SLAP! Wan Donglin’s face stung instantly. He was stunned.
However, before he could even react, SLAP! Another one landed. The two loud cracks completely dumbfounded him.
The interval between the two slaps was only a few seconds, but because they were so sudden, it felt like an eternity—a shockingly long ti.
Liu Daqing, her formidable presence undiminished by the years, struck with such force that Wan Donglin’s face almost swelled up on the spot.
He took a step back, looking at his mother in disbelief. This was the first ti his mother had ever hit him! No matter how absurd or dissolute he had been in the past, she had never once laid a hand on him.
Liu Daqing, however, was trembling with rage, pointing a finger at him. "You dare to co back? You still have the nerve to show your face?"
"Mom..."
"Outrageous! You beast! Just how outrageous do you intend to be? You’re full of lies and act without any sense of proportion! What on earth are you trying to do?"
Seeing that the old lady was genuinely furious, Yan Xixi was startled too. She even felt a pang of guilt deep down, but how could she dare interrupt at this mont? She just quietly, very quietly, retreated, almost reaching the back of the sofa.
Just then, Wan Donglin’s gaze drifted towards her. How could she dare et his gaze? Keeping her head low, she didn’t dare utter a sound. She was terrified that if Wan Donglin spoke, she wouldn’t be able to salvage the situation today.
But Wan Donglin didn’t say anything. He glanced at her, then looked back at his mother. With one hand in his pocket and a peculiar expression, he looked even more cynical and nonchalant. Seeing him like this, Liu Daqing grew even angrier.
Yan Xixi’s heart, however, leaped into her throat. She stared intently at the hand he had tucked into his pocket—it was his injured right hand. That night, she had threatened him with a fruit knife, intending only to scare him away. However, when he lunged forward, he was stabbed during the struggle. Only afterwards did she realize that his palm had been nearly pierced through, an injury far more severe than her own.
If Liu Daqing discovered her son was injured, and not lightly at that, what would she think? Especially since Yan Xixi herself had inflicted the wound. Suddenly, she recalled this wasn’t the first ti she had stabbed him. Back when she mistakenly thought he was taking her to the Exchange Despair Club, she had tried to escape. He had stopped her, and she had stabbed him then too.
He, on the other hand, had truly never laid a finger on her; instead, she had injured him twice.
How could this debt ever be settled?
If Wan Donglin’s injury were exposed, she would be utterly dood. Liu Daqing might tolerate other won spending a bit of her son’s money; she wouldn’t care much about that. But how could she possibly tolerate another woman injuring her son?
If the truth ca out, Liu Daqing would never again believe a single word Yan Xixi had uttered. She might even be thoroughly repulsed by her.
Even if nine out of ten things she said were true, with only one lie mixed in, deceiving Liu Daqing was like courting disaster!
One had to rember: Wan Donglin was an only son, the pillar of the family. His status was akin to that of a ’Crown Prince.’ Anyone who dared to harm him was essentially courting death, weren’t they?
On such a critical issue, what mother would side with an outsider woman against her own son? Perhaps Liu Daqing would beco vigilant. She might think that if it happened once or twice, it could happen a third ti. Then, she, Yan Xixi, might be branded a dangerous person and could genuinely et Ma Chunhua’s dreadful end.
The more Yan Xixi pondered, the more terrified she beca. She barely dared to breathe. She had devised so many strategies, exhausted all her tricks—would it all be for nothing, yet again?
Truly a case of her own cleverness being her undoing.
She groaned inwardly: Why, oh why did that scoundrel have to return at this exact mont, not sooner, not later?
Just look at him. It would be a miracle if he didn’t expose her.
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