Chapter 1197 - 1196: Damn It
Her most beloved and guilt-ridden eldest son, and her most, most excruciatingly painful youngest son had both been exploited by this unpresentable rural brat.
How could this not infuriate her?
It was utterly detestable!
Upon seeing Tang Qian’s expression, Wei An knew he had finally achieved his aim today. After all was said and done, this was his real purpose. Regardless of whether Jiang Yang resembled Wei Qin as a child, he would never allow him the opportunity to replace himself.
Tang Qian, driven by rage, stepped forward suddenly and raised her hand to slap Jiang Yang’s delicate, fair face. Fu Xinwu, seeing something was amiss, immediately attempted to intervene but unexpectedly tripped over someone, and, unprepared, fell directly to the ground.
At the moment she hit the ground, a crisp slap resonated through the air.
Fu Xinwu’s eyes reddened with anger, and tears uncontrollably welled up in her eyes. The courtyard fell into an eerie silence, Jiang Yang’s left cheek swelling visibly at a rapid rate,
revealing a distinct handprint.
Wei An watched Jiang Yang’s disheveled and miserable state, his lips curling into a cold, barely noticeable sneer and scoff. Yet before he could retract the smile on his lips, he met Jiang Yang’s icy gaze.
Two young men of the same age, yet the looks they exchanged sparked both animosity and murderous intent.
Jiang Yang, still in the silent demeanor of just moments before, seemed as if nothing around him could affect him at all—the burning pain on his face merely an illusion. He stood in place, casting a cold gaze at Wei An, his eyes filled with haughtiness and scorn,