Supreme Heir Son-in-law

Chapter 465: Chapter 465: Madman

"Ha, great. You really are my good father, and I just felt sorry for you a moment ago. Now it seems that the one who should feel ashamed and sorry is you, right? You keep saying you love my mother, building this persona of a devoted lover outside. And yet, what happened? Behind the scenes, you play around with women, and with such a vulgar one at that. Didn’t you feel guilty and ashamed when you were scolding me just now? You play with women while claiming to be a devoted person, yet you secretly curse your daughter. If this gets out, your old face would be gone, wouldn’t it? No, I was mistaken. From the moment you cheated on my mother, you’ve already lost your face."

Wen Yating held her head high, her eyes filled with defiance as she looked at her father.

"To be fair, Miss Wen, I can’t fully agree with what you just said. Your mother has been gone for a long time, and your father is a normal man with natural needs. Isn’t it normal for him? My relationship with your father is purely financial; we don’t talk about feelings, so you don’t need to doubt your father’s loyalty to your mother. Even if your mother isn’t here now, if he had to choose between me and your mother, he would certainly choose your mother."

The woman took a sip of water but didn’t immediately return to the bedroom. Instead, she lazily responded.

Her words allowed the somewhat guilty Wen father to regain a sense of paternal dignity, but they also ignited a fire of anger in Wen Yating’s heart.

"What position do you have, what right do you have to speak to me, what right do you have to mention my mother, you filthy scum? To hear you mention my mother and me feels like an insult. Trash like you should be with trash; this isn’t the place for you. Get out, those clothes you’re wearing are from my house, and I don’t allow you to wear them."

As Wen Yating spoke, she rushed up to the woman, raised her hand to tear off the woman’s clothes, while cursing her with foul words, "You’re just a slut, your fox-like stench hurts my nose. Trash like you should look for some old man who cleans toilets. This isn’t where you ought to be, and these aren’t clothes you should wear. If you’re so lewd, why don’t you just run naked in the street, damn it."

Wen Yating pressed the woman to the ground, straddling her to undo her buttons. The woman beneath her whimpered for mercy, "I was wrong, I shouldn’t have spoken the truth, I’m just bad at speaking, whatever you said is right, okay? Please don’t take off my clothes, I’m not wearing anything underneath, I’ll be exposed if you strip me." The woman tried to block Wen Yating’s hands and pinched Wen Yating harshly away from Wen father’s view.

"Damn you, you dare to fight back, let’s see if I don’t beat you to death!" Wen Yating, hit by the pain of the woman’s pinch, thought of nothing else, raised her hand, and slapped the woman, who didn’t retaliate but started crying softly instead.

"You’re pretty good at pretending, aren’t you? I’ll slash up your face and then we’ll see who you can seduce, see if anyone falls for your tricks." Wen Yating, already in a foul mood today, couldn’t hold back after being lectured by a woman who sold herself.

Wen Yating searched frantically for a tool. Underneath her, the woman’s eyes flashed, and her hand touched the cup she’d used earlier. The sound of the glass cup rolling on the ground caught Wen Yating’s attention. Without much thought, she grabbed the cup and smashed it onto the ground. The fragments scattered everywhere, and Wen Yating’s eyes looked wild. The woman’s pupils constricted in tension.

The sound also startled Wen father, who hadn’t spoken a word at the side. As he raised his head and saw Wen Yating holding a piece of glass approaching the woman’s face, his mind went blank. Without thinking, he rushed over to stop Wen Yating.

"Are you crazy? What are you doing?" Wen father clutched Wen Yating’s wrist, scolding in a low voice. The woman pressed beneath didn’t utter a word, only sobbing quietly, in stark contrast to the deranged Wen Yating. noveldrama

"I’m not crazy; once I slash up this bitch’s face, let’s see how she seduces men. Don’t try to stop me; I want to destroy her face." Wen Yating stared at Wen father with a deranged expression.

"I think you’ve really lost it. Don’t you know this is a crime? You’ll have to face legal consequences for this." Wen father roared.

"We’re on the sea now. Even if I kill her, so what? Throw her into the sea and no one will find the body, no evidence, and who can prove I killed her?" Wen Yating’s lips curled up as if she’d thought of a brilliant idea, her eyes gleaming as she looked at Wen father.

"You really have lost it, completely." Wen father looked at his daughter as though seeing her for the first time, in a state of bewilderment. He had always thought his daughter was just a bit overbearing and spoiled, but never imagined she would turn out like this, daring to think of such things as murder.

The woman beneath suddenly found the strength to flip Wen Yating off her, sprinting away without giving anyone time to react.

Without preparation, Wen Yating fell onto the glass shards on the floor, sending them piercing into her, eliciting a cry of pain. Luckily, the shards hadn’t hit any fatal spots; the worst injuries were to her arms and hands.

"It hurts, it hurts so much." Wen Yating curled her hands, her face instantly covered in tears and sweat.

Even though Wen father was shocked by what his daughter had turned into, with such massive issues in her thinking, and even though they had just been at each other’s throats, she was still his daughter. His love of over twenty years wasn’t fake. Without a second thought, Wen father called the doctor on the yacht.

"We can’t let that woman go. She overheard what I said; she’ll definitely harm me. You kill her, hurry and kill her." Wen Yating looked at Wen father, her expression twisted.

"She only overheard; she has no evidence. Whatever she says, no one will believe it either. You should focus on recovering. As for murder, I’ll pretend I didn’t hear you say that. Never bring it up in front of me again; I don’t want to hear it. My daughter of the Wen Family could be a spendthrift, even an ignorant fool, but she can’t be a murderer, understand? Once the yacht docks, I’ll take you to see a psychologist, get your mind checked out properly." Wen father said sternly and coldly.

Wen Yating wanted to argue more, but Wen father wouldn’t listen anymore. Her words left him, as her father, with a chill in his heart.

The doctor soon arrived to remove the glass shards from Wen Yating’s body, while the woman who had run off earlier took a turn and slipped into Zhong Boyu’s room.

Once inside the room, although the woman was still wearing the same clothes, her demeanor changed entirely. Despite her revealing attire, she exuded a cold hardness, more like a soldier than a woman.