Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Wen Xinya and Old Mr. Wen sent the guests off. As they knew that the hosts of the banquet had family matters to attend to, everyone didn’t delay them. People gasped and lamented about this incident in the Wen Family with a tinge of curiosity, so everyone was slightly disappointed.
Very quickly, the guests of the banquet left one after another.
Within the huge manor, only the Wen Family and Xia Ruya remained.
The burning glamor of the living room glimmered coldly. The atmosphere was extremely solemn—like water droplets gathering on the roof which would pierce through stone once it reached a certain volume.
Ning Shuqian sat on the chair dejectedly as she felt the splendor on her head burn her entire body like she was being baked by the sun, each of its rays cutting through her skin like sharp knives, bringing her immense pain.
“Pa!” Old Mr. Wen went through the roof as his huge palm landed ruthlessly on the ebony table beside him. The teacups and plates holding fruits and confectionery instantly jumped and tremors followed.
The loud sound instantly broke the solemn silence in the room. The head in the room seemed to instantly materialize into sharp knives piercing into and making everyone present fearful and as quiet as cicadas in winter.
Ning Shuqian trembled all over. Her sprained back, which had already been numb from the pain, instantly started becoming unbearably achy.
“You vicious wretch, kneel down now!” Old Mr. Wen’s gaze was extremely hazy, the wrinkles all over his face seemed to be filled with anger, and the harshness within him, accumulated from the ruthless victories in the scheming business world, was displayed in its full splendor, making one extremely fearful.
Ning Shuqian’s body went weak and fell from the chair onto the ground, sending yet another wave of unbearable pain to her back, her expressionless face instantly becoming twisted as the pain traveled along her back to her spine, making her tremble incessantly.
Old Mr. Wen looked at Ning Shuqian, his eyes displaying sharpness that almost pierced through one’s heart. “Ning Shuqian, you vicious wretch. Previously, you’d seduced my son while my daughter-in-law, Yunyao, was pregnant, causing him to commit a huge mistake and Yunyao to die from premature labor, and finally caused the Wen Family the tragedy of losing our granddaughter. Now, you actually faked a pregnancy to go against my granddaughter. You’re simply vicious and ruthless.”
The immense pain from her back made Ning Shuqian break in a cold sweat. She looked at her swollen leg and only then remembered that she had also sprained her leg, which made her recall… bone-piercing pain almost made her tear.
Wen Xinya looked at Ning Shuqian sprawled across the floor with coldness in her eyes.
Ning Shuqian should also have a taste of being condemned, cursed, and humiliated by everyone, as well as the extreme helplessness that she felt when she was abandoned by the Wen Family previously.
Old Mr. Wen’s face became increasingly horrid as he gripped his aged hands tightly, causing veins to appear on his arms. “Ning Shuqian, you stirred up storms in the Wen Family using your fake pregnancy and fooled everyone, causing everyone to be manipulated by you like idiots. You’re absolutely crazy.”
Although he had been suspicious previously, it was only when the truth was really uncovered that he knew that his feeling was totally unbearable. The worst thing was that this period of time, Ning Shuqian had used the baby in her womb to cause many troubles in the Wen Family, and he had tolerated it in hopes of her smoothly delivering the bloodline that did not come easy to the Wen Family. He had held high hopes that the Wen Family would have a son—who would have known… in the end, it was but a tactic that Ning Shuqian was using against Xinya.
Only then did Ning Shuqian found her voice. Crawling on the floor, she sobbed in a hoarse and desperate voice. “Father! I’m sorry. I was crazy to do such a treacherous thing. Father… I know my mistake now. Please forgive me!”
Her days were over. Ning Shuqian knew that the Wen Family wouldn’t let her off lightly—especially Old Mr. Wen. At this point, all denial appeared so weak and pointless. She could only cry and beg, hoping that the Wen Family wouldn’t be too heartless towards her.
Old Mr. Wen sneered as his raging emotions gradually froze, becoming devoid of warmth. “There are three ways to be unfilial, and having no sons is the worst. You’ve married into the Wen Family for almost eighteen years and have never borne the Wen Family any children—that’s unfilial. However, the Wen Family didn’t mind and continued to offer you a comfortable and wealthy life. Instead of being grateful, you actually did such an unbearable thing and still dare to beg for my forgiveness.”
Previously, although he disliked Ning Shuqian, he had left her alone as she behaved herself and he couldn’t be bothered with the chaotic relationship between Ning Shuqian and Haowen. However, since the exposure of Ruya not being the Wen Family’s bloodline and the return of Xinya to the Wen Family, Ning Shuqian had started to misbehave.
That was the scary thing about greed—unknowingly, it consumed one’s mind and turned him into the slave driven by greed.
Ning Shuqian bore with the immense pain which filled her body and crawled towards Old Mr. Wen. “Father, I’m sorry. Please forgive me! I’m really sorry. I shouldn’t have faked my pregnancy and cheated your feelings… Father…”
Ning Shuqian felt the pain in her back spread to her limbs. As though her body was being torn apart, the pain sank into her limbs, bones, and blood, making it totally unbearable for her.
Old Mr. Wen stood up slowly and looked down at her from high above, his face filled with harshness. “Since you don’t have the ability to produce any offspring for the Wen Family, I don’t blame you. Even if you deceived me, there’s nothing I can say. However… you should never ever actually find the only descendant of my Wen Family intolerable, always scheming against and trying to harm her.”
She was the only offspring of the Wen Family! Regardless of how useless she was, after his demise, at least there was a continuation of the Wen Family.
“Father… I’m sorry. I won’t do it again. Father… Please forgive me!” Ning Shuqian finally reached Old Mr. Wen’s feet by crawling. Her pale face was filled with cold sweat, her wet and oily hair stuck onto her face, making her look weak and haggard.
The pain penetrated her bones, making her soul tremble. She felt that she didn’t even have the strength to speak, as if she would blank out due to the pain the next second.
Old Mr. Wen’s cloudy eyes were filled with haziness. “Don’t call me Father. To be called Father by a vicious wretch like you only makes me feel humiliated.”
Ning Shuqian’s breathing weakened as she reached out, clung onto Old Mr. Wen’s pants, and cried miserably. “Father, I’m sorry… Father… Don’t do this to me…”
“Scram!” Old Mr. Wen kicked Ning Shuqian away with an emotionless face, unmoved by her pleas and cries.
Ning Shuqian fell hard aside and the immense pain almost tore her body apart. She had never felt such pain before—so boundless as if tormented in hell.
