Qin Hong had lived for half a lifetime and weathered every kind of storm. She frequently threw tantrums and made scenes; who, on either side of the law, wasn't at least a little afraid of her?
Yet she had never imagined that her own son would slap her across the face in front of everyone.
She covered her swollen, reddened cheek, shocked and furious. "Zhong Fanrui, are you possessed? How dare you lay a hand on me!"
Possessed?
That word made Jian Ran's eyes light up. He shifted slightly aside, leaving the floor to the mother and son.
He had only just stepped back when he felt himself bump into someone's chest. Instinctively, he looked back and saw Lu Yanting, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, apparently settling in to watch the show too.
"Mom, this is a hospital. Let's talk when we get home." His face dark, Zhong Fanrui reached out to pull Qin Hong away, but she dodged him.
"So you still know I'm your mother?" Without hesitation, Qin Hong swung her arm and aimed a slap at Zhong Fanrui's face.
To her surprise, she hit nothing but air.
Zhong Fanrui seemed to have anticipated her move and stepped aside beforehand, leaving Qin Hong off balance and nearly sending her sprawling.
"Hong, don't make things difficult for the boy," a weak voice came from the hospital bed. "You saved us back then, and we're endlessly grateful."
"If Jian Ran or Jian Dan has done anything wrong, just tell us. As your juniors, they'll be sure to change."
Qin Hong steadied herself, raised a hand to smooth the stray hairs on her forehead, and sneered. "That's exactly why I came! Tell them to give up all those rich young masters they've seduced."
"Then we'll call it even, and