"I really have to admire your flexibility." Su Yang chuckled, speaking with contempt.

Su Mo choked with anger, and tried to suppress her anger. She crossed her arms and raised her head with great momentum: "As the host of those two programs, and with your husband as your backer, it shouldn't be difficult to get a guest in. Any episode will do. Just find a way to get me in."

"Are you ordering me?" Su Yang's eyes flashed with a chill as cold as the twelfth lunar month.

"That's not true, Yangyang, don't bother with Momo. You grew up with her and you know her bad temper." Xu Yi saw that something was wrong and immediately spoke up to smooth things over with a smile.

"Momo's work in the entertainment industry hasn't been going very smoothly recently. She saw your talk show 'Idol Advent' and it's very popular online, so she wanted to be on one. She doesn't have too many requirements for the money, so it doesn't matter if you give her or not. After all, our Su family isn't short of money right now."

"Yangyang, can you help her talk to the director or producer?"

"No." Su Yang refused coldly without any hesitation: "It is the director's job to invite the right person as a guest. I am just a host and don't want to get involved. Besides..."

Qing Ling's voice paused for a moment, and his clear black and white almond-shaped eyes swept indifferently towards the mother and daughter.

"Why should I help you? Just because Su Mo just called me an unconvinced and hypocritical sister? Or because I am the hard-hearted bastard you mentioned? Xu Yi, everyone knows how you usually treat me. Who are you pretending to be for now? You really interpret the concept of 'human nature' to the fullest."

"Su Yang, forget about what you said about me. My mother spoke to you in a nice voice. Why do you call my mother by her name?" As soon as she finished speaking, Su Mo, who was already feeling uncomfortable, came out to speak up for Xu Yiming.

"Okay, okay." Seeing Su Mo turning around, Xu Yi hurriedly stopped him and said, "It's okay. Yangyang has always had a prejudice against me. It's okay to say a few words."

"Mom, you are her elder after all. Now that she's married into a good family, she doesn't care about you anymore. You even ordered a cake for her mom today. You're the only one who's so generous. If it were someone else, who knows how taboo they would be!"

"What's so taboo about this? It's her mother's birthday. It's human nature. You should say less. If your father sees it, he might scold you again."

Su Yang frowned, taking in Xu Yi's hypocritical and affected demeanor. For more than ten years, she has always been like this, saying one thing in front of people and another behind their backs.

In front of Su Huai and Su Mo, he was very concerned about her, but in private he treated her differently.

"Isn't he just a dead person? He's been dead for more than ten years. Why celebrate his birthday? To me, it's just hypocritical. Even the dead can't rest in peace."

“Pah—”

As the voice fell, a crisp slapping sound rang out in the living room.

"You...you hit me?" Su Mo staggered, tilting her head. She slowly raised her hand to cover her numb and burning cheek. She opened her eyes wide in surprise. When she gradually came to her senses, her facial expression suddenly became ferocious. She rushed directly towards Su Yang and raised her hand to hit her: "Su Yang, you bitch, how dare you hit me."

Su Yang had a cold face. He calmly caught her hand and shook it off: "Do I need to choose a day to beat you? Do I need to find a master to calculate the most auspicious day and time to beat you?"

"Momo." Xu Yi quickly stepped forward to support Su Mo, who was almost thrown to the ground. He held her face and looked at her again and again with heartache: "Does it hurt?"

"Yangyang, how can you hit people? Momo's words were inappropriate, but she is still your sister." Xu Yi tried hard to restrain the urge to curse and scolded softly.

"Is this inappropriate language? Isn't this a lack of upbringing and quality? Madam Xu really knows how to teach her daughter, but she has made her as hypocritical and pretentious as you."

Su Yang seemed to feel that he had just touched Su Mo and dirty her hands, and clapped his hands in disgust: "This slap today is a warning, Su Mo, if I hear you criticize my mother again in the future, it won't be a slap. No one taught you what manners are, so I will teach you reluctantly."

"This is what you are doing. How shameless."

Just as Su Yang dodged Su Mo's crazy attack, a majestic and angry roar came from the stairs.

Su Mo burst into tears upon hearing this, and quickly ran to Su Huai, sniffing in grievance: "Dad, Su Yang hit me, look, she hit me in the face."

Su Huai looked at the obvious slap marks on her face, frowned, looked at Su Yang, and asked, "Did you hit me?"

"You want to fight back for her?" Su Yang looked at him coldly with a chilly tone.

Su Huai's face darkened when he heard this. Xu Yi came over and said with a smile, "Hey, it's just a fight between two children. Is it worth getting angry? Don't blame Yangyang. It was Momo who provoked you first. I'm just waiting for you to start eating."

"You should keep the meal and cake for yourselves. I'm afraid my mother will scold me in my dreams and say that I brought her back to bring bad luck if I don't celebrate my birthday with you." Su Yang snorted coldly, turned around, picked up her bag, and turned to leave.

"etc."

A voice like a huge bell came, Su Yang paused slightly, a faint arc appeared at the corner of his mouth, and the smile in his eyes was fleeting. He turned sideways and looked at him: "Anything else?"

"Come to the study with me, I have something to tell you." Su Huai said in a deep voice and turned to go upstairs.

Su Yang walked over calmly, and when he passed by Su Mo, he glanced at her out of the corner of his eye.

The second he made eye contact with her, Su Mo became angry again and pointed at her: "Su Yang, why are you so proud?"

"You don't want your hand anymore?" Su Yang narrowed his eyes, glanced at the hand she stretched out in front of him, and said in a cold voice.

Perhaps frightened by her aura, Su Mo reflexively withdrew his hand and instinctively took a step back, with a hint of obvious fear in his eyes.

Arriving at the door of the study, Su Yang hesitated for a moment, a thin layer of ice floating on the light in his eyes.

After standing there for a long time, she adjusted her mood, walked in, and looked at the man sitting on the chair with a serious face: "What do you want to say?"

The cold tone and voice without any warmth spread to Su Huai's ears, which seemed a bit harsh. He looked at his daughter in front of him who was very similar to the woman in his memory.

Whether in appearance, temperament, or charm, she looks very much like Wen Tanyue.

After a while, Su Huai concentrated his thoughts, met her cold eyes, and slowly said, "What happened just now?"

"You asked me to come up here just to call me to task?" Su Yang frowned unhappily.

(End of this chapter)