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Zhao Hun felt deeply struck, as if he could sense the mocking laughter of those around him.
"What’s going on? If you don’t give me an explanation tonight, don’t blame me for being rude. I, Zhao Hun, have been in Aodao for so many years, and no one has dared to lie to me. You are my wife, and you should never lie to me," Zhao Hun said, his tone calm but brimming with uncontainable anger.
Yelina lowered her head, unable to respond.
She married Zhao Hun partly to establish herself in Aodao and partly to take revenge on Ding Shaowen, Ding Yan's father. However, after giving birth to a son, her perspective changed. The past was the past; a scumbag like him wasn't worth her scheming against. Life was short, and it was better to turn a blind eye and focus on living well.
But today, Ding Yan's sudden appearance shattered that peace.
"I told you to speak!" Zhao Hun shouted angrily, raising his hand as if to strike Yelina.
However, Ding Yan had already stepped in front of his mother, grabbing Zhao Hun's wrist and kicking him hard in the abdomen, sending him crashing to the ground.
"Get this crazy woman!" Zhao Hun groaned in pain, clutching his stomach and calling for his subordinates to join him.
Seven or eight bodyguards rushed forward. These bodyguards were not martial artists, so Ding Yan held his ground against them without losing.
"Stop!" Yelina shouted as she rushed in front of Ding Yan.
The bodyguards paused, seeing their mistress protecting Ding Yan; they looked at Zhao Hun instead.
Zhao Hun was seething with rage as he glared at Yelina. "You should know the consequences of deceiving me."
"I didn’t deceive you. Ding Yan is my child from before I married you; he just went missing later. You told me you didn’t care about my past, and I don’t care about your present," Yelina replied firmly as she locked eyes with Zhao Hun.
Zhao Hun found himself at a loss for words. Yelina was right; he had indeed said he didn't care about her past. Likewise, she shouldn't question his present. But having an unexpected daughter suddenly appear was unacceptable. If it weren't for the crowd gathered here in Aodao’s elite society, he might have reluctantly accepted it. However, with so many witnesses present, he needed a reasonable explanation; otherwise, he'd become the laughingstock of Aodao.
"I did say that, but you shouldn’t have hidden the fact that you have a daughter from me. I can forgive you on the condition that you don’t acknowledge this daughter," Zhao Hun said in a low voice.
"That’s impossible," Yelina replied without hesitation.
Ding Yan felt deeply moved by his mother's words.
"You must listen to me; otherwise, we’ll get a divorce. After that, don’t expect to see your son again," Zhao Hun's expression darkened.
"Mom, just divorce him; he’s not a good person," Ding Yan urged.
But Yelina hesitated. She was Ding Yan's mother but also the mother of Zhao Hun's son. All her efforts were focused on her son now; if she divorced him, she would have to leave her son behind. Given Zhao Hun's character, he would never allow her to see their son again—a thought Yelina couldn’t bear.
"Dad, Mom, please don’t argue," Yelina’s son pleaded as he shook her hand. The ten-year-old boy was already quite sensible.
"Son, it's not that Dad wants to argue; it's your mother who did something wrong. When you do something wrong, you have to admit it. If she doesn’t admit it, you’ll live with Dad from now on. Your mother won’t step foot into the Zhao family ever again," Zhao Hun said coldly.
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