"Bastard!" Yang Xiao’an slamd the bowl of green pepper and scrambled eggs to the ground, looking quite like an angry old master. Then, he pointed at Yang Chuxia, "Since when did our Yang Family give a bastard like you the right to speak? Listen up, you let go of your cousin right now and kneel down to apologize to her. Your cousin will be the mistress of the family in the future, and if you harm a single hair on her head, I’ll have your life!"
Yang Chuxia simply laughed at his sinister and vicious deanor. No wonder he dared to splash hot water on soone at such a young age - a real chip off the old block of Old Lady Hua!
"Bastard?" Yang Chuxia disdainfully glanced at Yang Xiao’an and said, "Do you even know who your own father is? Do you know your original surna? It’s common knowledge in Yangshu Village that my grandfather only had my father and Fourth Uncle as his sons. So who is the real bastard here? Who’s the little bastard?"
Her grip on Yang Lichun only tightened after speaking, causing her face to turn pale with pain.
"With that ugly face of yours, do you really expect to beco a mistress? If you were sent to be a concubine in a wealthy family, they’d probably think you’re not up to their standards." After saying this, she pushed Yang Lichun away with force.
"You slut, how dare you hit ! I’ll fight you for this!" Yang Lichun was furious after being pushed away and hearing Yang Chuxia’s words.
Seeing her about to charge forward, Yang Chuxia brandished the knife in her hand, "Co on then, let’s see who dies faster." On hearing this, Zhao Lichun hesitated and didn’t dare to co any closer.
Yang Xiao’an’s face turned an ashen blue, "Third, this is your precious daughter. Who gave her the guts? As a Cultivated Talent, I’m telling you, don’t think that because you’ve divided the family we can’t interfere with you in the third branch! You’re all so unfilial, choosing to feed a disabled outsider rather than your own parents. We’ve raised this branch of the family for nothing - if only we’d known you were all so ungrateful, we would’ve sold you all off."
What kind of nonsense was he talking? As if the Yang Family’s third branch were livestock that could be sold at will. It seed that in his heart, they should be grateful for not being sold. Most ironically, who should be grateful to whom?
"Yang Family’s Second Uncle!" Yang Chuxia squinted her eyes, about to speak, when Ye Zi’an stepped forward with a cold voice, "As a man of learning, it’s fine to be physically disabled, but being ntally disabled is unacceptable."
"Pfft...." Yang Chuxia almost burst out laughing - Brother An rarely spoke, but when he did, it was indeed earth-shattering.
"Stinky brat, who do you think you are? Who asked for your input in our Yang family’s conversation? Are you asking for a beating?" Yang Xiaochuan scornfully glanced at Ye Zi’an, then fixed his gaze on Yang Dachuan, "Birds of a feather flock together, I guess. Disabled people should stick with their own kind."
Yang Chuxia was furious!
"I’ll ****ing cripple you!" Without noticing, she had made her way in front of Yang Xiao’an. She hopped up and slapped him across the left side of his face, then kicked him in the leg, "Are you ****ing asking for it? And you call yourself a Cultivated Talent? People like you would only bring sha to the title. Just look at your mixed-race appearance, yet you still have the nerve to insult others. No matter what kind of disability a person has, it’s better than your ntal and bloodline disabilities. Do you know what ’blood-disabled’ ans? It refers specifically to your mixed-race blood."
(Recomnded new book by the author: "The Naughty Farr Girl: Honey, Give a Kiss")
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