The beautiful middle-aged woman, who was looking graceful and was smiling, suddenly screamed and ran frantically towards the only person in the room to scratch.
"You good-for-nothing. See if I don't beat you to death today," the boy didn't dodge and let the woman's sharp claw cut his skin. He stood there with no expression.
"What's the use of having such a vixen face? Why can't you convince your father? Why can't you do anything against your brothers?"
"I gave birth to you in my prime and ruined my life. Now you couldn't even fulfill my one order.
"Bastard, you ruined my life.
I should have listened to my mother and shouldn't have kept you.
Why didn't I strangle you to death!"
The woman scolded with all kinds of ugly words, sweeping away the image of an elegant lady, sitting on the ground like a cursing shrew and continued to swear loudly.
The boy stood there with all his clothes messed up by the woman, his fair cheek has a long bloody nail mark, some blood oozing from it. But the boy remained expressionless as if he had no feeling.
The woman's curse never stopped, like a machine gun, kept bursting out. Finally, the door of the room was pushed open from outside. A gentle-looking man came inside while a very delicate and petite woman came holding the man's arm. Both of them are middle-aged but they did a good job in taking care of their skin. Years had left no trace on them, looking like they are in their 30's.
Another young man also came leisurely and stood behind the man.
Tan Yan looked at the guests and forgot to curse, she stared at the door blankly.
The middle-aged man, Song Chuhan, glanced at the woman sitting on the ground without regarding her image, looked away distastefully. A look of disgust appeared and disappeared quickly.
His eyes fell on the boy not far away, paused a little when he saw the bloody wound on his face but mentioned nothing, instead asked in a heavy tone: "Why have you called us here?" He sounded extremely displeased.
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Song Xinyuan finally had a movement. She walked towards the bag thrown at the floor that was thrown by Tan Yan at the beginning, picked it up, and took out an A4 paper stack. She lowered her eyes and opened her thin lips, her voice was extremely hoarse yet emotionless: "I did a paternity test with you and her. I have no blood relation with any of you."
Everyone in the room was taken aback as soon as those words came out. Initially, Song Xiuchen had a look of enjoying the show but he stood up straight now with a serious look.
Tan Yan was the first to come to her senses and screamed loudly: "YOU WHITE-EYED WOLF! I RAISED YOU FOR MORE THAN TEN YEARS. NOW YOU ARE SAYING NONSENSE."
"HOW DARE YOU DO A PATERNITY TEST SECRETLY! I WILL BEAT YOU TO DEATH!"
She screamed and rushed to beat people but her erratic eyes revealed her fear. This time Song Xinyuan not only dodged but also kicked her to the ground.
Song Chuhan and his family stood there, petrified. They didn't expect the seemingly meek-looking Song Xinyuan to kick Tan Yan.
Song Chuhan stared at the report blankly. He couldn't believe the past and the live sin he used to hate, disgust, is fake. It turned out this boy wasn't his illegitimate child.
Meng Wei's eyes also widened in shock. In all those years, all those actions she did in jealousy turned into a joke. He wasn't from the Song family at all. Song Xiuchen's face also had an unpleasant look as his eyes darkened when he thought about how he would lose the chance to control Song Xinyuan.
Song Xinyuan, the center of the topic, stood there indifferently without an ounce of emotion on her face.
It's cold and blank.
It seems like she was just a bystander of all those incidents. An emotionless bystander!
"From now on I have no relation with Miss Tan or the Song family."