Supreme Heir Son-in-law

Chapter 464: Chapter 464: Argument

Father Wen glanced in the direction of the bedroom, noticing that he had closed the door tightly when he came out. He let out a sigh of relief, handed a few tissues to Wen Yating, and put on a paternal expression as he asked, "Why are you crying now? Who bullied my precious daughter? Tell me, and I’ll stand up for you."

"Who else but that man Zhong Boyu." Wen Yating blew her nose aggressively with the tissue, speaking in a tearful voice.

Hearing Zhong Boyu’s name from Wen Yating’s mouth, Father Wen furrowed his brows, feeling a vague sense of foreboding, but he still tried to ask calmly, "What did he do to make you so upset?"

With reddened eyes, Wen Yating glanced at Father Wen, and then began to recount everything that had happened in the styling room, crying as she spoke, completely oblivious to the increasingly grim look on Father Wen’s face.

"Can you believe he could treat me like this? Dad, we must stop our partnership with Zhong Boyu. I need him to understand our power. If he doesn’t apologize to me and punish those two bitches for me, this matter won’t end. If I can’t control him now, what will happen when I marry him?" Wen Yating slapped the couch emphatically as she spoke.

"Of course, there’s no way we can continue our partnership with Zhong Boyu." Father Wen said through gritted teeth, looking at Wen Yating with a gaze that, for the first time, lacked a father’s warmth.

"That’s right, do it this way. Dad, remember, if Zhong Boyu doesn’t come to apologize and admit his mistake, don’t you dare soften and agree to continue the partnership." Wen Yating clung to Father Wen’s arm coquettishly, but Father Wen shook her off, causing her to fall back onto the sofa.

"Dad?" Wen Yating finally looked at Father Wen directly, seeing his eyes red with rage, veins bulging on his forehead, making her a bit fearful.

"Dad, what’s wrong with you?" Wen Yating asked quietly, tentatively. noveldrama

"You’re asking what’s wrong with me? Why don’t you see what you’ve done! Do you even know how important this business with Zhong Boyu is to our family? With this partnership, the Wen Family could advance further, and now you’ve personally severed this opportunity. Do you know how hard I’ve worked for this path? I’ve drunk myself nearly to death with others just to make this connection, and who knows how much the things I’ve given away are worth. But now you’ve ruined all my efforts with just a few words. I’m not your father; I can’t bear to be your father. You should be my father!"

Father Wen’s finger pointing at Wen Yating trembled uncontrollably, his gaze on her seemed as if he wanted to skin her alive.

"How could I have given birth to such a foolish daughter? I never asked you to help me, I just begged you not to hold me back, alright?" Father Wen tried to endure, but in the end, he found he couldn’t just swallow this incident and pretend like nothing happened, so he shouted at Wen Yating.

"You’re yelling at me? I didn’t know about your work matters. If I’d known how crucial Zhong Boyu is to our family, would I have made a fuss? You tell me nothing and then blame me for causing trouble. How could you be like this!" Wen Yating saw Father Wen’s expression softening slightly, and her previously suppressed anger flared up again.

"Are you blaming me now? My attitude towards Zhong Boyu is clear to anyone with eyes, so why can’t you see it? Have you ever reflected on this?" Father Wen’s anger surged uncontrollably at Wen Yating’s stubborn refusal to repent and her attempt to shift the blame onto him.

"Why didn’t I see it? Isn’t it because you never taught me? If you had taught me, wouldn’t I be able to see? You’ve been like this from the start, never even thinking about teaching me, yet you expect me to be as outstanding as other kids. How is that possible? You’re dreaming." Wen Yating shouted at Father Wen.

Father Wen couldn’t control his anger anymore and slapped Wen Yating across the face. The loud slap sound startled both of them into silence for a moment.

"You hit me; you actually hit me over someone else." Wen Yating, in disbelief, touched her burning cheek, looking at Father Wen with eyes filled with hatred. This sight instantly sent a chill through Father Wen, extinguishing any guilt he might have felt.

"Do you think this is what my mom in heaven would want? Did you forget what you promised her? Aren’t you afraid that when you die and meet her in heaven, you won’t be able to face her?" Having lived with Father Wen for many years, she knew exactly how to stab him where it hurt the most, but she forgot that everyone has their limits.

"Enough, do you even realize how many beatings you’ve dodged and how much work you’ve shirked because of this excuse? You blame me for not teaching you, but why don’t you ask yourself who pushed away every opportunity given to you, who dodged responsibility repeatedly? Who was it?" Father Wen shouted.

Wen Yating looked at Father Wen, who was shouting at her, her eyes full of unfamiliarity and resentment, "All of this is because of you. If you had the resolve to discipline me, everything could have ended differently. Truth be told, you never wanted to teach me in the first place; so stop making excuses for yourself. Don’t you find it disgusting how you’re acting like a hypocrite?"

Father Wen was so enraged by Wen Yating’s words that his lips were trembling, "Is that how you see me? I’ve cherished you for over twenty years only to breed hatred? Even if I had raised a dog for so many years, it would wag its tail at me, but I’ve been blind enough to pamper you like a treasure for all these years. I’m truly blind."

Without warning, Father Wen slapped himself, frightening Wen Yating into trembling. She actually regretted what she had just said but refused to apologize out of pride, merely biting her lip and listening to Father Wen.

Just at that moment, the bedroom door opened suddenly, and a woman dressed provocatively leaned against the door frame. Seeing the father and daughter looking at her, the woman flicked her long curly hair and said, "Sorry, I’m just so thirsty I came out to get some water. Pretend I’m not here and carry on."

The woman, flaunting her plum-colored nails, walked towards the water dispenser.

"Who is this woman?" Wen Yating’s eyes seemed to be on fire as she looked at the woman, as if she would ignite her in an instant. The slight trace of guilt she felt quickly vanished.

Father Wen’s righteous demeanor shifted to awkwardness, and upon hearing Wen Yating’s questioning, his face turned ashen, "That’s my business, not yours to meddle in." Father Wen said stiffly.