Chapter 6: I'm Afraid Calling You Scum Will Only Give You Pleasure

In the eyes of the others, Rong Leying looked at Rong Mingda with her wrinkled clothes and a face full of grievance, her eyes red and puffy, like a little girl who had been bullied outside and returned home to seek comfort from her parents.

Rong Mingda had not seen this daughter, born to his ex-wife, for many years. He had been unwilling to see her because she looked so much like her mother; seeing her inevitably reminded him of his late wife.

Firstly, seeing her made him nostalgic for the past; secondly, seeing her filled him with a sense of shame for having betrayed his ex-wife.

Furthermore, his current wife was quite strong-willed and could not tolerate even the slightest grain of sand in her eyes, so when they first got together, he had hidden the fact that he had a child from his past.

With a loving wife, a pair of excellent fraternal twins, and a flourishing career, his life was perfect, and he did not want anyone to disrupt their happy existence.

For so many years, they had never contacted him, and he had assumed they would have no intersection for the rest of his life. It was only recently, after some issues arose at the company, that he was forced to confess to his wife about having a child and bring her home to build a relationship.

The child had been back for over a month, but other than bumping into each other at meal times, they had barely interacted.

There was no affection between father and daughter to begin with, but after hearing from his wife about her behavior at home, Rong Mingda grew to loathe this child left behind by his ex-wife. She was greedy and selfish; a child raised in the countryside was simply unrefined and ill-mannered.

She hadn't even come home for the past few days and wouldn't answer his calls. Not knowing who she had been out running wild with, Rong Mingda’s dissatisfaction with her had reached its peak.

As she walked through the door, he had already prepared how to discipline this ill-mannered eldest daughter. But the moment he met her reddened eyes and saw her pitiful, aggrieved expression, he froze.

She looked exactly like his ex-wife in his memories, as if his late wife were standing before him, accusing him of his shameless betrayal and his act of abandoning their child.

Rong Mingda felt inexplicably guilty. The words he intended to say died on his lips, and he coughed unnaturally. "You haven't been back for so many days. Where have you been? Do you have any idea how worried Auntie Yan and your brother and sister have been about you?"

It sounded like a reprimand, but the tone was not heavy at all; instead, it betrayed a hint of guilt. Zhang Yan, who had shared a bed with him for so many years, could tell instantly that he wasn't actually angry.

Zhang Yan glared at Rong Mingda with annoyance. This man was always like this—whenever a woman acted spoiled, he would soften up.

Suppressing her dissatisfaction, Zhang Yan put on a fake smile. "Xiaoying, you're back. Come over and eat quickly. We've all been so worried about you while you weren't home."

As she spoke, Rong Leying saw the female ghost, who had been motionless while clinging to Rong Mingda, instantly change her expression.

The ghost bared her fangs and claws, pouncing on Zhang Yan, her bloody maw biting down on her head in a terrifying display.

Rong Leying shuddered at the brutal sight, but her reaction was interpreted by the others as her being afraid of Zhang Yan.

Rong Mingda turned his head and glanced at Zhang Yan in confusion.

The smile on Zhang Yan’s face stiffened, and she cursed the "little green tea" under her breath.

She felt an inexplicable chill on her head and subconsciously reached up to touch it.

Rong Leying watched as her hand passed through her biological mother's head. Goosebumps broke out all over her body, and she looked away, unable to bear the sight.

To everyone else, however, it looked like Zhang Yan had raised her hand, causing Rong Leying to close her eyes in fear, terrified of being hit.

A cold, playful glint flashed in Rong Siyuan’s eyes. *Finally, she’s showing her true colors.*

She had pretended to be high and mighty, wanting nothing, only to put on a pitiful act of being bullied by her stepmother in front of their father.

*Interesting. It’s only fun if played this way.*

Rong Sinan’s attention was on Rong Leying’s clothes. Noticing the bloodstains, she hurriedly stood up and ran over to her.

"Sister, are you okay?" she asked with concern. "Why is there blood on your clothes?"

Her clear, innocent eyes were filled with genuine worry, showing not a shred of hypocrisy.

This younger sister, two years her junior, was the only person in this house who truly accepted and liked Rong Leying.

Rong Leying shook her head and said softly, "I'm fine. This is my grandfather's blood. He was in a car accident."

"A car accident!" Rong Sinan’s expression changed instantly. "Is it serious? Which hospital is Grandpa in? How is he now?"

Rong Mingda was shocked. "Xiaoying, didn't your grandfather already get discharged and return to his hometown?"

Zhang Yan covered her mouth in surprise. "Xiaoying, you can't joke about things like this."

"A joke?" Rong Mingda was immediately swayed, his face darkening instantly. "Rong Leying, that is the grandfather who raised you! How can you joke about something like this!"

Rong Siyuan gripped his cup tightly, his eyes filled with a strange, eerie excitement.

Zhang Yan looked heartbroken. "Xiaoying, even if you want to get your father's attention..."

"I'll joke with your grandfather! Have you all been reading too many brain-dead novels?"

Rong Leying’s expression shifted instantly. She could no longer suppress the emotions she had been holding back for days. "Using my grandfather's life as a joke to win the kind of fatherly love and attention from Rong Mingda that even a dog wouldn't want—if your brains aren't working, just donate them!"

The room fell into a dead silence. Everyone stared at Rong Leying, who had suddenly exploded, with wide, shocked eyes.

*Clatter...* The cup in Rong Siyuan’s hand dropped onto the table.

Rong Sinan was startled by the sudden outburst and took two steps back in fear.

Even the female ghost clinging to Zhang Yan looked up at Rong Leying in shock.

Rong Leying, in her anger, subconsciously looked at her. The moment their eyes met, the grievance in her heart was magnified infinitely, and she wanted to cry.

The female ghost looked at her in disbelief. *She can actually see me?*

Rong Mingda pointed at himself, incredulous. "Rong Leying, you actually cursed at me?!"

She dared to curse at him!

*Hold it in, or you'll get breast hyperplasia.*

*Take a step back, or you'll get ovarian cysts.*

*She was about to leave this disgusting place anyway, so why the hell should she hold it in!*

"So what if I cursed at you? You heartless, cold-blooded, ungrateful piece of trash!"

"You abandoned the father who raised you through hardship, you abandoned your own young child, and you married another woman and had kids before your late wife’s body was even cold. Calling you trash is an insult to trash!"

Rong Mingda had never been cursed at like this before. His face turned red, then white, then red again. He pointed a trembling finger at Rong Leying. "You..."

"What are you shaking for? Did you get Parkinson's at such a young age?"

Rong Mingda:!!!

Although Zhang Yan was happy to see Rong Leying and Rong Mingda at odds, he was still her husband, and she couldn't stand hearing him cursed like this. "Xiaoying, how can you talk to your father like that?"

"I almost forgot about you, you two-faced, hypocritical green tea bitch. Joke with your own father! My grandfather's accident was caused by either you or that born-evil son of yours."

Rong Leying began an indiscriminate attack. "You failed to kill me, so you went after my grandfather. A murderer and an ungrateful piece of trash—your family is a perfect match!"

Still not satisfied after her rant, she stepped forward and flipped their dining table over.

"Ah!"