Rebirth: Splendid Marriage in the 80s-Chapter 1617 - 1619: Get Out

Kuang Kanzhi nearly felt his brain burst when he heard these words.

He staggered and glared at Xiao Fang, who had been sitting silently on the side. "Are you just going to sit there? She’s your daughter too!"

Xiao Fang wasn’t indifferent to Kuang Qingqing’s behavior; it’s just that she’d already talked to her about Lee Wenwei countless times. No matter how much she tried, Kuang Qingqing wouldn’t listen.

She had no idea what kind of spell had been cast over her. In Kuang Qingqing’s eyes now, Lee Wenwei was a paragon of perfection, flawless and matchless.

To her, there wasn’t a single man in the world who could compare to him.

Xiao Fang felt helpless and heartbroken.

This was how it always was. When a woman gets charmed by a man, she becomes blind, a fool incapable of seeing the bigger picture.

She only notices his good qualities, never his flaws or reasons why he’s completely wrong for her.

She pulled Kuang Qingqing by the arm and said, "Qingqing, on this point, I side with your father..."

Before Xiao Fang could finish her sentence, Kuang Qingqing yanked her hand away forcefully and glared at her angrily. "When have you NOT sided with him? Back when he brought that vixen home, even my brother opposed it, but YOU were the one who persuaded him! You said it was an act of kindness and charity! You said that woman was pitiful!"

Xiao Fang staggered weakly.

Those words felt like a dagger plunging straight into her heart—a sharp dagger that twisted deep.

Back then, Chiang Qingzhu truly had the appearance of a fragile beauty. Her large eyes brimmed with panic and fear. Her thin, sharp face was practically skeletal, her body so emaciated it was just skin and bones. Her delicate, translucent skin showed the blood vessels beneath, and her body bore countless scars.

Faced with such a pitiable woman, what was wrong with feeling compassion? What was wrong with saying those words under those circumstances?

Later, though, when Chiang Qingzhu’s health had stabilized and she’d regained some vitality, Xiao Fang had suggested sending her to a nursing home. But Kuang Kanzhi adamantly refused and even blurted out that Ah Zhu could never live without him. That was when Xiao Fang started to suspect something was amiss.

But by then, it was already too late.

Yes, she had made mistakes. But at the beginning, her intentions had been purely charitable. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

Even Kuang Yunxian had advised her back then. But what good had that done?

"In the end, you could marry a man like him, so why can’t I marry such a good man like Wenwei?" Kuang Qingqing yelled as she pointed at Kuang Kanzhi, addressing Xiao Fang.

Kuang Kanzhi’s face darkened with rage, and Xiao Fang’s eyes were red with sorrow.

"Fine!" Kuang Kanzhi was trembling with fury as he barked at her. "Go ahead and marry him! You’ve grown wings now; I can’t control you anymore! But if you marry into the Lee family, don’t expect a single cent from me!"

"I don’t need it! You’ve already decided to give all your money to that vixen. Don’t think I don’t know! But heed my warning—if you try to cut me off, I’ll go out there and paste posters everywhere, telling the world you’re keeping a filthy mistress at home!"

"You! Get out!" Kuang Kanzhi was so furious he felt his blood rush to his head. He grabbed a ceramic cup and hurled it toward her.

How dare she? Threaten him?

He was her father! And yet she had the audacity to threaten him with public humiliation!

Would she rather see him destroyed?

No matter what had happened before, he’d never laid a hand on Kuang Qingqing. This was the first time. So much so that she never even imagined he would do it. She didn’t dodge, and the cup struck her squarely on the forehead, splitting the skin and drawing blood.

Everyone was stunned, Kuang Kanzhi included.

Xiao Fang was the first to react, rushing forward in desperation. "Qingqing!"

Kuang Qingqing felt dizzy and disoriented, but none of that compared to the disbelief and crushing sadness in her heart. Blood trickled down, dripping into her eyes.