Mu Yan’s hand paused as she picked up a dish, and she looked up at Zhuang Shaoyang, "I told you, I’m not your daughter, you’ve got the wrong person."
Zhuang Shaoyang said softly, "I know you bla , it’s Dad’s fault, making you suffer so much. As long as you co ho with Dad, I’ll make it up to you."
"Make it up?" Mu Yan looked up at him, her lips curling slightly, "With what will you make it up to ?"
"I..."
"Money, status?" Mu Yan interrupted him, a sarcastic look on her face, "Or are you going to give a cheap mom?"
Zhuang Shaoyang hurriedly explained, "Nuannuan, that’s not what I ant."
Zhuang Yi, however, exclaid excitedly, "Nuannuan, I knew you didn’t lose your mory."
"mory loss?" Mu Yan looked at them with a faint smile, "The fact that he kept a mistress, deceived my mom, and drove us out of the house is sothing I’ll never forget in my life!"
Zhuang Shaoyang looked at Mu Yan as if he had been struck, stunned.
How could she know about the feud between him and her mom at such a young age?
Could it have been Ah Ning who told her?
He quickly said, "It’s not like that, Nuannuan, listen to Dad’s explanation."
"If you really want to explain, explain it to my mom, but I think she can’t hear it anymore." Mu Yan sneered.
ntioning Ah Ning made Zhuang Shaoyang think of the news he heard today, which he still didn’t want to believe.
He tentatively asked, "Where is your mom now?"
"I thought you wouldn’t ask about her." Mu Yan looked at him sarcastically, "While you were happily holding another woman, she took with her, enduring hardships everywhere. Now, she’s finally free, which is good, so she doesn’t have to see your disgusting face anymore."
"Nuannuan, how can you talk to your dad like that!" Zhuang Yi snapped coldly.
Jiang Jingheng glanced at Zhuang Yi, a flash of cold light in his eyes.
"Do I need to invite you out?"
Zhuang Yi looked at Jiang Jingheng, frowning slightly, but said nothing more.
Zhuang Shaoyang clenched his fists, looking at Mu Yan, and asked tremulously, "Nuannuan, is it true that your mom has passed away?"
"Yes, five years ago, my mom passed away." Mu Yan smiled slightly, "What, do you want to say you regret it now, that you shouldn’t have taken a mistress? Don’t, you and that woman are quite a match."
Zhuang Shaoyang had never been humiliated like this, especially by his own daughter, but he couldn’t co up with a word to refute her.
His mind was filled with the news of Ah Ning’s death, making him dizzy and disoriented.
Suddenly, he swayed backward, fortunately, Zhuang Yi was quick, supporting him.
"Don’t pretend to be affectionate in front of , it makes sick to my stomach." Mu Yan sneered.
Zhuang Shaoyang looked at his daughter who resembled his ex-wife, montarily confused, suddenly shaking off Zhuang Yi’s hand, and walked toward the exit.
Zhuang Yi watched his uncle leave in despair, a bit worried.
He turned back to look at Mu Yan, gritting his teeth, "Zhuang Xiangnuan, that’s your father who gave you life and raised you, how can you talk to him like that?"
"He indeed contributed a sperm to give life, but it was my mom who raised , not him. Do you think I want to be his daughter?"
Mu Yan raised her hand, pointing at her head, and gritted her teeth, "The doctor said I have autism and lost part of my mory, but there’s one thing I rember very clearly, and that’s him hugging another woman, arrogantly telling and my mom to get lost!"
Zhuang Yi’s expression changed slightly, as if rembering sothing, he explained, "Nuannuan, it wasn’t like that, Second Uncle, he loves you!"
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