"Bastard!" Yang Xiaoâan slammed 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, Iâll have your life!"
Yang Chuxia simply laughed at his sinister and vicious demeanor. No wonder he dared to splash hot water on someone at such a young age - a real chip off the old block of Old Lady Hua!
"Bastard?" Yang Chuxia disdainfully glanced at Yang Xiaoâan and said, "Do you even know who your own father is? Do you know your original surname? Itâs 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? Whoâs 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 become a mistress? If you were sent to be a concubine in a wealthy family, theyâd probably think youâre not up to their standards." After saying this, she pushed Yang Lichun away with force.
"You slut, how dare you hit me! Iâll fight you for this!" Yang Lichun was furious after being pushed away and hearing Yang Chuxiaâs words.
Seeing her about to charge forward, Yang Chuxia brandished the knife in her hand, "Come on then, letâs see who dies faster." On hearing this, Zhao Lichun hesitated and didnât dare to come any closer.
Yang Xiaoâanâs face turned an ashen blue, "Third, this is your precious daughter. Who gave her the guts? As a Cultivated Talent, Iâm telling you, donât think that because youâve divided the family we canât interfere with you in the third branch! Youâre all so unfilial, choosing to feed a disabled outsider rather than your own parents. Weâve raised this branch of the family for nothing - if only weâd known you were all so ungrateful, we wouldâve sold you all off."
What kind of nonsense was he talking? As if the Yang Familyâs third branch were livestock that could be sold at will. It seemed that in his heart, they should be grateful for not being sold. Most ironically, who should be grateful to whom?
"Yang Familyâs Second Uncle!" Yang Chuxia squinted her eyes, about to speak, when Ye Ziâan stepped forward with a cold voice, "As a man of learning, itâs fine to be physically disabled, but being mentally 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 familyâs conversation? Are you asking for a beating?" Yang Xiaochuan scornfully glanced at Ye Ziâan, 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!
"Iâll ****ing cripple you!" Without noticing, she had made her way in front of Yang Xiaoâan. 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 shame 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, itâs better than your mental and bloodline disabilities. Do you know what âblood-disabledâ means? It refers specifically to your mixed-race blood."
(Recommended new book by the author: "The Naughty Farmer Girl: Honey, Give Me a Kiss")