The next moment, there was a resounding smack.
Yun Qing lifted his right arm, delivering a slap on Yun Yiqun's left cheek.
She was forced to step back twice, her left cheek immediately flushing. When her foot finally found grip, the ringing in her ears didn't stop.
"Don't you dare insult her any further." Yun Qing inwardly recognized the truth: he had left Deng Jiaru to live like a widow all these years, yet no other men ever approached her. "Otherwise, it won't end well for you."
"You dare to hit me?" The ringing in Yun Yiqun's ears persisted as she nursed her burning cheek, looking at Yun Qing disbelief. "Was I wrong? Deng Jiaru is shameless. She married into the Yun family by any means necessary because she coveted your reputation. Maybe the Yun family's bankruptcy was a plot arranged by the Deng family. And then she entered your life 'to save the day', trying to seduce you and even resorted to targeting the old man."
"Shut up." Yun Qing roared.
