Translator: Lonelytree Editor: Millman97
“Who gave you permission to touch my precious daughter!”
“Su Zhinian, is this how a man should conduct himself? Did the school not teach you the meaning of respect?”
“Answer me, do you even respect Qingchun?”
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The reporters who captured this scene had already started to write the news articles while sending the images to their colleagues at their respective companies to race for the headline. “Song Empire’s founder, Song Menghwa, lost his temper over his children’s incestuous relationship and openly beat his son.”
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“Su Zhinian, I thought you’re an honourable man. Why didn’t I realize there’s a coward living within you!”
“How can you face your own mother?”
“You dare not admit the pregnancy? Even goes on to suggest an abortion?”
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Wait, what did he just say? The reporters who were taking pictures, recording videos, writing scripts, and even those who were there to advise Song Menghwa… were all stunned once more.
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“The health of the child aside, do you know how harmful to a woman’s body an abortion is?” The more he dwelled on the issue of abortion, the angrier Song Menghwa became. As the staff landed repeatedly on Su Zhinian’s back, Song Menghwa hissed through gritted teeth, “Do you think I raised Qingchun with such love so that you could bully her and trample on her dignity?
“More than that, you’re also planning to bully my grandchild? Going to Shanghai for abortion? Is it because you’re scared that doing it at Beijing will cause me to know and beat you up? I found out already, and you still won’t be able to escape that beating!
“I’m warning you, Su Zhinian, if you dare to harm even a single hair on my grandchild, I’ll beat you to death myself!
“And you dared suggest leaving the city for the abortion, why don’t you go to Mars for the abortion if you’re so damn clever!”
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In his moment of weakness, Su Zhinian loosened his grip on Song Qingchun. The girl escaped from his embrace and ran to block him from further assault from Song Menghwa. “Dad, stop hurting him already. Dad…”
Song Menghwa immediately pulled back the staff that was heading toward Song Qingchun. The staff stopped about ten centimeters away from Song Qingchun’s head.
Song Menghwa tossed his staff aside and rushed down toward Song Qingchun. Just as he was about to pull Song Qingchun, Su Zhinian swallowed the pain radiating through his body to reach out and block Song Menghwa. “Father, vent all your anger on me, don’t hurt Tingting…”
“Shut up! Did I ask you to speak‽” Song Menghwa glared fiendishly at Su Zhinian before turning around to smile as gently, as softly, as concernedly at Song Qingchun as he could, “Qingchun, did I hurt you just now? Are you feeling uncomfortable? I’m sorry if I scared you.”
Su Zhinian, who had been beaten up and scolded, looked at the expression on Song Menghwa that changed as fast as switching channel, and he blinked dumbly. Even Song Qingchun was looking at her own father blankly; she had a hard time following what was happening.
Song Menghwa looked Song Qingchun up and down. After realizing she wasn’t hurt, he sighed in relief and asked with a smile, “Qingchun, are you tired after standing for so long?”
Song Qingchun, who still hadn’t caught up to the situation, shook her head after being stunned for a long time.
“Then, are you thirsty?” Song Menghwa’s smile was as bright as the sun.
