"You’re not wrong." Tang Yue interrupted him, her voice dripping with sarcasm: "Now your career is flourishing, you have a wife, and a pair of children. You’re really a winner in life, aren’t you?"
Every word from Tang Yue, and that mocking tone of hers, felt like needles stabbing into Lian He’s heart.
Lian He looked deeply at Tang Yue; she should have been his daughter, supposed to be closest to her dad. But now, she’s even less than a stranger to him...
"Xiao Yue." Lian He, with trembling hands, took out a bankbook from his pocket and handed it forward, saying, "Xiao Yue, there’s some money in here. Although it can’t make up for the hurt I caused you and your mom in the past, it’s... at least something..."
Slap. Tang Yue casually slapped the bankbook away. She tilted her head up, her voice as cold as ever: "If you think this will ease your guilt, forget it. Just continue with your guilt, since you did what you did, you should bear whatever consequences come, it’s all brought upon by yourself."
Tang Yue walked past Lian He.
Bai Qing hurriedly followed her.
The bankbook, by coincidence, fell right in front of Xiang Yazhi, who was pretending to read the newspaper. Perhaps by chance, the bankbook had flipped open to the page with the figures.
Following the "two" was a long string of zeroes. Xiang Yazhi’s pupils shrank, she stared closely, and the rage in her chest flared up.
To hell with patience, to hell with plotting!
Xiang Yazhi threw aside the newspaper and chased after them, grabbed Tang Yue’s hand, and swung a slap her way.
Tang Yue never expected to be hit by a stranger.
Before Xiang Yazhi could do more, Bai Qing pushed her away firmly.
Without another word, Tang Yue stepped forward, grabbed Xiang Yazhi, and swung two slaps right back at her.
"Are you crazy?" Tang Yue, after slapping, immediately stepped back, looking at this strange woman. Being slapped out of nowhere, she naturally felt upset.
The woman in front of her wore luxurious clothing, clearly well-maintained, visibly accustomed to a life of luxury, but her face had a somewhat sharp, bitter look, and those eyes, filled with jealousy, as if Tang Yue had stolen her husband.
"You little vixen." Xiang Yazhi was furious. How could Lian He simply give this little vixen money from their family? She furiously advanced to hit Tang Yue.
Beside them, Bai Qing, holding onto Xiang Yazhi’s wrist, immobilized her no matter how much Xiang Yazhi struggled.
"Let go!" Xiang Yazhi yelled at Bai Qing, unable to move her hands, she began kicking at Bai Qing.
But who is Bai Qing?
Xiang Yazhi’s kicks didn’t even come close to touching the hem of Bai Qing’s clothes; instead, she just wore herself out.
"Yazhi?" Lian He recognized the woman, surprised, and asked, "What are you doing here?"
"Lian He, who is she? Why would you give her two hundred thousand? Two hundred thousand!" Xiang Yazhi questioned Lian He.

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