Yang Zhilin had been dumbstruck while listening to her parents arguing.
What, her mother had an affair? When did that happen?
No, her parents always had such a good public image, famous as a paragon couple far and wide.
"What’s so strange about that?" Yang Baixin coldly spat in response to his daughter’s shocked expression, "Your mother admires a certain Royal Family’s princess and wanted to imitate her, thinking that if I have affairs, she can have hers. But she ended up having it with my subordinate. Typically, as a wife, that’s about all the cleverness she can muster."
Mrs. Yang gasped with an irregular rhythm.
Yang Zhilin looked at her face and noticed it was really awful, which seed to corroborate Yang Baixin’s words weren’t wrong.
Why had it co to this? Yang Zhilin’s hands and feet trembled slightly.
"Our daughter is spoiled because of you," Yang Baixin continued to berate his wife, "If she knew our affairs, she would have shattered her illusions about love long ago. Then she wouldn’t have fallen into soone else’s trap. Now look, she still harbors fantasies, thinking n could truly love her?"
Mrs. Yang suddenly turned around, unable to tolerate it any longer, and confronted her husband, "Are you ever going to stop? Don’t dump your disgraceful secrets onto , trying to claim everyone is as corrupt as you when it is clearly you who caused all this trouble. Want to pretend the world wears the sa dirty feathers?"
"Shall I call that boy toy of yours here to confront this face to face?"
"You think I don’t know what you’ve done? Have you lost your mind? Is this just because I used your savings? The savings for your mistresses, I used them to support our daughter, and that hurts you!"
"Mom, Dad, both of you, please just say less!" Yang Zhilin rushed over and pulled them apart as they were almost coming to blows, "Stop fighting, I am begging you, is it really just about so money?!"
Hearing her daughter ntion "just so money," Mrs. Yang was montarily dazed, sowhat dumbstruck.
Yang Baixin let out a series of cold laughs, almost speechless.
He pointed his finger again at Mrs. Yang’s head: "Just so money? Is that how you taught her? Just so money?"
"Enough!" Mrs. Yang roared back at his pointing finger, "All these years I’ve worked myself to death for you, and you get this angry over a bit of money, dare you say your mistresses haven’t spent your money? How easy do you think it has been for to turn a blind eye all these years?"
"This is all your own fault," Yang Baixin showed no sign of repentance, further blaming his wife, "It’s because you couldn’t bear a son. I need to carry on the family line. Relying on this daughter to find a son-in-law, I doubt it would suffice. Look, until now, she can’t even handle a man."
Yang Zhilin trembled all over.
She felt as if her entire world had suddenly turned upside down.
She was the princess of the Yang Family, the unique princess, always pampered and spoiled, with parents who were a model couple, a happy family of three, always seen by the dia and the entire world as the happiest combination.
But now suddenly, her own parents told her, everything was a lie. The past ho life had been a dream, an impractical dream, a child’s fantasy of a fairy tale. Once the truth was peeled back, it was so ugly, so bloody.
Over a bit of money, her parents had torn each other apart right in front of her.
What? Was money really that important?
Yes, she needed money, but if it ant obtaining Xiao Yebai, she was willing to throw out all the money she had without a second thought.
Yang Baixin looked at his daughter, who maintained a silent deanor until now. It was clear what was on Yang Zhilin’s mind. His brow furrowed again, anticipating a bad premonition.
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