Chapter 844 - 844 845 Fainting from Anger

Chapter 844: Chapter 845 Fainting from Anger Chapter 844: Chapter 845 Fainting from Anger “Dad, that’s a question for you. Doesn’t that boy call you? Has he never mentioned it to you?”

With these words, Meng Chaojun immediately infuriated Old Meng.

“Meng Chaojun! Aren’t you afraid that the wind will be too strong and twist your tongue when you ask that question? You’re his father! That’s your own son! Blood of your blood! Whether your son is injured or not, you don’t know yourself, or did you hear some incomplete news from the Fong Family!”

The anger within Old Meng burned fiercely, and pointing at him, he cursed: “When your wife was still here, at least you looked and acted human, took work seriously, and took care of home, took care of those two, like a person! Now look at what a mess you’ve become! Twirling around a woman all day long! Is she Xi Shi or Daiyu? Can she not live without you, is that it? For her, you neglect your own father and son! After all these years, you’ve only been promoted once and have been marking time since! Meng Chaojun, Meng Chaojun, do you think you are King Zhou? Even if you were King Zhou of Shang, she, Duan Qingqing, isn’t even qualified to be Daji!”

Old Meng had never been so furious.

Although he had always had reservations about Duan Qingqing and several things he disliked, he had never before been so blunt and merciless in his criticisms.

Moreover, the curses he hurled were truly without a trace of compassion.

Even Duan Qingqing, with her tough heart, couldn’t withstand such accusations. Her eyes reddened, she bit her lip stubbornly to prevent tears from falling, yet her lips trembled slightly.

“Dad, are you, are you saying that I’m not your daughter-in-law anymore?”

“Hmph!”

Old Meng, still in the height of his anger, simply snorted and said no more.

Duan Qingqing, covering her mouth, began to sob, and then bolted out of the room.

Meng Chaojun had first been utterly castigated by his father, and now seeing his wife crying and running away, he felt a mixture of urgency, anger, and embarrassment. He shouted at Old Meng, “Dad! Do you want to tear this family apart, is that it? Would that make you happy? What’s wrong with Qingqing? In my eyes, she’s perfect!”

After speaking, his face dark with anger, he grabbed his coat and hurriedly chased after her.

Old Meng even heard from afar the sound of him calling out for Duan Qingqing.

He was so enraged that he felt waves of darkness coming over him, his legs wobbly beneath him.

This was his son, his once proud son! Ever since he married Duan Qingqing, he had almost turned into a loverboy! How old was he acting in such a manner? Running after Duan Qingqing and calling out loudly, was he not afraid of losing face even more?

Old Meng’s heart felt a tightness, and suddenly everything went black. With a thud, he collapsed.

That evening, Chiang Xiao finally mustered the fortitude to face Meng Xinian naturally.

Really, she just thought of it as a lifesaving breath. So what?

Do all the girls who perform resuscitation have to hide their faces in shame? Is it considered stealing someone’s first kiss? Stop kidding.

That was surely one of Tyrant Meng’s tactics to oppress her, and she wasn’t going to let him succeed.

Meng Xinian was sitting in his wheelchair, covered with a blanket over his legs, chatting with Chen Yin in the living room, while Chiang Xiao’s gaze was drawn to a cardboard box next to Meng Xinian’s wheelchair.

Because the box still had a large silk ribbon tied around it, with a hole the size of a baby’s fist on one side.

Could that be the gift he specially instructed Chen Yin to bring?

Upon hearing her footsteps, Meng Xinian turned his head to look and beckoned to her.

“Little, come here.”

Chiang Xiao always felt like he was addressing a little puppy.