Tang Nanquan was now trembling with anger, his mind filled with the outrageous things his son had done.
"Stop changing the subject. What do you mean someone's watching? Do you think it's a ghost story?"
Tang Nanquan thought that with a son, he would have an heir and everything would be perfect, but he never expected to encounter this good-for-nothing!
"Today, out of the seven board members, six called me, telling me to kick you far away! Tang Wenshuo, what have you learned from following me all these years?!"
Tang Nanquan was so angry that he kicked him hard.
Tang Wenshuo collapsed to the ground with a thud, crying, "Mom, my stomach hurts, my stomach hurts..."
Song Lan no longer cared whether anyone was watching her; she was only worried about her son.
Upon seeing her son lying on the ground, wailing in pain.
She immediately became extremely anxious; nothing was more important than her son's life.
"Son, are you alright? Did you eat something wrong tonight? I'll call the doctor right now!"
Seeing that she was actually planning to call the doctor, Tang Nanquan couldn't stand it anymore; it was always like this.
Whenever Tang Nanquan tried to discipline his child, Song Lan would always stand in his way, which made Tang Wenshuo increasingly lawless.
"Stop right there! Nobody's allowed to leave! You're all kneeling here obediently today. Don't try to make excuses or run away!"
Tang Nanquan clenched his fists in anger.
Song Lan shoved him away, "Tang Nanquan, you heartless bastard! This is my son, whom I gave birth to and raised. You may not care, but I do! If anything happens to my son today, I will fight you to the death!"
"A doting mother often spoils her son!"
Tang Nanquan grabbed Song Lan's arm and wouldn't let her go over no matter what.
"Go back now! How I discipline Wen Shuo today has nothing to do with you!"
"Uncle Wang, Uncle Wang!" Tang Nanquan roared angrily, calling over the family's new housekeeper.
"Take the lady to her room, close the door, and don't let her come out!"
Uncle Wang looked hesitant, but since the master had said so, he had no choice but to comply.
Uncle Wang comforted her, saying, "Madam, why don't you come upstairs with me first? Master will know what he's doing, so please don't worry. The young master is also Master's own son!"
Who knows if he's even his biological son? Song Lan has already been having an affair with him, and who knows how many men she's been with before!
"No, no, Wen Shuo!"
Song Lan was still pulled by Uncle Wang and returned to her room upstairs.
"Old Wang, hurry up and protect him! Don't let anything happen to Wen Shuo!"
"Don't worry, Madam. What could possibly happen? Master dotes on Young Master Wen Shuo very much!"
Tang Nanquan stood at the courtyard gate, looking at his good-for-nothing son kneeling before him, and he snorted coldly.
"You'll kneel here obediently for the rest of the day. Only come to my study to see me when you've reflected on your actions, thought things through, and promised never to repeat them again!"
After Tang Nanquan finished shouting these words in a fit of rage, he turned around and looked around.
He also felt like he was being watched, and his heart was pounding; he had a constant sense of unease.
"I've really run into a ghost!"
He turned away in a huff and went into his study.
Tang Wenshuo muttered resentfully, "What's it to you? As long as I have enough money to spend, that's enough! I can live a life of comfort and security for the rest of my life. You're really meddling!"
He was still kneeling on the ground when his cronies called.
"Alright, I have something to do tonight and can't make it. You guys have fun!"
When Tang Wenshuo hung up the phone, he glanced at the contact name: Xiaoya.
He's dating a truly wealthy heiress. Even if he never works hard in his life, he can still live a life of luxury and wealth thanks to Jia Mingya!
If his mother knew about this, Song Lan would definitely praise him as a remarkable man.
He couldn't stand that kind of life—studying like crazy, working all night, dealing with those boring old guys, and being in meetings all day long!
There are clearly shortcuts in life, so why suffer? Suffering is for fools!
Jia Mingya is an only child. When she marries him, all of the Jia family's property will belong to Tang Wenshuo.
Besides, the father only has one son.
No matter how useless he is, in the end, the Tang family's business will still belong to Tang Wenshuo.
Before long, the day arrived when Tang Wenshuo inherited the Tang family business, and Tang Nanquan specially held a grand banquet.
He invited the company's shareholders and other partners over, creating a harmonious and joyful atmosphere.
After making a phone call, Tang Wenshuo frowned unhappily and went back.
Seeing her son's unhappy expression, Song Lan felt a little worried. "What's wrong? What happened? Didn't you say your girlfriend was coming too?"
"She was supposed to come, but somehow something went wrong. She said her car broke down on the way! Her family is coming back from abroad today, so she might have to see them first!"
Song Lan glanced at her son uncertainly, "Is your girlfriend really reliable? Is she really the daughter of the Jia family?"
"Of course! She's very rich, always decked out in designer brands. One of her handbags is enough for me to buy a car. If she marries me, the entire Jia family fortune will be mine!"
"My son is really capable!" Song Lan couldn't help but feel smug when she heard this.
Just a few days ago, she was planning to find a suitable fiancée for her son, but now it seems she doesn't need to worry about that anymore.
Tang Nanquan also scolds her son all day long, saying that her son is useless, but her precious son is much more useful than others!
If you manage to hook up with a rich heiress, you'll have everything you could ever want.
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