"Ye Xingchen, you..." Chen Roujin was furious.
"And you, Bai Yingyun, look at yourself now, how are you any different from a slut?" Ye Xingchen stared coldly at Bai Yingyun to the side: "It's a good thing my dad didn't choose you, you'd better watch yourself."
After saying those words, Ye Xingchen turned and left. Bai Yingyun covered her face and burst into tears.
"What are you crying about? What's there to cry about?" Chen Roujin stood up and said with some disgust, "You're such a hypocrite, I get annoyed just looking at you."
"Do you... really hate me that much?" Bai Yingyun suddenly raised her head, revealing a hint of anger.
"Yes, I hate you. If you don't like Chen Zhengyi, why did you have to marry him?" Chen Roujin screamed. "You are an adult. You are fully capable of controlling your own behavior."
"Now that you've married Chen Zhengyi, you're the lady of the Chen family, the future matriarch of the Chen clan. Don't look so pitiful all the time."
"Besides being Chen Zhengyi's wife, I'm also your mother." Bai Yingyun suddenly raised her head and said sharply, "All these years, have you ever treated me as your mother?"
"Ha, yes, Mother?" Chen Roujin almost laughed: "The knife wounds, burns, and scratches on my body, you did them, didn't you?"
“Back then, you told everyone that you were depressed and didn’t want to live anymore. You vented all your dissatisfaction with life and your hatred for Chen Zhengyi on me. The reason I became like this is all because of you.”
“You know that Chen Zhengyi gave me nerve-stimulating drugs every week in order to keep me by his side. I hurt you because of the drugs. No mother would intentionally hurt her own child. The reason I became so abnormal is because of him. I only found out last week that there was a problem with the drugs I had been taking for decades.”
Bai Yingyun vented all her resentment and dissatisfaction at this moment: "I've been drinking poison for decades, and only now do I realize it, while you knew the medicine was problematic all along, but you never told me."
"What are you doing? Getting revenge on me?"
“Yes, I’m getting revenge on you.” Chen Roujin laughed somewhat hysterically: “You shouldn’t have given birth to me.”
“Who am I? Everyone hates me, thinks I’m crazy, but no one ever asks why I’m crazy?” Chen Roujin suddenly stood up and walked outside.
"Where are you going?" Bai Yingyun was startled. If she went out like this, something bad was going to happen.
"I'll find a man, borrow sperm. Since Ye Xingchen won't lend me any, I'll find someone else."
"Why did you do this?" Bai Yingyun was furious, but Chen Roujin slammed the door and walked out, not giving her a chance to speak.
At the horse farm, a middle-aged man is brushing a white horse.
The man's face was slightly flushed, and his steps were unsteady; it was clear at a glance that he was the kind of person whose body had been drained by alcohol and women.
However, he brushed the white horse very carefully, scrubbing it meticulously and not missing a single stain.
"Second Young Master, let me do it." A chubby boss with a smile on his face, he was Wang Bei, the person in charge of the horse farm.
This middle-aged man was none other than Chen Zhengye, the second son of the Chen family, Chen Zhengyi's younger brother, and Chen Liang's father.
“Let me handle this. Horses, though they are animals, are also very intelligent,” Chen Zhengye said with a smile. “Besides, they are different from people. Sometimes people will stab you in the back, but they won’t.”
"Even among brothers, sometimes there may not be as many trustworthy creatures as beasts."
Wang Bei smiled and busied himself calling out for help, running around diligently.
"Has the old man come here these past few days?" Chen Zhengye asked after finishing brushing his horse.
“I came here a few days ago, but I got into a conflict with a young man and left in anger,” Wang Bei said, bowing.
"Oh, at your age, getting angry with a young person? That doesn't seem right." Chen Zhengye paused and then asked, "Who is this person?"
“His surname is Ye, Ye Xingchen,” Wang Bei said. “And there’s also the Li family’s daughter.”
"Oh, them? No wonder." Chen Zhengye sneered, a deep look in his eyes. "That kid the old man has the biggest headache for. No wonder he's angry."
"Wang Bei, let me know immediately if the old man makes any moves in the future." Chen Zhengye sat down: "You've worked hard all these years."
"It is my honor to serve the Second Young Master. Besides, without the Second Young Master, there would be no Wang Bei today." Wang Bei bowed, his face full of flattery.
"The Li family and Ye Xingchen are quite a handful," Chen Zhengye said leisurely. "The old man wants to use marriage to swallow up the Li family, but it won't be that easy."
"Besides, that kid from the Ye family is no pushover either; he's a wolf cub."
Chen Zhengye leaned back on the sofa, his eyes gleaming slightly. It was easy to tell from his gaze that he was a man of deep cunning, completely contrary to the rumors that he was useless.
"Dad." Just then, Chen Liang walked over.
"Hey, my son's here." Chen Zhengye's shrewdness vanished instantly, replaced by his usual drunken, useless look: "Come, come, look at this horse, 'Thousand Miles of Snow,' isn't it more spirited than before?"
“Let me tell you, I’ve brought in another batch of horses with excellent bloodlines from Europe, worth tens of millions. Your grandfather will definitely love them when he sees them,” Chen Zhengye said excitedly. “Also, I’ve brought in a falcon from overseas, from the royal family there. It’s a top-quality falcon. Come on, Wang Bei, bring the falcon up here so my son can see it.”
"Yes, Second Young Master." Wang Bei bowed hurriedly, turned and left, and returned a moment later with a falcon.
This falcon has sharp eyes and a robust physique; it is indeed a rare and superior specimen.
This creature is a Class I protected animal in China, but it is extremely popular in Saudi high society and is a symbol of nobility. A top-quality falcon can fetch tens of millions of dollars at auction.
"Dad, I've come to see you today because I have something to discuss." Chen Liang said somewhat helplessly.
His own father was still the same as the rumors said—uneducated and incompetent, spending his old age playing with horses and birds, doing nothing productive.
If he had been even slightly more ambitious, he wouldn't have been so suppressed by his uncle all these years.
“Okay, let’s go to the wine cellar. I recently bought a new batch of wine, and it tastes really good. Let’s drink and chat.” Chen Zhengye said with a smile, taking his son to the private wine cellar on the east side of the horse farm.
He opened two bottles of red wine worth 100,000 yuan, then said with a smile, "Since you rarely come here, don't leave at noon. I've found a few Michelin chefs from abroad, and they've air-freighted lobster and steak from Australia. Stay and have lunch with us."
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