PNB Chapter 1539 1 slaps
Chapter 1539 1 slaps
Fu Yanchen turned his face slightly, and his eyes, as deep as a cold pond, glanced coldly at Wen Kerou. The corners of his mouth curled up in an extremely sarcastic arc, and his light tone was full of biting coldness.
"Haha, Wen Kerou, the reason grandma got sick is because you secretly opened the window of her room every night. It was snowing at night, and the wind and snow were like a mad beast, rushing in all at once. Even a person of iron could not stand it."
These words were like a bolt from the blue, exploding in Charles' ears.
He was instantly stunned, as if he had been cast under a spell, and froze in place.
In his mind, like a movie, the scene of his mother insisting on living in the small room kept replaying.
In that slightly cramped little room, a single bed was placed right next to the window, as if it had been placed there on purpose.
The bed was so close to the window that there was hardly any extra space.
The window glass trembled slightly in the biting winter wind, making a slight buzzing sound, as if telling of its fragility.
The cold air seeped in through the gaps in the glass, making people feel a chill.
A thin layer of water vapor condensed on the surface of the glass, making the scene outside the window blurry, as if it were covered by a hazy veil.
Once the window is opened, the cold air rushes into the room like a wild horse.
They roared and raged, bringing biting cold and flying snowflakes.
Snowflakes dance in the wind, as light as white butterflies, but when they fall on people, they bring bursts of coldness.
They passed through the gaps in the window and fell on the bed, giving people the illusion of sleeping in the snow.
Such an environment is undoubtedly a torture for a frail old man.
How could his mother endure such cold? He couldn't help but worry about her health.
Charles felt dizzy, as if the whole world was collapsing at this moment.
His eyes were filled with disbelief and extreme pain, as if a sharp dagger had pierced his heart.
Finally, he came to his senses, his eyes wide open, and the muscles on his face were distorted with anger.
He raised his arm and, using all his strength, slapped Wen Kerou hard in the face.
The crisp sound of "pop" was particularly harsh in the silent air.
Wen Kerou's face instantly became red and swollen, and her body shook due to the sudden blow.
"Wen Kerou...my mother treats you well! She loves you like her own daughter. She always thinks of you when she has something delicious to eat, and she always thinks of you first when she has something good to do."
Charles' voice became hoarse with anger, and every word he spoke seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.
"But you! You actually encouraged me to suck my mother's blood dry! She raised me with so much hardship! For so many years, she saved and saved, and the little savings she had were all swindled away by you, a heartless wretch! Now, you're actually trying to kill her! You damned bastard! Has your conscience really been eaten by a dog?"
Wen Kerou was stunned by the slap. She covered her burning face with her hands, a trace of panic flashed in her eyes, but she quickly returned to her arrogant and domineering look.
She rushed towards Charles with her teeth bared, cursing: "You dare to hit me! Do you think you are so noble? If it weren't for money, would I have lived with you for so many years?"
Charles grabbed Wen Kerou's wrist, threw her aside, and said coldly: "From today on, everything is over between us. I will make you pay for what you have done!"
"It's over, it's over..."
Fu Yanchen frowned slightly, his eyes full of impatience and annoyance. Looking at the couple in front of him arguing like street shrews, he felt like a hundred flies were buzzing in his ears.
He suddenly raised his hand and knocked hard on the table in front of him. The "bang bang" sound was particularly harsh in the silent air, and instantly silenced the two people who were arguing.
"Okay, shut up. If you want to argue, go back and argue."
Fu Yanchen's voice was low and cold, as if it came from an ice cave in the cold winter, with unquestionable majesty.
His eyes narrowed slightly, as if two cold rays shot out from between his slits as he stared intently at the two people before him. His gaze was as sharp as an eagle's, as if it could penetrate their souls, sending shivers down their spines.
His voice was deep and powerful, carrying a hint of undisguised anger as he continued, "Let me be clear. You just want money, right? I know that very well. But you're asking for so much. I simply cannot accept it. Don't think your so-called contributions are worth that much. You'd better think carefully about what you've actually done!"
At this point, his voice suddenly became a little high-pitched, and the volume was slightly higher than before, as if the emotions that had been suppressed for a long time had finally found a breakthrough.
His tone became increasingly harsh, and every word he said was like a sharp sword, piercing people's hearts.
"Moreover," he continued, a hint of uncontrollable anger in his voice, "Grandma's death was largely caused by your actions!"
These words exploded in the air like thunder, shocking everyone.
His eyes were as sharp as torches, staring intently at the other person, as if he wanted to see through their eyes to see their true thoughts deep in their hearts.
However, the other party just remained silent or tried to brush it off with some irrelevant words.
"Don't you feel any guilt at all?" His question was like a heavy hammer, hammering down on the other party's heart. This sentence was not only a condemnation of their behavior, but also a torture of their conscience.
At this point, Fu Yanchen's tone was filled with anger and sorrow. He paused, took a deep breath, and tried to calm himself down.
"I will give you some appropriate compensation. This is the biggest concession I can make. However, in exchange, you must immediately disappear from the imperial capital and never appear in front of me again. I absolutely do not want Xiaoxiao to see your two disgusting faces again!"
There was a determination and coldness in his voice that made people shudder.
Then, he paused for a moment, as if calming his emotions, and continued, "Also, you must not let Xiaoxiao know about the news that grandma has passed away. She is in very poor health now and cannot bear such a heavy blow. If you dare to go against my request and reveal this news to Xiaoxiao, the consequences will be disastrous!"
His eyes were as sharp as torches, staring at the other person intently, as if he wanted to see through their eyes to see their true thoughts.
Although the sound was not loud, it was like a heavy hammer, hitting the hearts of the two people hard.
Wen Kerou and Charles looked at each other, with a hint of panic and unwillingness in their eyes, but under the pressure of Fu Yanchen's powerful aura, they did not dare to refute.
Charles seemed to have lost all his strength. He instantly became listless, with his back hunched, as if being crushed by an invisible mountain.
At this moment, how could he even think of making amends? The unscrupulous act committed by his wife, Wen Kerou, was like an extremely sharp dagger, piercing his heart straight through, filling him with piercing pain and endless shame.
His voice was choked with regret. "I don't want anything anymore. I really can't face my mother. She raised me with so much hardship, but I failed to protect her and let Wen Kerou, a vicious woman, harm her. How can I have the face to ask for that money? To me, that money is like a knife stabbing my heart."
He slowly lowered his hand, looking at Fu Yanchen with empty and desperate eyes, his lips trembling as he said, "Mr. Fu, please help me with my mother's funeral. I know you are more capable and conscientious than me, and you will definitely be able to handle my mother's funeral properly. I will leave the imperial capital tomorrow. I don't want to stay in this place for a moment. Every time I breathe the air here, I feel like it is a blasphemy to my mother."
Wen Kerou,,,,