Chapter 452: Chapter 452 - 452: The Shameless Rong Family

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Mrs. Hong stared in disbelief, her eyes filled with scorn. “Ma’am, you can’t just expect people to give you what you want because you fancy it. What’s the difference between what you’re doing and emotionally blackmailing people for handouts?”

“I am Rong Qi’s grandmother. Isn’t it her duty to show me some respect by giving me a few gifts?” Mrs. Rong Sr. grew more determined to make Rong Qi part with her money. She began to brazenly push her agenda.

‘What’s the value of saving face? Money is what really matters,’ Mrs. Rong Sr. thought, increasingly irritated by the audacity of the servant who dared to liken her to a beggar. ‘How dare she!’

Rong Qi wore a thin smile, intrigued by the audacity of the people she was dealing with. “Respect is earned, not given,” she responded. “And why would I respect you when I hardly know you? Don’t forget, I have severed all ties with the Rong family.”

Rong Qi’s voice was tinged with cold sarcasm, as well as a playful edge.

Snorting dismissively, Mrs. Rong Sr. fired back, “Well, I’m asking for it today. Are you going to give it or not?”

“Nope,” Rong Qi replied, lounging comfortably on the couch with her hands behind her head and her legs crossed, observing Mrs. Rong Sr.’s antics.

This nonchalant behavior infuriated Mrs. Rong Sr. “Just look at you! How did Mr. Ye even fall for someone like you? He should have been with Feiyu. Not only do you have no remorse for taking him away from her, but now you’re also reluctant to support us? You wicked woman, don’t you fear retribution?”

Mrs. Rong Sr. had no education to speak of, and when things didn’t go her way, she resorted to cursing. Wang Qing, who had had her own experiences with Mrs. Rong Sr., knew this well, but others did not.

Wang Qing stood to the side, arms crossed, awaiting the inevitable drama. She thought, ‘Two wrongs might just make a right here. Maybe Rong Qi will get so fed up with Mrs. Rong Sr.’s belligerence that she’ll give in and offer them some financial relief.’

Rong Feiyu stood silent as well, their mother-daughter understanding palpable.

Mrs. Rong Sr. continued her verbal assault, unleashing her fury as if she were back in the village, picking fights in the streets.

Mrs. Hong trembled with anger. Had she not been concerned about tarnishing Rong Qi’s reputation, she would have called the security to throw these three troublemakers out.

Just as Mrs. Hong contemplated leaving the room, she heard Mrs. Rong Sr. raise her voice, “Feiyu! Go ahead, take what you want. I’m your grandmother and I’m giving you permission. As your sister, Rong Qi should give us something.”

“But Grandma, it doesn’t seem like she is willing to,” Rong Feiyu feigned reluctance, her expression conflicted.

“Never mind that. I’m here to make decisions!” Mrs. Rong Sr. gave Rong Feiyu a nod, acting like the matriarch she believed herself to be.

Rong Feiyu nodded repeatedly, excitedly making her way toward the long table filled with gifts. She loved everything on it, and lamented that she couldn’t take more—if only they’d driven here. Her mother had insisted on taking a taxi to preserve an image of domestic frugality.

‘Oh, what a waste,’ she thought as she moved eagerly toward her prizes.

But just as Rong Feiyu approached the table, Rong Qi suddenly extended her leg, tripping Rong Feiyu at the knee. Rong Feiyu fell to the ground, her body hitting the corner of the table. Her knee felt like shattered glass, and tears flowed freely.

“Ah, my leg! Mom, it hurts so much!” Rong Feiyu cried. She knelt on the floor, clutching various parts of her body in agony, overwhelmed by the pain.

Mrs. Rong Sr. was dumbstruck. Pointing at Rong Qi with trembling fingers, she shouted, “How dare you lay a hand on Feiyu?”

Rong Qi looked back with a chilling smile and, raising her hand, slapped Rong Feiyu squarely across the face.

“That, old hag, is what it means to lay a hand on someone. Do you understand now?” Rong Qi said..