Chapter 221 You are not worthy to be the father of my child
“Yao Qingling, you only saved a stray dog that fell into the water. The dog got on your boat and was carried ashore by you. Then it ran off to the master it wanted without looking back. And you are still struggling to hold that boat up, with no one to help you and no one to rely on.”
Zhan Xingzhuo, with his superior attitude, ruthlessly attacked Yao Qingling, making her see reality clearly.
She used to look down on him, but now that he has returned as a benefactor, if she had any sense, she would know what to do.
"You've been lucky to have Hui Ba Fang open this long. But that luck won't last forever. If something happens to that shop, what will you rely on to survive?"
He rejected everything Yao Qingling had fought so hard for.
Yao Qingling remained silent and took a sip of soup.
She didn't speak, simply feeling that she had nothing to say to this extremely confident man.
"Qingling, coming back to me won't just benefit you. Do you want our child to suffer the same fate as you, being bullied and left without anyone to protect them?"
“He was born into a noble family. If you force yourself on him, you will only ruin his life. You can’t give him anything!”
Upon hearing this, Yao Qingling finally raised her eyelids to look at him: "Ruined his life? Couldn't give him anything?"
She chuckled and said, "Life is so long, why are you making decisions about his entire life now? You're not a fortune teller."
Zhan Xingzhuo took a sip of wine and said calmly, "Because that's how the world is."
This is the world of powerful and aristocratic families. Without power and influence, there is no place for them in this world.
Even he himself, no matter how much he hated the Duke's mansion, admitted that he had benefited from the Duke's mansion's influence.
Then look at the Yao family. They are desperately trying to curry favor with him because he can turn the tide for the Marquis's mansion.
Qing Ling looked at Zhan Xingzhuo quietly, a mocking smile curving her lips: "Then... if Zhao'er and Xiao'er were to compete for the same official position, who would you give it to?"
Zhan Xingzhuo glanced at her: "As long as I have a place in the court, are you afraid that your son won't be able to sit in a high position?"
He answered without explaining. Qingling understood; she had expected it.
The best should be reserved for Xiao'er.
And her child will also enjoy honor, though not the best. He will ensure his child's lifelong well-being, which is already a great blessing for Zhao'er.
However, her son's honor does not need to be given by him; she will fight for it herself.
She will raise Zhao'er to be a man of both literary and martial talents, so that he will not need to rely on others and can achieve what he wants step by step by himself.
Qingling burst into laughter.
They laughed so hard they were doubled over, they laughed mockingly, they laughed bitterly, they laughed sharply.
The laughter startled Zhan Xingzhuo.
He frowned: "Yao Qingling, are you out of your mind with joy?"
Qingling stopped laughing, gently wiping away the tears that had welled up in her eyes with her fingers.
Tears of sorrow, tears of pain.
"Zhan Xingzhuo, are you trying to disgust Zhao'er, or me, or yourself?"
Ah, one's own child is always relegated to a secondary position, allowing other people's children to humiliate him.
Did he ever think about what the child would think when he grew up and discovered how his father treated him differently?
What kind of deviations will this cause in his personality and his life?
Does he doubt himself and give up on himself, or become violent, paranoid, and resentful of everyone? Does he blame his mother for being incompetent and unloved?
“My uncle Yao Ying and his wife Ma are such selfish people, yet they both know how to put their own children first and go to great lengths to secure their future.”
Qing Ling's mocking smile instantly turned sinister: "Zhan Xingzhuo, you're no father at all! You don't deserve to be the father of my child!"
She knocked the wine glass out of Zhan Xingzhuo's hand.
With a crash, the glass fell to the ground, spilling wine all over the floor, filling the air with a strong aroma of alcohol.
Zhan Xingzhuo was stunned, his empty hand still hanging in mid-air.
This was the first time Yao Qingling had laid a hand on him.
Her words and actions were rude and uncouth, completely lacking the demeanor and grace expected of a daughter of a wealthy family.
"You—" Zhan Xingzhuo was so shocked that he couldn't speak.
Qingling didn't give him a chance to speak at all, and continued, "Since you've made up your mind about Zhou Zhining, then go and live a good life with her. Don't bother me and my Zhao'er."
"Oh, right, once you become a powerful minister, you'll have to 'rehabilitate' the Zhou family. At that time, Zhou Zhining will no longer be a government slave, and the Grand Princess shouldn't object to you two being together anymore. Why not endure it for a few more years? Just don't let her be wronged."
"I'm afraid that once you two get married, I'll become the sinner who ruined your love, cursed by the world, and humiliated and tormented by you two despicable people!"
Despicable person?
Zhan Xingzhuo trembled all over.
She didn't drink a drop of alcohol, so how could she be so crazy?
Yao Qingling looked at his ashen face, which was as taut as a frozen river.
She felt extremely happy.
Since I've already said what I needed to say, I might as well say a few more words.
"Are you in such a hurry to take Zhao'er back because you're afraid the censor will scold you for being immoral and it will affect your future?"
"Zhou Zhining has become your servant, but now that she's in charge of your household, you're afraid of gossip, so you want me to go back and act as a fig leaf for the two of you?"
"You two can be happy being adulterers, that's all that matters. The world is so chaotic, who cares about you two thieves and prostitutes? Why do evil deeds and drag innocent people into it?"
"Yao Qingling, you...you are simply...utterly vulgar!"
That's it. After she started doing business, she learned the vulgarity of men. She associated with those shady businessmen, and all the good things about her before were gone. All she knew was how to scheme and fight.
Harsh, jealous, sharp-tongued, vulgar...
The Yao Qingling before him was a complete stranger to Zhan Xingzhuo.
It's not that I don't give her anything, it's just a little less. It's just that I don't put her first. Is she that important?
Zhan Xingzhuo didn't understand why she insisted on comparing herself to Zhou Zhining.
But she didn't get any better. Compared to Zhou Zhining's gentleness, generosity, intelligence, and charm, Yao Qingling was utterly worthless!
"That's perfect. Someone like me doesn't deserve to sit with you. You can leave now."
Yao Qingling turned her head away, too lazy to look at him again.
Zhan Xingzhuo couldn't eat anymore; he was afraid that if he continued talking, he would flip the table and hit someone.
The man slammed his hand heavily on the table and stormed off.
Minglu stared at Nie Yun at the door, listening to the argument inside.
Seeing Zhan Xingzhuo come out, he quickly followed him.
Once inside the carriage, Minglu looked puzzled: "Master, why is Yao Qingling getting more and more energetic as she argues? This isn't right..."
Zhan Xingzhuo was in a terrible mood and said irritably, "What's wrong? The one who's wrong is Yao Qingling! I'm willing to take her back, but she, a mere businesswoman, actually dares to humiliate me!"
He clenched his fists, regretting that he had just come out.
When he was in the Ministry of Personnel, there was a junior official who said that in his household, his word was law.
The official said his secret was to beat people. He would beat anyone who disobeyed him, and even if his wife displeased him, he would make her kneel in the ancestral hall as punishment.
Zhan Xingzhuo felt that he had spoiled Yao Qingling too much and indulged her little by little, which made her mistakenly believe that she was the god.
Minglu was so frightened that he dared not speak, and lowered his head while clenching his hands.
By this time, the snow on the ground had accumulated to a thick layer, the carriage was moving very slowly, the charcoal fire was about to go out, and the carriage was getting colder and colder.
Zhan Xingzhuo was sobered up by the coldness.
He glanced at Minglu and kicked him: "Are you mute? Didn't you have something to say?"
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