Chapter 112 Domestic Violence?

Fang Lanxin was quite satisfied with this direction of public opinion, and glanced at Lu Asheng as a sign of encouragement.

“You’re right. I’m an alcoholic, I’m abusive, and I’ve never given my son a single good day.”

"For so many years I have felt guilty and sorry for Lu Chen. I never thought that these things would become stumbling blocks to his development."

"Here, I sincerely request everyone not to continue attacking him because of this matter. He has done nothing wrong in this matter. If you think I have a problem, you can criticize me and scold me, but please do not blame him for something he did not do wrong!"

Lu Asheng stood up, his words earnest.

Since he entered Fang Lanxin's winery, he has become much more sober and speaks more logically.

Fang Lanxin finally understood why Lu Asheng became Lu Chen's father. When he was sober, he was a very eloquent and responsible person. The charm of a mature man was on full display in him.

Most importantly, Lu Asheng's complexion has improved a lot, and his original beauty is showing. He is practically an older version of Lu Chen. The two of them standing together are quite a beautiful sight.

Lu Chen had no hope for Lu Asheng. He really didn't expect Lu Asheng to say such things in front of so many people. For some reason, just now, Lu Chen thought he could fight against the whole world, but now, he just wanted to hug his old father and cry!

He stood there, embarrassed, looking longingly at Lu Asheng.

After sensing Lu Chen's desire, Fang Lanxin pushed him directly into Lu Asheng's arms.

Flashes of light went off one after another, capturing the scene of this historic reconciliation.

Fang Lanxin then looked at A Shuang beside her and asked, "What's the public opinion like outside right now?"

"An overwhelming victory! We've also received several collaboration offers, all specifically requesting Lu Chen!" A Shuang smiled broadly at Fang Lanxin, giving her a thumbs up: "Boss, you're amazing!"

Upon hearing this, Ah Shuang belatedly realized how embarrassed she was.

Before Fang Lanxin got married, A Shuang was always following her around like a little shadow, and back then A Shuang always called her "boss".

Later, Fang Lanxin married into the Huo family. Although he was unwilling, he still changed his address and called her "Madam" repeatedly. Today, he was so excited that he couldn't help but call her "Elder Brother".

Fang Lanxin felt very satisfied with being called "boss".

"Okay, call me that from now on!"

"That's a wrap, let's go home!"

Having achieved her goal, Fang Lanxin naturally wouldn't stay any longer. She waved to the camera, turned around, and left.

Watching Fang Lanxin's retreating figure, Lu Chen's lips curled up slightly, and he called out to Lu Asheng somewhat apologetically, "Dad!"

"I'm sorry." Lu Asheng took a deep breath and apologized to his son so sincerely for the first time.

The fourth branch of the Huo family.

"You bastard!"

"This Fang Lanxin is simply spreading heresy and misleading the public!"

Huo Zhenhong smashed the television violently, his face terribly gloomy.

"I refuse to believe she doesn't care about anything!"

"Investigate! Investigate everything about that damned Ling Ye!"

Seeing that he couldn't shake Lu Chen's position, Huo Zhenhong turned his attention to Ling Ye.

Seeing Huo Zhenhong's frantic state, his wife Huang Ying became anxious: "Master, is this really necessary?"

"Shut up, what do you know!"

"Look at Fang Lanxin, and then look at you! All you do is stay at home all day, eating and waiting to die. You're a disgrace!"

Huo Zhenhong slapped Huang Ying hard across the face and turned to leave.

Over the years, Huo Zhenhong had already had someone else outside and didn't care about Huang Ying at all. It was only because Huang Ying only had one daughter and no son that she could never hold her head high in the Huo family.

"Mother!"

Huo Xianxian ran out and immediately helped Huang Ying up.

"Mom, are you alright? Why did Dad hit you again?"

Huang Ying looked at her beloved daughter with tears in her eyes, feeling a pang of heartache.

If it weren't for her daughter, she would have divorced long ago. But if she really got divorced, she would have nothing left. Huo Zhenhong would definitely bring back his illegitimate child, and then her daughter would have nothing left either.

"Mother, when will this end?"

Huo Xianxian's tears fell down in an instant.

"It's okay, it will all pass, it's okay."

Huang Ying held her daughter's hand and gently comforted her.

After a while, Huo Xianxian quietly went out the door.

Hillside villa.

Fang Lanxin frowned, looked at Huo Xianxian who was standing in front of her looking flustered, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Auntie, could you please save my mother!"

Huo Xianxian suddenly burst into tears and knelt down in front of Fang Lanxin.

"What are you doing, child? Get up right now!"

Fang Lanxin quickly stepped forward, helped the child up, and looked at her with a frown.

"what is going on?"

Huo Xianxian wiped away her tears and choked out, "My father has always disliked me for being a girl and for not being able to give birth to a son. In fact, he already has an illegitimate child outside, but he refuses to divorce his wife, ruining his own reputation. He looks down on my mother in every way and beats her at the drop of a hat. Aunt, please, save my mother! If this continues, she will be beaten to death!"

What!

Upon hearing this, Fang Lanxin felt completely distraught. She had long known that Huo Zhenhong was a scoundrel, but she never expected that he would also commit domestic violence!

She looked at Huo Xianxian's thin face and frowned slightly: "And what about you?"

“Occasionally, just occasionally she hits me.” Huo Xianxian’s eyes reddened. “I know, my mother has wanted a divorce for a long time, but she’s afraid that I’ll be devoured by those illegitimate children. Aunt, please help me and give me a chance to work by your side, okay? I also studied art, and I can paint. Could you let me be your curator and stay in your gallery?”

"As long as I find a way out, my mother won't have to suffer for me anymore." As Huo Xianxian spoke, tears fell again.

Seeing her like this, Fang Lanxin took a deep breath: "I'll think about it. You go back first, and don't cry anymore."

"Aunt, please."

"Besides you, I don't know who else I can turn to!"

Huo Xianxian is only sixteen years old this year. She is an art student and studies at the best art academy in Gangcheng. She is about to graduate and has a bright future. However, she is too young and can't stand the atmosphere at home. She is on the verge of a breakdown.