Chapter 58: Chapter 58: Today is Lin Zhiyiâs Stage Performance Chapter 58 -58: Today is Lin Zhiyiâs Stage Performance Qin Shuang hesitated, sparking everyoneâs curiosity; all eyes turned to Gong Shiyan and Liu He.
Liu Heâs face turned ghostly pale, making her lips strikingly red.
Gong Shiyan grasped her hand firmly, his honest face showing embarrassment.
He wanted to say something, but he had been so drunk the day before that he had blacked out, and everything that happened afterward was according to Liu Heâs account.
Without evidence, no one would believe him if he spoke.
At that moment, Lin Zhiyi gave him a look, signaling something with her eyes.
Gong Shiyan nodded subtly, âItâs nothing.â
âThatâs a relief; otherwise, I would have really felt guilty.â Qin Shuang patted her chest with affected concern.
Upon hearing this, Old Mr. Gong furrowed his brows and inquired, âWhat happened?â
Qin Shuang looked troubled: âI heard that the Second Young Master had a potential client he wanted to collaborate with, so I took the initiative to invite both parties for a dinner. But the Second Young Master and Second Madam got too merry with their drinks, leaving me no choice but to send the client away first.â
âI never expected the Second Madam to drag the Second Young Master into the trash room in the back kitchen, and I heard that place is full of flies and reeks.â
âI was just worried about their health and asked a question out of concern.â
âIs that right, Second Madam?â
As soon as she finished speaking, many at the large round table covered their noses and looked at Liu He with disgust.
Liu He pursed her lips, keeping silent, her eyes noticeably dimming.
Song Wanqiu, seemingly out of concern for the bigger picture, stopped Qin Shuang, âMom, the Second Madam didnât do it on purpose, and she isnât familiar with business socializing.â
Her insinuations were clear: Liu He had not only made a mess of the drinks with the client but had also turned it into a spectacle by knocking Gong Shiyan into the garbage room.
Old Mr. Gong, upon hearing this, slammed his chopsticks down and turned to Gong Chen, âIs it true? Or is the Song Family lying?â
Song Wanqiu looked at Gong Chen, aggrieved, âThird Young Master, my mom isnât lying.â
Gong Chen lazily held his teacup, his expression dull, âYes.â
Across from him, Lin Zhiyi lowered her head; hearing this, her fingertip broke the skin.
Heh.
Gong Chenâs love for Song Wanqiu was so great that heâd even betray his own brother.
Old Mr. Gong glared furiously at Gong Shiyan and Liu He, âDo you even act your age? Canât you handle such a small matter properly?â
Gong Shiyanâs expression was grave, bearing Old Mr. Gongâs reproach in front of everyone, as always.
Liu He burst into tears.
Old Mr. Gong grew even angrier, scolding, âYou even have the face to cry!â
The dining room fell deathly silent except for the smug looks in Song Wanqiu and Qin Shuangâs eyes as they gazed at Lin Zhiyi.
Lin Zhiyi competing with them?
She wasnât worthy.
Lin Zhiyi didnât back down; she met their gazes with a faint smile, timing just right.
The mother-daughter duo was taken aback, and before they could react, Lin Zhiyi stood up and shouted like a crazed madwoman, âAh! Ah! Why are you scolding my mom and uncle? Itâs you! The villains! Itâs all you!â
While shouting, she grabbed the hot silver fish soup in front of her and threw it at Song Wanqiu and Qin Shuang.
The table was large, and the electric lazy Susan was moving slowly, giving Lin Zhiyi an extra minute of waiting for this dish.
The sticky silver fish soup was not only hard to wash off but also scalding.
It was especially suitable to silence the foul mouths of this mother and daughter!
Song Wanqiu and Qin Shuang couldnât dodge in time; a large bowl of silver fish soup was poured over their heads, scalding them like slaughtered pigs.
Even Gong Chen, who had been leisurely sipping tea, got splashed; he squinted as he brushed the fish soup from his hair and suit, raising an eyebrow at Lin Zhiyi.
Lin Zhiyiâs heart tightened, but she was immediately distracted by the Song family womenâs screams.
âAh! Itâs so hot! Help!â
âLin Zhiyi, you...â
Song Wanqiu looked ready to burst into tears, setting the stage for her act.
But today!
