Chapter 114: What Enemy?
"Are you questioning my hearing?"
Qin Wenying narrowed her eyes, staring straight at him. "Or are you questioning my intelligence?"
Faced with her relentless pressure, Zhao Cheng’s smile nearly faltered.
’Damn it—’
He absolutely despised this woman, Qin Wenying.
He forced a smile. "I wasn’t questioning you. I was just trying to placate my sister!"
Qin Wenying sneered. "I had no idea ’placating your sister’ involved blurting out such a vicious scheme. Anyone who didn’t know better would think my sister-in-law dug up your family’s ancestral graves!
To make you all go to such great lengths to deal with a defenseless woman. What, you think she’s an easy target? That you and your sister can just use all your nasty tricks on her?"
Zhao Cheng was infuriated by her words. "Qin Wenying, you’d better watch what you say."
’Is this woman crazy? How can she say something like that about digging up ancestral graves?’
The members of the Zhao family were all furious.
"Wen Ying, how could you say such a thing?"
Qin Wenying glanced up, then met their gaze directly.
"And why can’t I, Mrs. Zhao? Your son just threatened to destroy my sister-in-law’s university acceptance letter, and you—his own mother—showed no intention of stopping him. What, is that what you all want to do?"
Mrs. Zhao’s expression was grim.
"—You heard wrong." She flatly denied that her son had said any such thing.
"Heh. Mrs. Zhao, do you really think I’d come all the way to your house just to mishear something? In any case, I’m making myself clear right now—if anyone from the Zhao family dares to cause trouble for my sister-in-law again, or uses any more dirty tricks against her, don’t blame me for what happens next."
She turned, her gaze falling coldly on Zhao Sisi. Her voice was calmer than ever. "Zhao Sisi, you’d better remember what I said. Otherwise... you know what I’m capable of."
Then she turned to Mr. Zhao. "Uncle Zhao, you should keep your family in line. People need to show some restraint, or they’ll end up hurting others and themselves."
"My apologies, Uncle Zhao. I’ve always been blunt. I hope you’ll forgive me."
After saying her piece, she didn’t spare anyone else a glance and turned to leave.
Her departure was swift and clean.
The moment she left, the faces of the Zhao family darkened. ’Qin Wenying is just too arrogant.’
Mrs. Zhao was seething with uncontrollable anger. "A fine daughter the Qin family has raised! So arrogant, coming to my home to throw her weight around."
Mr. Zhao’s face was as black as the bottom of a wok.
"Enough, shut up! And all of you, keep it down for a while."
Zhao Cheng didn’t dare to say a word.
He knew his father was angry.
’Then again, it was only natural for him to be angry—being cursed out by a junior right to his face. It would be strange if he *wasn’t* angry.’
"So my daughter just got beaten for nothing?" Mrs. Zhao asked, unwilling to accept it.
Zhao Sisi also looked at her father in disbelief. ’Is he telling me to just let it go?’
’He’s not even going to stand up for me?’
Mr. Zhao looked at the mother-daughter pair, his expression dark. "The three of you couldn’t even handle one person. What was the point of going to their door to cause trouble? Making a scene time and again—aren’t you embarrassed?"
"Either crush them completely, or just drop it."
Leaving them with that, he walked straight out.
At that moment, his eyes were sinister.
’A junior had dared to curse him to his face. How could he possibly swallow such an insult?’
’The Qin family... Sooner or later...’
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Fu Mingxue knew nothing of all this.
She returned home.
Mrs. Fu looked at her, about to ask about the editor.
But her sharp eyes immediately spotted a few bloodstains on her daughter’s right sleeve.
"Where did this blood come from? Did you fall? Is your hand hurt?"
Fu Mingxue hadn’t wanted to mention Zhao Sisi, to keep her mother from getting angry and worried.
’But on second thought,’ she mused, ’Zhao Sisi and the rest of the Zhao family don’t seem like the type to just let things go after taking a loss.’
’It would be better to give her mom a heads-up.’
"Mom, I ran into an enemy. I slapped her—that’s probably where the blood came from."