Chen Youfu snorted, "Feelings? Can feelings put food on the table?"
Chen Hao clenched his fists. "I don't care, I won't marry anyone but her."
Chen Youfu's face was grim as he gave a cold snort, his eyes fixed on his son Chen Hao, his tone icy and threatening:
"Hmph, if you dare to marry that woman from the countryside, you can forget about getting a single penny of all my property."
His lips trembled slightly with anger, and his hands were clenched into fists, all of which showed his inner rage.
Despite his father's warning, Chen Hao remained unfazed. He slowly raised his arrogant chin, a disdainful expression on his face.
He coldly replied, "Nobody would care about your paltry sums." As he spoke, he deliberately looked away, seemingly not taking his father seriously at all.
Chen Youfu was completely enraged by his son's attitude. He was trembling with anger, pointing his right index finger directly at Chen Hao's nose, his voice shaking with agitation.
He roared, "You, you, you...you unfilial son, get out of here right now and never set foot in this house again!"
At this moment, he had lost his former dignified image as the head of the family, and was more like a father who was heartbroken over his disobedient son.
However, Chen Hao showed no sign of backing down in the face of his father's expulsion. He turned and walked towards the door without hesitation, leaving behind a defiant statement: "Fine, I'll get out!"
Immediately afterwards, a loud "bang" was heard—Chen Hao slammed the door shut and strode away.
The sudden, loud slam of the door rang out like a thunderclap in the room, startling Xiao Jing, who was sitting quietly on the sofa. She trembled and almost dropped the magazine she was holding.
She stared wide-eyed at Chen Hao as he left, her face filled with astonishment. Her father had asked her to come and see her blind date, but now that he had just returned, he was gone again. What did this mean?
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