âNonsense! Nonsense! Thereâs no way Ah Fei would say that. Itâs impossible!!â
Zhu Chunyu was already flustered. She wasnât afraid of Lu An anymore, and directly retorted loudly, âYou took their money; you colluded with them! All of you are doing this on purpose; youâre out to get me!â
âIs that so?
Chang Yong just laughed coldly. âThen letâs have the justice system check this and see if this is Ah Feiâs handwriting!â Zichen had already told him that this handwriting could be verified by the court.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
âNo! No! No!!!â
As Zhu Chunyu spoke, she wanted to rip the diary apart. Unfortunately, Chang Yong raised his hand high, and Lu An grabbed Zhu Chunyu firmly from behind.
Zhu Chunyu, who couldnât reach the diary, was like a clown. She clawed wildly at the air and struggled with all her might.
Chang Yong couldnât take it anymore. He scolded, âItâs all your fault! Itâs all your fault!
âYouâve never shown him real concern. You only know how to abuse him!
âDid you know that hooligans often extorted a protection fee from him? Did you know that he was often bullied in school? Do you know why he dyed his hair red?
âIt was just to make him look less easy to bully!â
Chang Yong was already in tears. He glared at Zhu Chunyu with wide eyes and scolded her angrily. âItâs all your fault! Itâs all your fault!
âIf it wasnât for this young man, my son probably wouldnât even have a single good day at all, yet youâre actually slandering him and extorting money from him!â
Chang Yong looked at Lu Xingran gratefully, then said to Zhu Chunyu with even more loathing, âOf course, itâs my fault as well!
âBlame me for going so far away to work. Why didnât I stay by his side and do my duty as a father?! Especially you. Why didnât I see your true colors earlier? Why did I leave my son to a vicious person like you?!â
Chang Yong was already furious. He wiped at his tears with large, calloused hands, then asked the young man beside him, âZichen, is it possible for me to sue her in this situation?
âAt least make her spit out all the money that should be given to my son!â He wanted to buy a cemetery plot for his son! The best plot!
âThisâ¦â
Zhao Zichen hurried to reply, but Zhu Chunyu became even more deranged. âChang Yong, are you crazy??
âWhat do you mean I pocketed your sonâs living expenses?
âYou were the one who gave us the money. Why canât I use it as your wife?
âArenât you being a little too heartless? Do you think Iâm a machine for giving birth?
âGod, God, how can there be such a heartless person in this day and age? He actually treats me as a machine for giving birth? A machine for giving birth?â
Zhu Chunyu was furious. She pointed at Chang Yongâs face and continued, âYouâre even blaming me for Ah Feiâs death. How can you blame me?
âIf he didnât inherit your weak personality, would he be bullied?
âIf he wasnât so weak-minded and couldnât even take such a small setback, how could he have jumped from the top floor?
âItâs all your fault! Itâs all your fault!!â
Zhu Chunyu spewed a lot.
In short, she wasnât at fault. The ones at fault were everyone else. She was clearly the victim, but they still wanted to frame her!