"What right do you have to command around like you’re the lady of the house?" Mrs. Xia sarcastically sneered, holding her bag. "Just because you’ve been with Shaocheng for a while, and you think you are his future wife? Look at what you’re wearing. People might think you just walked out of a mountainous cave, it’s such a disgrace to my Shaocheng!"
Chenxing glanced down at her clothes—an inexpensive blouse and a pair of rubber shoes—, but she didn’t feel ashad. "Mrs. Xia, please mind your language. Correct, I am the lady of this house. So, when you, as a guest, behave rudely, it’s pretty clear who is bringing disgrace."
She languidly seated herself on the sofa. If she rembered it correctly, this woman tended to ignore her own husband, Gu Shaocheng. Shaocheng also seems to dislike talking about the Xia Family, hinting at an estranged relationship. "Butler, serve so tea. Otherwise, people might think we don’t know how to treat guests."
Mrs. Xia was livid when she saw this, steam practically erupting from her ears. Did she just get called a shrew by a little girl? Imdiately, she ordered the butler: "Call Shaocheng out here!"
"The young master is not ho. If you need anything, you can talk to Miss Chen Xing."
"And who exactly is she?"
When Gu Shaocheng walked through the door clutching his car keys, he heard this sentence. His eyes instantly narrowed, turning cold and nacing.
"Indeed, she is not an object, but she is my woman, Gu Shaocheng!" Gu Shaocheng walked to Chenxing in a few big strides, his tall figure overshadowing her. "And who do you think you are? Daring to co into my house and disrespecting my woman!"
"Gu... Shaocheng!"
"Who allowed you to call my na?" His face was flushed and furious as he pointed towards the door. "And who let you in? Get out! You’re not welco here!"
Mrs. Xia was gobsmacked, but she remained calm, voice steady. "I am your mother. Can’t I see my own son?"
"My son?" Gu Shaocheng laughed coldly. What mother abandons her own flesh and blood, instead fussing over another man? And now she has the gall to claim she’s his mother?
Gu Shaocheng’s amber eyes flashed dangerously, sending a chill throughout the room.
Chenxing, stepping into his shadow, couldn’t help but shudder.
So cold...
Gu Shaocheng looked at the stoic Mrs. Xia and his eyes went dark. In the next second, he shot back at her, "Are you worthy?"
His harsh tone turned Chenxing’s stomach, but Mrs. Xia, who claid to be Gu Shaocheng’s mother, remained unperturbed. She suddenly put on a sweet smile and said, "Shaocheng, your mother may have been neglectful these years, but a mother is still a mother, right? Do you rember when you were little, how much you loved nestling in my arms and listening to my lullabies..."
"Get out! Get out of here right now! There’s no son here for you! Get out!" Gu Shaocheng’s face was red with rage as he pointed to the door and roared, "Out! Get out right now!"
Mrs. Xia did not move, so he took matters into his own hands. He grabbed her by the arm and rudely dragged her towards the door.
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