Yang Xiong sat over there, looking at his son, feeling a wave of disappointment in his heart. This son! He has no ideas of his own at all; listens to whoever speaks and leans towards whoever he listens to. He has no sense of right and wrong, doesn’t know how to fight for things, and doesn’t understand how to balance family relationships.
No wonder after so many years in the military, he only reached such a position.
The Yang Family is destined to be just like this, I suppose.
A wave of bleakness swept over his heart—it’s all his own fault. He rarely paid attention to the family, giving his granddaughter whatever she wanted, resulting in what she has become.
He said coldly, "Everyone sit down and eat properly. From now on, whoever makes a fuss, just get out. This is my house. Who dares to act high and mighty here besides me? Really have the nerve! I’ve been too polite to you all, spoiling you so much that you don’t know your own limits!"
After saying this, he looked coldly at Yang Yun, thinking that if she weren’t a girl, he would have kicked her out long ago.
Yang Yun felt her face burning, knowing she was being blatantly scolded. She bit her lip and kept her head down.
Yang Dongfeng couldn’t help but say, "Dad, Yun’er is still young..."
"Young? She’s over twenty, about to get married and become a mother, and does this kind of thing, embarrassing! Even ignorant kids won’t drive away their own sisters! Her studies are worth nothing, and she boasts like she’s twice as good as she is. Besides shopping, spending money, and showing off, what else can she do? Who do you think would want to marry such a woman? Yang Yun, when will you ever grow up? Can you let your grandpa worry a little less?"
Yang Yu started crying aggrievedly, "Grandpa, I didn’t do anything! Why are you saying this to me?"
"Dad, Yun’er is your granddaughter, you’re being too harsh." Yang Dongfeng retorted softly.
"Fine, you think I’m wrong? Fine, from now on, I won’t care about you, do as you please." Yang Xiong suppressed his anger, waved his hand, looking utterly exhausted.
"Grandpa..." Yang Zhen said, "It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have quarreled with Yun’er."
"You’re not wrong. You are my granddaughter; in my eyes, you and Yang Yun are the same. Here, I will prepare a room for you, and you will stay here. Let’s see who dares to say a word?"
"No need, Grandpa."
"What? My word doesn’t count?" Yang Xiong said coldly, "You just stay here!"
Yang Zhen bit her lip and said nothing.
Yang Yun was anxious to say something but thought of the previous events and refrained from speech.
"Eat!" Yang Xiong picked up his chopsticks again, and the others, not daring to say more, began to eat.
Yang Zhen felt very uncomfortable, counting rice grains with her head down, while Yang Yun harbored resentment, her nails digging into her flesh. Damn you, Yang Zhen, you actually tricked our grandpa into talking to you? I’ll let you go for now, but tomorrow I’ll settle this with you!
Yang Dongfeng felt bouts of tension; he knew his father’s temper well. He doesn’t get angry easily, but when he does, it’s not an easy matter to resolve.
Just then, Sun Chan and Zhao Jieyun came over together, with Zhao Jieyun bringing a freshly cooked dish of shrimp. Seeing the unusual peace and seeing the injury on Yang Dongfeng’s face, she immediately deduced he had been beaten but could only pretend not to know.
Yang Xiong smiled, "It smells great; it’s my wife’s skill."
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