940 Heart Hurt So Much It Felt Like It Was Going to Break (1/2)

”You…” Cen Ruo's eyes widened to the size of copper rings. She had done that so secretly, so how did Song Yao come to know about it?

Song Yao sneered. ”When Mr. Fan refused your request, you nearly drowned his son. You then presumptuously said that you could bear another child for him!”

There was panic in Cen Ruo's eyes. ”You're spouting rubbish!”

”Mr. Fan was so terrified of you that he emigrated to another country with his entire family, just so that he could hide from you. But still, you were unwilling to let Mr. Fan off. You sent photos and videos of you and Mr. Fan to his wife, dealing his wife such a blow that she poisoned the entire family's meal. In the end, only the child survived out of that family of three. But that child was made an orphan from then onwards!

”Cen Ruo, having done all of that, what right do you have to call others a slut? I can't hold a candle to you! I bow in defeat!”

Cen Ruo's face turned green one moment and white the next because of what Song Yao said. Like a shrew who couldn't be reasoned with, she exclaimed, ”That's my personal affair! What has it got to do with you! You're the slut! Your entire family is a bunch of sluts!”

Song Yao was neither impatient nor annoyed. ”Then, my personal affair has nothing to do with you either. You have no right to be pointing at my nose and insulting me here! I can't afford the statement about my entire family being sluts. That statement is more appropriate when used on your family!”

”If my daughter has no right to scold you, do I have the right to?” A low female voice could be heard from outside the door.

Song Yao looked up and saw a bejeweled wealthy-looking woman standing outside the door. The way she was staring at Song Yao, it was as if she couldn't wait to tear Song Yao to shreds.

Seeing Song Yao remain silent, the wealthy woman pushed away the servant that was blocking her way at the door and walked into the room. ”Cen Mo ruined our Cen family because of a slut like you?”

Song Yao slightly raised her jaw, not showing cowardice as she looked into the wealthy woman's eyes, which were filled with red blood vessels. There was a hint of disgust and a sardonic grin in her eyes.

”Sir has instructed us not to let you get near Madam…” the servant fearfully said to Cen Mo's adoptive mother.

Cen Mo's adoptive mother, Chu Wenjuan, looked towards the servant, then slapped her across the face so hard that the latter couldn't steady her footing.

”You're revolting!” Chu Wenjuan had been in a high-and-mighty position for so many years, and there was an intimidating aura in the way she spoke. ”I'm Cen Mo's mother, who dares to stop me?”

The servants looked at one another. After listening to what Chu Wenjuan said, it was indeed not a good idea for them to block her way. Chu Wenjuan gently shoved, and the servants gave way…

Chu Wenjuan walked to Song Yao, then pinched Song Yao's jaw. She sized up Song Yao's face as if she were sizing up merchandise. Her red fingernails had already dug into the tender flesh of Song Yao's jaw.

”How much money did you spend on this face? Did you get a nose job? Did you get hyaluronic acid injected into your lips? Where did you get your eyelids done? You chose to give up on your original face, putting it through so many surgeries, and insisted on climbing into a man's bed to sleep with him for money! Tsk tsk tsk… that son of mine has questionable taste. He chose a lousy slut like you over a prim-and-proper rich and influential man's daughter!”

Song Yao felt a sharp pain. She swatted away Chu Wenjuan's hand, a cold look in her eyes. ”I respect you as an elder, but if you continue speaking rudely, don't blame me for not giving you face!”

”I want to see how you're going to not give me face…”