietly looked at her quiet, well-behaved daughter, lowered her eyes, and smiled at Nangong Cheng.

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The smile carried a hint of resolve. Nangong Cheng silently placed her hand on the table, revealing a pleading expression.

Shen Wangshu sighed inwardly.

This beautiful mother of hers looks like she can't stand it anymore and is about to go back and eat a piece of eight-grain rice.

"Uncle Nangong is a good person," she said softly as she ate her porridge.

She paused, then said somewhat shyly, "Like Dad."

Si Jiali and her ex-husband had long since separated, and Si Chun and Si Xin had never had a father since childhood. Nangong Cheng's gentleness and affection truly made people feel genuine emotions.

Of course, Shen Wangshu didn't sense anything.

She simply didn't want Scarlett to miss out on Nangong Cheng, who had died because of her.

Should I punish myself just because Nangong Yao is a scoundrel? There's no logic to that.

Her words seemed to have touched something, and Scarlett slowly withdrew her hand. Under the middle-aged man's pleading gaze, she regained her usual composure. She couldn't help but look at her daughter, and seeing that she seemed to have just said it casually, she felt relieved, but couldn't help asking with concern, "Where is your sister?"

She had been so overwhelmed with emotion that she had forgotten about her eldest daughter, Sixin. But seeing her youngest daughter like this, her heart suddenly skipped a beat, and her face turned pale. This worry, of course, stemmed from the fear that Nangong Yao would take his anger out on her daughter because of her.

"My sister is busy." After finishing a bowl of porridge, Shen Wangshu looked at the table and decided to eat a red bean bun worth 50,000 yuan.

"What are you busy with?" Scarlett asked hurriedly.

"It's nothing." This wasn't Shen Wangshu's reply, but rather a haughty voice coming from the stairwell.

Shen Wangshu, with a chubby red bean bun in her mouth, looked over in a daze and saw a tall, handsome man at the top of the stairs, wearing a black shirt and black trousers, looking impatient. Behind him stood a beautiful girl with slightly red eyes, her snow-white dress a little wrinkled, and her canvas shoes a little crooked. She looked even more pitiful, yet she seemed to be dependent on him, clutching the man's clothes.

It was as if holding the hem of his clothes could give her boundless courage.

Scarlett's movement of jumping up suddenly stopped.

She looked at Nangong Yao with disbelief, his face cold, and then at Si Xin, who was extremely dependent on him.

This is also her daughter, but...

"Xin Xin, are you alright?" Si Jiali tried to hold back, but couldn't help herself and hurriedly went over to pull Si Xin to her side to ask.

Shen Wangshu continued to munch on his steamed bun.

Even if Nangong Yao is a quick shooter, it's impossible for him to have any thoughts about her while she's only had a bowl of porridge.

This isn't a quick-draw artist, this is a three-second man!

"No, it's nothing." Si Xin seemed uncomfortable with Si Jiali's enthusiasm towards her. She pursed her lips nervously, separated herself from Si Jiali a little, and then said as if she was relieved, "Xiao Chun and I were talking to my brother and forgot to come down for dinner. Please don't be angry with me and Uncle."

Scarlett was stunned, then looked at her in disbelief.

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Nangong Yao was not a man who showed mercy to women; there were still marks on Si Xin's wrist.

“Xinxin, don’t be afraid, tell Mom the truth.” Even though it would cause her daughter pain, Scarlett couldn’t help but ask for the truth.

"With my brother here, I'm not afraid, Mom. My brother isn't a bad person." Before Si Jiali could even say that Nangong Yao was a bad person, Si Xin was already anxiously asking her mother to take the blame. Her eyes were red with worry, clearly showing that she was genuinely anxious and truly believed in her heart that Nangong Yao was not a bad person, even though this man had just bullied her sister.

As Shen Wangshu pursed her lips, Si Xin had already walked to her side and whispered in the weakest voice, "And Xiao Chun, how could you, how could you..."

Where did you kick the man?

Si Xin is truly kind-hearted. Seeing Nangong Yao in so much pain that he was covered in cold sweat, she felt even more heartbroken.

That was the man she loved.

“If he ‘talks’ to me again, I’ll still do it,” Shen Wangshu said casually, munching on a steamed bun.

She felt Nangong Yao's piercing gaze fall on her, slowly raised an eyebrow, but didn't say anything more.

“You tied me up to watch live sex shows and then asked me to be his woman? I’ll kick you every time I see you.” As soon as she finished speaking, she heard Scarlett scream and rush over to hug her tightly.

She understood that Si Jiali was afraid that thinking about what had happened before would frighten her and leave her with some kind of shadow in her heart. She looked at Nangong Cheng, whose face was ashen, with a pure and innocent gaze, and said, "Uncle Nangong, I'm not that fragile that you don't dare to mention this matter. I don't care about my reputation. This isn't ancient times. Even if something happened to me, it would just be like being bitten by a dog."

She smiled, her expression innocent.

Nangong Cheng looked at the girl carefully and saw that there was no darkness in her clear eyes. Only then did he show a relieved expression and quickly walked up to Nangong Yao.

He raised his hand and, as Nangong Yao looked at Shen Wangshu with a gloomy expression, slapped the man across the handsome face.

"Apologize to Xinxin and Xiaochun!" he scolded. "You beast! They're your sisters!"

Just as he was about to slap his son again, he saw his imposing son easily grab his wrist and throw him to the ground.

"Xiao Chun, how could you insult me ​​like that?"

"You bastard, I'll fight you to the death!"

Amidst the chaotic sounds, Shen Wangshu saw Si Jiali grab a knife from the dining table and stab it towards Nangong Yao. However, the man with a cold smile on his lips simply grabbed her wrist with one hand, snatched the knife from her hand, and shoved her aside.

Amidst the chaos, the servants of the Nangong family remained solemn, offering no assistance whatsoever. The man, meanwhile, looked mockingly in Shen Wangshu's direction, sneering, "This is your backer? You're so naive." Shen Wangshu's nonchalance infuriated him.

You got bitten by a dog?!

Just as he was about to teach her a lesson for angering him, he heard a polite knock at the villa door.