Weilan was thrown out of the house by her own son, her hair disheveled, her forehead smeared with blood, standing there listening to her son's mockery.
Her face twisted in anger, she pointed at Lu Heyan and roared, "Lu Heyan, have you lost your mind? I'm your mother, even if I did something with your father, I've never wronged you. How can you treat me like this?"
"I haven't wronged you?" Lu Heyan sneered, "You are so shameless. You cuckolded Dad, you brought shame to each one of us, you gave my favorite woman to my elder brother's memorial tablet. And you tell me you haven't wronged me?"
"You, you resent me?" Qin Meifen said in astonishment.
Heyan's eyes were bloodshot, filled with pity and devoid of all hope, a desolate wasteland, "Resent you? I'm far beyond resenting you; I'm disgusted by you now."
"You—"
"You challenged a man's dignity, you trampled on the dignity of the entire Lu Family." Lu Heyan turned and walked towards the Lu Family house.
