Sun Meifang's face was ashen.
But she didn't chase her daughter.
Instead, she sobbed twice, crying softly and weakly, "Yutang... Your sister is young and ignorant, and she speaks irritably. I will apologize for her. You usually beat her, scold her, and bully her at home, and we both mother and daughter admit it. But in public, can't you save some face for your father? Even if you look down on me as an elder, and you are used to bullying your own sister, you still have to take your father's face into consideration..."
Song Yutang said nothing.
He just looked at her condescendingly, his eyes as cold as the frost of the twelfth lunar month.
Sun Meifang was so shocked by that look.
But the play has already reached this point, so why give up halfway?
She simply got worse, clutching her chest and slumped on the ground, crying until her shoulders twitched, "I know that I am of low status and not worthy of being your elder... But I have no credit for the Song Family, but I still have hard work... Even if you look down on me, don't do it in front of so many people..."
She covered her face with a handkerchief and cried heartbrokenly.
The guests who were leaving were attracted and gathered around in twos and threes, whispering and pointing.
Sun Meifang lowered his head and raised his lips slightly under the handkerchief.
She's best at this.
Pretend to be weak, act pitiful, and show weakness to gain sympathy.
In just a few words, he put himself in the position of the victim, making everyone think that Song Yutang was bullying others.
But Song Yutang still didn't speak.
The condescending gaze carries a bit of leisurely amusement.
The discussions among the surrounding ladies and ladies gradually started to sound--
"I've seen many ways of retreating in order to advance. But it's really rare for someone to make such a blatant accusation and pretend to be pitiful. At this level, you still want to use us as a weapon? It's embarrassing."
"She looks like a mistress. Which well-educated and serious lady would have this kind of virtue?"
"Don't you know? Not only is it a mistress, but I used to wash people's feet in a massage parlor..."
The whispers became louder and louder, flooding into Sun Meifang's ears like a tide.
She froze.
The tears on my face were not dry yet, and the cry was still stuck in my throat, but I couldn't cry a word.
What?
What are they talking about?
Sun Meifang raised his head suddenly and met with disdainful glances--
No sympathy, no pity.
There is only unabashed ridicule and contempt.
Her habit of pretending to be pitiful, weak, and morally kidnapped actually...
Invalid?
Song Jianye's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot.
He took a step forward, his voice deliberately lowered and full of anger. "Isn't that embarrassing enough? Get up and get back."
Sun Meifang has never suffered such a loss.
Looking at Song Mingzhe with tears in her eyes, she stretched out her hand to pull his sleeve. "Mingzhe... please help mom say something..."
Song Mingzhe Before he could speak, the eyes of the ladies and ladies around him all fell on him.
"Oh... turns out she gave birth to a son? No wonder such a thing can reach the top."
"Oh, I remembered, isn't this Song Mingzhe? I have seen his photo in Moments, and he is a friend of my son's friend."
"What's wrong?"
"No wonder my son suddenly started going to nightclubs, racing cars, and getting into fights during this period. It turns out he got involved with this kind of person."
There was a gasp of air all around.
"Oh my God, is it so serious? My second son runs to your house during the holidays. I have to go back and remind him to stay away from a bastard raised by a foot-washing maid."
"What a sin. My daughter and your son are classmates. As for boys, it's okay to go racing in nightclubs. But my daughter was raised by our family since she was a child. In the future, my daughter will marry a well-matched and upright young master. She must not be allowed to come into contact with such a dirty bastard..."
Every word was like a knife, piercing Song Mingzhe's ears with precision.
His face turned green and white, his fingertips were trembling, and his whole body seemed to be roasted on a fire.
Sun Meifang was still crying and pulling his sleeves, "Mingzhe..."
Song Mingzhe slammed her hand away and said in a strong voice, "Auntie Sun. After all, I am the biological child of my father's first wife, and I am... not very familiar with you. It is not convenient for me to get involved in your affairs with my father."
After saying that, he took a step back and distanced himself from Sun Meifang.
Sun Meifang It felt like someone had punched me in the chest, and I was completely stunned.
Her lips trembled and she wanted to say something, but she found that the disdainful eyes around her had moved away from Song Mingzhe and fell back on her:
"Listen, her son from her first wife doesn't recognize her."
"What's the use of raising such a big child for free?"
"Tsk, tsk, now I am really no longer human inside and out..."
Sun Meifang's face was burning, as if he had been slapped countless times.
She couldn't stay any longer.
Covering his face, he staggered up and rushed out of the lobby.
The moment she ran out, she looked back at Song Mingzhe, with a trace of resentment flashing in her eyes.
White-eyed wolf.
Sure enough, he is a white-eyed wolf.
If someone just made some random remarks, he would disown her in public.
How much thought had she put into him over the years?
What's the result?
Raise an unfamiliar white-eyed wolf.
Fortunately, she has never given up her efforts to have a son all these years.
As long as I give birth to a son, this white-eyed wolf can disappear completely...
Song Yutang looked at Sun Meifang's fleeing figure, and raised the corners of his lips slightly.
The time has come.
She stepped forward to say hello gracefully, "Madams, what happened just now has disturbed your peace. I'm really sorry. However, I have to explain something clearly to you. My brother and I are both the biological children of my father's first wife. My brother is a well-educated person and has always respected Auntie Sun, so outsiders misunderstood that they have a close relationship."
The ladies suddenly realized.
"Oh... so that's it."
"Let me just say, Song Family is a serious person after all, how could he..."
But then, the way they looked at Song Mingzhe became subtle.
There was an outspoken person who lowered his voice and spoke to the little sisters next to him:
"Tsk, I saw this mother and son at a cocktail party last time. They were calling each other 'Mom'. I thought she was my biological mother. I didn't expect it was the mistress..."
"If a ten-month-old pregnant woman refuses to recognize her biological mother, why should she recognize a mistress? He would not be ashamed if he recognized a thief as his mother."
"I don't even recognize my biological mother. I'm afraid this Song Mingzhe is not a good thing."
The low sound of contempt was like a needle pricking, making Song Mingzhe feel uncomfortable all over.
But what these women said is true.
He lowered his head in embarrassment, said hastily, "I'm leaving first," turned around and walked out.
His steps were as panicked as running away.
Song Jianye also knows that his old face has been completely disgraced today.
He forced a smile, said a few perfunctory words to Song Yutang, and fled in despair.
Song Yutang stood there, looking at the backs of the father and son leaving in a hurry, with a meaningful smile slowly rising from the corners of his lips.
A group of well-dressed ladies also dispersed, chatting and laughing, and walked toward the door.
Butler Wang walked forward calmly and whispered in her ear, "Young Madam, are you satisfied?"