The Young Matriarch

He answered indifferently, “Nothing.”

Tong Yunrou was satisfied as she looked at the bruise on Duan Xiuqi’s forehead, which had seemed to heal from a few days ago when he got hit.

As the two walked towards the direction of the banquet hall, they could faintly hear the furious roar of the old Mr. Duan coming from inside.

The old Mr. Duan was nearly driven mad by these people; veins protruded from the old man’s neck, and his eyes were wide with raging anger.

The old Mr. Duan pointed at Xu Xingchen, his voice trembling as he spoke, “So, so you knew that your mother hired someone to kill my grandson, yet you pretended to be unaware?”

At this moment, Xu Xingchen truly became the center of attention, with sweat beads as large as soybeans rolling down like rain, quickly soaking his suit jacket.

Xu Xingchen had no defense; he had not known in advance, but rather he had cleverly figured it out.

However, he indeed harbored a slight hope of good fortune and did not proactively confront Duan Xingye.

No matter how clever Xu Xingchen was, he was still only eighteen. At this moment, his mind went blank, and he struggled to defend himself, “Grandfather… I… I…”

The old Mr. Duan shouted fiercely and cut him off, “Shut up, who’s your grandfather? I’m not your grandfather!”

Xu Xingchen’s face turned deathly pale in an instant; that sentence almost cut off all his paths of retreat.

Did this mean… they wouldn’t recognize him as family anymore?

Had all the content he had prepared in his mind turned into bubbles?

Chaos ensued.

Absolute chaos.

The entire banquet hall turned into a disorderly mess.

The old Mr. Duan was uncontrollably angry; the guests at the banquet whispered and argued, and the interrogation video continued to play in a loop.

The family ancestor, considering the volume too low, even had Xue Qiu increase the volume of the video to the maximum. Not only the guests inside the banquet hall but also the security guards outside could hear it clearly!

Though the incident of Duan Xingye’s attempted leap hadn’t made the news, it had become widely known in the upper echelons of Haicheng society.

They had long heard that the eldest grandson of the Duan Family was lively. How could he choose to leap off a building at such a time?

And he had survived the fall.

When they saw the man sitting next to Xu Li in that interrogation video, they understood—the great master Sun of Haicheng.

Bai Chuwei looked on at the chaotic scene with satisfaction; this was her goal for the evening.

A well-maintained lady with long, high-heeled shoes ran from behind and kicked fiercely at Xu Xingchen, “Get out, you bastard! You even dare to harm my son? If anything happens to my son, I will never let you off!”

The speaker was Duan Xingye’s mother.

Xu Xingchen nearly vomited from the strike of those sharp high heels, as the disdainful gazes and scornful eyes of the crowd intertwined in his mind…

Duan Feihan, who had not spoken a word, looked at Xu Xingchen coldly, seemingly not at all surprised by this scene. He nodded towards the security guards on the side, “Take him out.”

All of this had exceeded Xu Xingchen’s expectations. His eyes turned bloodshot as he shouted, “Was it my choice to be a bastard?”

Bai Chuwei, finding it amusing, picked up a banana, peeled it, and started eating.

Duan Feihan’s eyes were cold, and his tone was icy, “Being a bastard wasn’t your choice, but a person’s character is cultivated over time.”

“I don’t think someone who can watch their own brother die with such calm has a decent character!”

Xu Xingchen was instantly left speechless, looking at them as if he had lost his soul.

The next moment, a sentence from the old Mr. Duan completely cast him into a hell with no escape:

“You are not my grandson, and as long as I am alive, you’ll never step foot into the Duan Family!”