âItâs my stage, Lin Zhiyiâs stage!â
Without giving Song Wanqiu a chance, Lin Zhiyi climbed onto the table with the help of a stool and grabbed the leftover food to hurl at Song Wanqiuâs face.
A chicken bone, gnawed on by some aunt, just happened to land in Song Wanqiuâs open mouth.
She felt so disgusted that she retched but couldnât vomit.
Lin Zhiyi yelled, âIâll let you two talk nonsense! Do you love leftover and spoiled food? Iâll feed it to you!â
With swift movements, she grabbed the water used for soaking an uncleâs false teeth and threw it into Qin Shuangâs mouth as she screamed.
The screams became even more pitiful.
The uncle quickly got up, stuttering and waving his hands, âHey, hey, hey, donât let me swallow my false teeth!â
Lin Zhiyi glared at him and he turned his head thinking, if she can throw it at them, why not at me too.
Old Mr. Gong had never seen such a spectacle and was shocked for a long while before he yelled angrily, âLin Zhiyi! Stop it right now!â
Standing on the table, Lin Zhiyi looked down at Old Mr. Gong with even more anger as she screamed, âWhy do you scold my uncle without even asking for a reason? Over the years, youâve unconditionally berated him, criticized how this and that are not good! Have you ever considered that your attitude dictates how others treat him?â
âYou say heâs Second Master Gong, but outside they all want to step on him, even this mother-daughter pair dares to trample his dignity!â
âIsnât Uncle your son?â
âAnd my mother, indeed she has no family background, but what wrong has she done all these years within the Gong family?â
âOld Mr. Gong, you just had to fall off a horse and hurt your back; my mother cared for you from 4 AM until 9 PM, a full three months!â
âWho else in this family has done that? Their mouths are full of filial words but turn around claiming they are too busy with work, visiting you once a month!â
âAnd you canât even show a kind face to my mother, allowing others to slander her behind her back! Even the servants speak not of the Second Madam but of the outsider!â
âWhy do you torment our whole family? Why?â
Lin Zhiyi wasnât speaking crazily, but out of genuine emotion; their family of three really lived too repressed!
This wealthy family is all about interests; whoever is out of favor gets trampled.
Old Mr. Gongâs face was stripped of dignity as he stood his high ground and pointed at Lin Zhiyiâs flaring nostrils, âHow insolent! This isnât the place for your nonsense! Get down this instant!â
Lin Zhiyi kicked away the dishes in front of her and, with a mad look, walked up to Old Mr. Gong.
âIâm spouting nonsense? Then, Old Mr. Gong, please listen carefully!â
Lin Zhiyi took out her phone, and subsequently, a voice came from the speaker above.
âBluetooth connected.â
The laughter of two women could be heard.
â...just like Mrs. Wangâs dog.â
âA slut... giving up on entering Xue Manâs Studio... two worthless fools... the Gong family belongs to Third Young Master... even Old Mr. Gong will have to look at our faces in the future.â
Followed by Lin Zhiyiâs cautious pleas, asking Song Wanqiu to consider Gong Chen and the Gong Family.
Yet Song Wanqiu said, âIâm going to be Third Young Masterâs fiancée; who dares to touch me?â
Lin Zhiyi smiled slyly at Song Wanqiu.
In this day and age, surely no one doesnât know how to use a recorder, right?
The dining room fell into an exceptional silence as people couldnât believe the dignified and elegant Qin Shuang and the chaste Song Wanqiu could be like this in private.
Now, it was Qin Shuang and Song Wanqiuâs turn to turn as pale as paper.
Song Wanqiu was the first to react, âItâs fake! All fake! Lin Zhiyi, why are you framing us?â
She cried heart-wrenchingly, a performance that would fit right into a TV drama as a textbook case of an unjustly accused character.
But today... sorry, Lin Zhiyi is mad, and sheâs not reasonable!
As long as sheâs crazy enough, no oneâs getting away today!
Lin Zhiyi grabbed a knife used for cutting pastries and jumped in front of Qin Shuang, a pampered lady who could hardly be a match for her.
She was promptly pressed down onto the table with a thud.
With the knife held against Qin Shuangâs neck, Lin Zhiyiâs interrogation terrified Qin Shuang so much that she trembled and couldnât speak.
She questioned, âSong Wanqiu, the recording is fake, is it? You tell me!â
Song Wanqiu, donât you like to threaten me with Liu He?
How does it feel now to be threatened with a loved one?
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