She Lives without Regret in This Life

Chapter 783: Chapter 819: Your Greatness, My Vulgarity

Su Yun covered her face and sobbed loudly, “It turns out you really don’t love me, you indeed don’t. If you loved me, how could you treat me this way? How could you bear to let me retire early and be ridiculed by others? If you loved me, how could you allow our son to point a gun at me?”

Su Yun’s questioning was met with no response from Meng Xingzhi, who instead called out to the outside, “Assistant, come in!”

“Present!”

“Take the lady back.”

“Yes!” The assistant, looking at the distraught Su Yun, said helplessly, “Lady, please, let me take you back.”

Su Yun finally remembered her own status; although she was no longer the head of Qianjin, she was still the President’s wife. No matter what, she couldn’t disgrace Meng Xingzhi outside; otherwise, the Meng Family would definitely not tolerate her.

“Thank you!” She bowed her head and thanked the assistant, glancing at Meng Xingzhi before following the assistant out.

Throughout this time, Meng Ping kept toying with the gun in his hands. One could say that ever since Sheng Ning left, his heart had gone with her. He used to tolerate Su Yun, at least for the old man’s sake, as long as it was passable.

Now, he felt annoyed at the mere sight of Su Yun. She could thank a mere assistant but couldn’t give her own daughter a smile? The mean things she said blew his mind, truly overturning his worldview.

“Can you put it away now? Or do you still plan to execute your father?” Meng Xingzhi dragged a chair and sat opposite Meng Ping, “If it weren’t for your half-dead look right now, I would have beaten you to the ground, looking for your teeth.”

“So Chairman Meng does have a temper! And here I thought you didn’t,” Meng Ping retorted sarcastically, “As a child, I told you not to marry her. You didn’t listen, and now you regret it, don’t you?”

“You shut your mouth!” Meng Xingzhi’s usual good composure completely fell apart confronting his son, “How dare you point a gun at your own mother? Who gave you the audacity? If this gets out, where am I supposed to put my face, Meng Xingzhi’s face?”

“I dream of Ningning coming to see me, but what happened? I didn’t even get a chance to speak to her before she turned things into this mess! That alone could be forgiven, but then she insults the woman I love in front of me—she’s making an enemy of me. Even if she’s your wife, I will still turn against her without mercy.”

“You little scoundrel, what beloved woman? Dare to say that again,” Meng Xingzhi was nearly infuriated to death.

“I could say it a million times, it wouldn’t change a thing!”

“Shut your mouth! You are forbidden from saying that again. Do you realize the trouble it could cause Sheng Ning if your words were overheard? What do you think Xu Qigang will think when he hears about this? The man is in S country trying to rescue the killer of your brother, and his life is at stake. And here you are, thinking about stealing his woman.”

“Don’t talk about me, wasn’t your wife also taken from Qin Youmin?” Meng Ping, spiteful and unyielding, even to his own father, retorted, “The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.”

“How can what I did compare to what you’re doing?”

Meng Ping saw his old man turning pale with rage and thought it best to let it go; if he really exasperated his grandfather, he’d be killed. “It’s different, you’re noble, I’m despicable.”

“You little mischief-maker! Don’t spout nonsense again, do you hear me?”

“I got it!” Meng Ping played with the weapon in his hand, his eyes drooping with a pain that couldn’t be dispelled. It was the last time, he told himself; he could no longer be capricious or sharp-tongued. Even if not for himself, he must think of the family, and more so for Sheng Ning.