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"I should ask, what kind of person are you? I am truly disappointed and heartbroken that my mother is with you." Ding Yan said angrily. If her mother had found a good partner, Ding Yan could have accepted it, but to think she ended up with such a lecherous man filled her with resentment. After all, her mother's image had always been one of strength in her mind, so seeing her in this situation was understandably disheartening.
Zhao Hun's wine glass shattered in his hand. He never expected that a woman would dare to act so recklessly at his gathering. In Aodao, where he wielded immense power and influence, many who had offended him had faced dire consequences. Anyone familiar with Aodao would be wary of him, yet here was a woman who was utterly unrestrained.
Just moments ago, he had been captivated by Ding Yan's beauty; now, all that remained was a seething rage.
"What happened over there with President Zhao?"
"It seems President Zhao has been attacked."
"Who dares to hit President Zhao? Do they want to die?"
A crowd began to gather, murmuring amongst themselves.
Yelina noticed the commotion and quickly approached with her son in tow.
"Why did you hit someone?" Yelina asked sternly upon seeing Ding Yan.
"Because he is not worthy of you," Ding Yan replied through clenched teeth, looking at her—both familiar and strange.
Yelina felt a jolt at Ding Yan's words.
"Who are you?" Yelina stared at Ding Yan, her eyes wide. Deep down, she had an inkling but was afraid of this sudden revelation.
"You should know me; I hope you remember me," Ding Yan said.
Yelina felt a blankness in her mind as she locked eyes with Ding Yan.
"You... you are Nian'er?" Yelina finally managed to utter the words.
Ding Yan pressed her lips together tightly; just hearing the name Nian'er was enough to bring tears to her eyes. She fought back the tears and nodded heavily.
"Mom," Ding Yan called out.
Yelina froze for a moment, feeling the piercing gazes of those around them. Yet, she instinctively pulled Ding Yan into an embrace.
The crowd gasped in shock, especially Ding Yan's father, who stood dumbfounded. He knew that Yelina married Zhao Hun to spite him, but thankfully, she had never revealed their past. Each time they met, they pretended not to recognize each other.
Years passed without incident. Yelina even bore a son for Zhao Hun. Ding Yan's father had long forgotten that he once shared a love with Yelina and that they had a daughter together.
Coming back to his senses, Ding Yan's father paled slightly and turned to leave, fearing that Yelina might recognize him; that would be too awkward.
However, he wanted to leave, but his legs refused to obey him. The situation had not yet been resolved, and Jiang Chen would not let him go.
“Mr. Ding, are you alright?” The young beauty beside Ding Yan's father asked as she noticed his distressed expression, struggling to twist her body in concern.
“It’s nothing, nothing at all,” Ding Yan's father replied with a forced smile. He had no idea why his legs were suddenly unresponsive. Could it be that guilt was making him weak?
Zhao Hun stood nearby, watching the mother and daughter reunite. His fists clenched tightly, his nails digging into his flesh.
His own wife had a daughter he never knew about. It felt as if he were hosting a banquet today only to be publicly humiliated in front of all the guests. Such a thing was unbearable for Zhao Hun; even an ordinary man would struggle to cope with it.
A man could endure many humiliations, even those that affected his dignity, but the shame of wearing a green hat was something he could never accept.
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