บท 122: Not Right in the Head

Wang Lan felt the stinging sensation in her wrist where Jiang Yue had flung her hand away. She stared at Jiang Yue incredulously. "How dare you resist!"

Song Yu was equally shocked that Jiang Yue had fought back. Seething with anger, she took a few steps towards Jiang Yue, grabbed a fistful of her hair, and demanded, "How dare you treat my mom like this?"

The amount Song Yu had once adored Jiang Yue was now equal to the disgust he felt, knowing that Jiang Yue was related by blood to the woman who had disrupted her family.

Taking advantage of Song Yu's grip on Jiang Yue, Wang Lan landed slaps on both of Jiang Yue's cheeks. 

Jiang Yue didn't need to look in a mirror to know her face must be swollen and red by now. She lifted her eyes to Song Ling, her last hope, and cried out, "Brother Song Ling, save me..."

When he heard Jiang Yue's plea, he spoke in a cold, stern voice, "Mom, Song Yu, don't lay a hand on her."