Chapter 87: Trash Deserves the Trash Bin
"This is impossible," the crowd was still discussing how formidable the district police forensic scientists were when a sudden cry once again drew everyone’s attention.
Pei Ye stared at Meng Tian with disbelief, as if he had never known her, his eyes a mix of familiarity and strangeness.
"Meng Tian, how could you possibly be Mr. Meng’s daughter?" Pei Ye ignored the curious gazes of the onlookers and strode towards her.
Ye Yan, fearing he might do something impulsive, was about to shield Meng Tian when she pressed her hand on his shoulder.
She shook her head at her friend and calmly met Pei Ye’s frenzied gaze.
"I know you still love me and don’t want to marry Yaoyao, but you wouldn’t stoop to such despicable means. How did you convince Mr. Meng to pretend to be your father? Yes, you both share the surname Meng..."
A glass of wine was flung in Pei Ye’s face, splashing back the rest of his words.
Meng Tian placed her wine glass on the bar, pulled out a tissue, and wiped her hands, "Pei Ye, you’re truly disgusting. How shameless must you be to think I could still love you? I not only have no love for you, but now, even thinking that I once dated you makes me want to slap myself twice. My dad was right; I should thank you, thank Xia Mengyao. Trash like you belongs in the waste station."
Pei Ye, as if sobered up by the splash of wine, stared with wide eyes, letting the alcohol drip down from his meticulously groomed hair.
"But you always dress so plainly, never set foot in luxury stores, and don’t wear any expensive accessories," Pei Ye tried to find evidence that Meng Tian was not the daughter of the Meng Family.