Chapter 114: What Grudge?

“You’re questioning my hearing?”

Qin Wenying narrowed her eyes and stared straight at him. “Or are you questioning my intelligence?”

Faced with her relentless pressure, Zhao Cheng’s smile almost slipped.

Damn it—

The person he hated most in the world was this woman, Qin Wenying.

He forced a fake smile. “No, no, I’m not questioning anything. I was just coaxing my little sister!”

Qin Wenying sneered. “Oh? I didn’t know coaxing your sister involved coming up with such nasty schemes. Anyone who didn’t know better would think my family had dug up your ancestors’ graves!

Why are you all going to such lengths to deal with a defenseless girl? What, do you think she’s easy to bully? Is that why you and your sister keep plotting against her?”

Zhao Cheng was infuriated by her words. “Qin Wenying, watch your mouth.”

Is this woman insane? How could she say something like ‘dig up your ancestors’ graves’?

The Zhao family was fuming.

“Wenying, how could you say something like that?”

Qin Wenying lifted her eyelids and looked straight at them.

“Auntie, why can’t I say that? Your son just said out loud that he wanted to destroy my sister-in-law’s university admission letter, and you, as his mother, didn’t even try to stop him. What, do you all want to go along with this?”

Mrs. Zhao’s face turned dark.

“—You misheard.” She flatly refused to admit her son had said that.

“Heh, Auntie, do you think I’d come all the way to your house just to mishear something like that? Anyway, let me make myself clear—if anyone from your Zhao family dares to mess with my sister-in-law again, if you use any more dirty tricks against her, don’t blame me for not showing mercy.”

She turned her cold gaze to Zhao Sisi, her voice calm as never before. “Zhao Sisi, you’d better remember what I said. Otherwise—you know what I’m capable of.”

Then she looked at Mr. Zhao. “Uncle Zhao, you’d better keep your family in line! People need to have some self-restraint, or else they’ll only end up hurting themselves and others.”

“Sorry, I’ve always been straightforward. I hope you won’t take offense, Uncle Zhao.”

With that, she didn’t spare anyone another glance and turned to leave.

She left cleanly and decisively.

As soon as she was gone, the Zhao family’s faces darkened—Qin Wenying was just too arrogant.

Mrs. Zhao was furious. “What a fine daughter the Qin family raised! How dare she come to our house and throw her weight around!”

Mr. Zhao’s face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

“Enough. Shut up! And you all better keep quiet from now on.”

Zhao Cheng didn’t dare say a word.

He knew his father was angry.

But honestly, who wouldn’t be—being scolded to your face by a junior? How could anyone not be mad?

“So my daughter just gets beaten up for nothing?” Mrs. Zhao was unwilling to let it go.

Zhao Sisi also looked at her father in disbelief—was he just going to let this slide? Wasn’t he going to stand up for her?

Mr. Zhao looked at the mother and daughter, his face dark. “Three of you couldn’t handle one, and you still have the nerve to make a scene? Aren’t you ashamed?

Either deal with her once and for all, or just drop it.”

With that, he stormed out.

At that moment, his gaze was cold and sinister.

A junior dared to scold him to his face—how could he swallow that insult?

The Qin family—one day, sooner or later...

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Fu Mingxue knew nothing of all this.

She went home.

Her mother looked at her, wanting to ask about the editor, but then she noticed the bloodstain on her daughter’s right sleeve.

“Where did that blood come from? Did you fall? Did you hurt your hand?”

Fu Mingxue hadn’t planned to mention Zhao Sisi, not wanting to make her mother angry or worried.

But then she thought—Zhao Sisi and the Zhao family didn’t seem like the type to let things go after suffering a loss.

She’d better warn her mom to be careful.

“Mom, I ran into an enemy and slapped her—maybe that’s how I got blood on me.”"