"I'm speaking human language, of course I know what I'm saying. Or are you saying you don't understand?"
Zhuang Zhongming's voice, filled with gritted teeth, came through the phone: "Fine, fine, Zhuang Yan, you've really hardened your bones, daring to talk to me like that now."
He didn't know if his bones were tough or not, but he was certainly tough-as-nails, after all, he had died once before.
"That's what I said to you yesterday. If you don't like hearing it, you won't hear it again after we break off our relationship."
Zhuang Zhongming flew into a rage and cursed into the phone. Just from the sound of his voice, Zhuang Yan could imagine how far his spittle would travel.
Zhuang Chongming is fifty years old this year, having lived more than half his life. In his previous life, Zhuang Chongming lived to be 70, an age that is not considered long-lived among ordinary people.
But at least it's better than him... After he took over all of the Zhuang family's businesses, Zhuang Chongming retired to become the chairman. He didn't manage things, but he still had a lot of power. After he turned 60, he traveled to various places and fished and grew flowers when he had nothing to do. He lived a very comfortable life and even had time to bring his mistress back to live with him.
Tang Jing was driven to her death by a mistress; she was quite young when she died.
In fact, Zhuang Zhongming's affair happened in the last few years.
Zhuang Yan once thought that Zhuang family was selfish and self-serving, but Zhuang Chongming and Tang Jing were at least in love. Later he realized that he was overthinking it. Selfish and self-serving people always love themselves. How could they love others?
"I'll bring my lawyer to the Zhuang family at 2 PM." After saying that, Zhuang Yan decisively hung up the phone.
Song Lu, who was standing to the side, listened to the whole thing from beginning to end. All the things that had puzzled him were explained. He finally understood why Zhuang Yan was in such a hurry to leave the Zhuang family.
Listen to what Zhuang Chongming is saying! He has no basic respect for children; he's treating them like dogs.
Fortunately, Zhuang Yan was unaffected and delivered a very satisfying rebuttal.
Zhuang Yan has repeatedly shattered his preconceived notions these past two days; he almost doesn't recognize him anymore.
After hanging up the phone, Zhuang Yan turned around and saw Song Lu staring blankly at him. After thinking for a moment, he explained, "I have to provoke him a little, because I'm afraid he won't agree later."
Brother, you've succeeded.
"If you piss him off, aren't you afraid he'll target you in the future?"
Zhuang Yan calmly poured himself a cup of hot water and drank it: "Even if I don't provoke him, he'll still target me."
Indeed, the fact that Zhuang Yan is being asked to pay child support is outrageous enough. Three hundred million is a sum that even if Zhuang Yan were sold, he couldn't raise.
If Zhuang Chongming insists on fighting over this money, he'll have to go to court.
After Song Lu finished organizing the documents, the two drove directly to the dealer's house at 1 p.m.
Zhuang Zhongming and Tang Jing were both there. As soon as Tang Jing saw Zhuang Yan, she hysterically roared, "If I had known you would become so disobedient, I should have drowned you back then! You killed your own sister when you were five years old, and now you're harming the family. I risked half my life to give birth to you and raised you with great care. Is this how you repay your parents?"
"You murderer! You killed your own sister! You will spend the rest of your life atoning for her in the Zhuang family!" The sharp, piercing voice, like fingernails scraping across a blackboard, sent chills down one's spine.
This was the first time Song Lu had encountered such a situation, and he couldn't help but take a step back. He looked at Zhuang Yan with concern, only to find that Zhuang Yan's expression was calm.
Whenever Zhuang Yan disobeys or tries to resist, Tang Jing goes crazy, cursing him with the most vicious words and morally blackmailing him.
Zhuang Yan was afraid to go back to this home, afraid to face her mother like this.
But he had to face the fact that Zhuang Yan in his previous life had brainwashed himself into believing that the family needed him. Tang Jing would occasionally go crazy, beat him, spit on him, and curse him. After venting her anger on him, she would return to normal and would not hurt herself.
“He’s too disobedient, I’m going to kill him.”
"Okay, I'll help you."
“I want him to kneel down; he’s a murderer.”
"Yes, you're right, he's a murderer."
"He doesn't deserve to be our son, we can't love him, he should atone for our little Ke's sins!"
"I stopped loving him a long time ago."
“He’s not listening to us now. Is he going to destroy our home? He’s already destroyed it once…”
Zhuang Chongming gently comforted her: "No, I'm here. I will protect our home."
The madwoman's words made no sense, but they came from her heart.
The thought of Zhuang Yan growing up in such an environment sent chills down Song Lü's spine.
He had previously disagreed with Zhuang Yan leaving home, but now he wished he could sprout wings for him. What kind of home is this? It's practically a madhouse, a slaughterhouse.
...What must he have gone through to be able to remain so composed today?
Zhuang Yan had heard similar words too many times. In short, in this family, he was a criminal. He didn't deserve to live as a human being. He could only be a dog. His purpose in being was to open his chest and let them stab him through the heart with knives when they were unhappy.
Tang Jing grabbed the ashtray from the coffee table and was about to smash it on Zhuang Yan's head. If that thing hit him on the head, his head would be smashed open.
Zhuang Yan neither dodged nor blocked her, but stared straight at her: "Ms. Tang, are you sure you want to go crazy in front of a lawyer? If you dare to lay a hand on me today, I will call the police and have the lawyer file a case directly."
Zhuang Zhongming hugged Tang Jing tightly: "It's all because of you that your mother got sick. Are you happy to see her go completely crazy because you're so angry with her?"
“I said that if she is sick, she should go to the hospital, instead of using her illness as an excuse to do whatever she wants.”
Tang Jing glared at Zhuang Yan: "You're calling me mentally ill?"
"You should be very familiar with Munchausen syndrome." This statement seemed to be an answer to Tang Jing, but Zhuang Yan was actually looking at Zhuang Zhongming.
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