Fang Yan Huan, seeing the shrew with no trace of a lady's demeanor charging at her, pushed her away without mercy, then pinned her down and slapped her, "Zhou Wen Jing, don't forget, I'm the one supporting you now. If I give you a little kindness, you really think you're something?"
"Fang Yan Huan." Zhou Wen Jing, her hair a mess, stared in shock at the person on top of her, "I am your mother, how dare you hit your mother? Aren't you afraid of divine retribution?"
"Divine retribution?" Fang Yan Huan's face was filled with coldness and mockery, "Shouldn't it be you who deserves divine retribution? If you hadn't been so corrupt, how would I have ended up like this?"
"And speaking of which, you're also pathetic." Fang Yan Huan grabbed Zhou Wen Jing's chin with one hand and gently caressed her face with the other, "Tell me, why did your man run away in disgust after just one glance at you here?"
"You're spouting nonsense, Fang Yuan is out on business, earning money."
"Yes, that reminds me." Upon hearing this, Fang Yan Huan could no longer control the anger deep within her heart, and delivered several heavy slaps to Zhou Wen Jing, "If it wasn't for you, you brainless fool, telling Fang Yuan that I still had money, how could he have stolen my money?"
"Yan, Yan Huan, don't do this, I'm your mother." Zhou Wen Jing, seeing Fang Yan Huan's near-maniacal state, ignored the pain in her cheeks and struggled to retreat, "You can't do this to me."
"What am I doing to you?" Fang Yan Huan chuckled lightly, "If it weren't for you, how would I have become so pathetic? If it weren't for you, how would I..."
"Yan, Yan Huan, it's all my fault." Zhou Wen Jing, afraid Fang Yan Huan might do something to her next, quickly said, "How about this, I'll go find Fang Yuan, have him return the money to us, and then we can go back to our country and live our lives quietly when no one is paying attention, okay?"
Fang Yan Huan spat, "Setting aside whether Fang Yuan will give us the money, even if we get it, do you think with Wen Zhi Yan's capabilities, we can really return to our country safely? And even if we do, how will we live afterward?"
She had seen it clearly. Wen Zhi Yan had done this intentionally, giving her a million dollars to send her to an unfamiliar foreign country, then sending Zhou Wen Jing over, and when her life still wasn't miserable enough, arranging for Fang Yuan, who was in prison, to be by her side.
At first, she didn't feel anything, after all, the money was in her hands, and Fang Yuan and Zhou Wen Jing, who had been arrogant towards her, now had to fawn over her.
But she never expected that the old ginger would be spicier. Fang Yuan had colluded with Zhou Wen Jing, and the two of them had conspired to steal her card and then vanished without a trace.
"Yan, Yan Huan, the heavens never close all doors. We have to believe in your father, don't we? He'll definitely make a comeback, and then we'll return that money to you, and you'll still be our most beloved precious daughter."
Hearing this, Fang Yan Huan's eyes widened, and she could no longer hold back, grabbing Zhou Wen Jing's neck.
Just then.
A voice came from the television.
"The winner of the 23rd Golden Palm Award for Best Supporting Actress is Fang Miao Miao."
Fang Miao Miao.
Fang Miao Miao.
Why, was this name inseparable from her life?
It was truly a nauseating name.
Why didn't she just die?
She was a good-for-nothing, so why did she get so much honor, so much adoration?
Why?
Why?
Go die.
"Yan Huan." Zhou Wen Jing pounded Fang Yan Huan's hands with all her might, hoping she would let go.
"Help, Yan Huan, wake up, I, I'm your mother."
Zhou Wen Jing's eyes were red, her body struggling with all its might.
Fang Yan Huan let out a bloodthirsty smile, "Fang Miao Miao, go die, hurry up and die."
Perhaps as long as Fang Miao Miao was dead, those honors and affections would be hers.
Those things were hers, Fang Yan Huan's, no one could take them away.
"Go die." Fang Yan Huan, as if insensible to Zhou Wen Jing's struggles, her hands around Zhou Wen Jing's neck beginning to bulge with veins.
The struggles from the person beneath her gradually lessened, until there was almost no response.
Fang Yan Huan froze, screaming as she scrambled off Zhou Wen Jing.
She, killed someone?
Fang Yan Huan stared in disbelief at the corpse lying not far away, her eyes wide open, staring fixedly at her, and screamed again, smashing the television on the table to the ground.
"Don't look at me like that, close your eyes."
"It's you, you deserved it. You forced my hand. If you and Fang Yuan hadn't stolen my money, how could I have disliked you, even hated you?"
"If you had been more careful back then, you would have realized Fang Miao Miao wasn't your child. If you had come to find me earlier, I wouldn't have been bullied."
"It's you, Zhou Wen Jing, how can you have no maternal instincts at all?" Fang Yan Huan sat on the ground, powerless, sobbing, "Why didn't you come find me sooner, why!"
Why did she have to be bullied by those people?
She hated Fang Miao Miao, hated Wen Zhi Yan, hated Fang Yuan, hated Zhou Wen Jing.
These people deserved to die.
So, mother, please don't blame me.
Fang Yan Huan smiled and walked over to Zhou Wen Jing, burrowing into her embrace like a child, lifting her hands to hug her own waist, and affectionately calling out, "Mom."
"Next life, don't choose me as your daughter, I don't want to be your daughter at all."
"Ah!" Fang Yuan looked at the scene before him, terrified, and sat down on the ground, "Killed, killed someone."
Fang Yan Huan, displeased, poked her head out of Zhou Wen Jing's embrace.
Upon seeing Fang Yuan slumped on the ground, a hint of interest appeared in her eyes, "Dad's back."
"Fang Yan Huan, do you know what you're doing?"
Fang Yan Huan looked at Fang Yuan in confusion, "What's wrong? Mom and I are sleeping on the ground together."
"Sleeping?" Fang Yuan was astonished.
From his position at the door, and with the dim light in the room, he couldn't see Zhou Wen Jing's movements clearly, only that she was lying motionless on the ground.
"Yes." Fang Yan Huan nodded obediently, straightening up from Zhou Wen Jing's embrace, not forgetting to tidy Zhou Wen Jing's clothes, "Dad, you're finally back. Did you earn any money?"
Hearing this, Fang Yuan's expression turned a little ugly, "You child, why are you like your mother, always asking me for money? Don't you know that your dad works very hard outside?"
"So that's how it is." Fang Yan Huan nodded thoughtfully, "Dad has worked hard. Dad, come in and rest. I'll make you dinner."
Fang Yuan was initially skeptical, but seeing her genuinely go into the kitchen, the suspicion in his heart vanished.
Besides, he thought to himself, as a man, even if something really happened, could he not subdue a woman?