Wen Guofeng sneered, "Do I have to beg and supplicate for you to return to the Wen family?"
"Hey, Uncle, can your violent methods be called pleading?" Chi Xingye lifted her gaze sideways and sarcastically remember him, "Even if you actually begged me, it would be like a weasel greeting a chicken at New Year - no good intentions! Don't think I don't know you're playing games, I won't sacrifice my happiness to be a pawn in a business alliance for you!"
Wen Guofeng clenched his fists with fury, the veins on his forehead threatening to burst.
Zhao Meiru, standing beside him, gently tugged at his sleeve, signaling him to keep his cool.
Then she turned her head and with a benevolent smile, tried to defuse the situation, "Xingye, don't think so poorly of your father. He's inviting you to live at home because he feels guilt from not taking care of you for so many years. He wants to bring you back and provide the best material life he can..."
