Chương 388: Chapter 384: Nephew, call me Uncle! Tang San's mentality collapsed_1
Father and Son Tang San stared intently at the figure coming down from upstairs.
They never imagined that the last person who should appear would show up here.
Tang San gazed at the face he hated day and night, as if recalling the scenes of past abuse, feelings of infinite humiliation and anger surged in his heart.
His dull pupils gradually turned blood-red, his teeth clenching with a grinding noise, his voice suppressed and low.
"Luo—"
"Yu!!!"
"Long time no see, Xiaosan." Luo Yu smiled amicably and waved his hand, "Are you so excited to see me?"
Angered, Tang San asked in a hoarse voice, pressing him with three questions.
"How come you are here."
"Why are you here."
"What right do you have to be here."
Luo Yu scratched his ear, "Keep it down, I can hear you."
He looked at Tang San with interest and retorted, "Why can't I be here?"
Tang San snorted, "This is my aunt's house, not a place for people like you."
"Oh?" Luo Yu laughed, "You know this is your aunt's house? You're so hot-tempered, I'd think it was your own house if I didn't know any better."
"My aunt's house is my home, naturally, I can decide to drive away an outsider like you." Tang San said coldly, "I'm giving you three seconds to get out, or you won't be leaving today."
Luo Yu beckoned with his fingers, "I'm sitting right here, let's see how you drive me out."
A look of disdain flashed in Tang San's bloodshot eyes.
"Luo Yu, you still think I'm the old Tang San?"
"I am no longer who I was before, I've long since stopped regarding you."
"Now, with one punch."
"No."
Tang San gave a cold smile, "With just two fingers, I could crush you."
"Tsk." Luo Yu looked at Tang San playfully, "I'm curious, how many bear hearts and leopard gall did your dad feed you to make you so inflated now."
"Shut up." Tang San burst out with authority, "Let me tell you, if it wasn't for fear that acting might cause too much collateral damage and break my aunt's things, you'd already be lying on the ground begging for mercy."
"Pfft." Luo Yu held his stomach, "Sorry, couldn't help it, it's just too funny seeing you so serious."
As Tang San saw Luo Yu not taking him seriously, rage boiled within him and he itched to act, "Are you going to leave on your own, or should I make you?"
Luo Yu slowly shook his head, his expression turning serious.
"The sky's cleared up, the rain's stopped, and you think you got this?"
"Know this, if it weren't for the sake of my pride, I'd press you to the ground and rub it in right now."
"Pfft." Tang San scoffed repeatedly, "Ridiculous, what kind of status could you possibly have?"
Luo Yu raised an eyebrow, saying teasingly, "My status, believe it or not, would shock you."
Tang San squinted his eyes, said coolly, "Heh, you're looking down on me, Tang San. Even if you boast about the Pope being your wife, I wouldn't be the least bit scared."
Tang Hao intervened, glancing at Luo Yu casually.
"Son, aim higher, don't waste words with such petty people, this kind of trash is no longer your goal."
"Today is the day we reunite with your uncle and aunt, don't bother with such insignificant people."
"Okay, Dad." Tang San nodded, holding his head high.
"Luo Yu, today, for the sake of my aunt and uncle, I'll mercy you for now and not hurry to deal with you, now get out of my house quickly."
Seeing Luo Yu unmoved, Tang San scolded, "Why are you still shamelessly lingering here?"
Tang Hao folded his arms, watching the scene with interest.
Suddenly, a cold, authoritative female voice came from the side, the voice suppressed, as if harboring endless chill.
"Tang San, who did you say should get out?"
"Hmm?"
The Father and Son Tang San quickly turned their heads, seeing Tang Yuehua's exquisitely beautiful face appearing as if covered with a layer of cold frost, her hand gripping a tray with delicate snacks tightly.
She walked over rapidly, standing coldly in front of Tang San.
"Who did you just say should get out?"
Seeing Tang Yuehua questioning him, Tang San hurriedly pointed towards Luo Yu, "Auntie, you came just in time, someone sneaked into your Yuexuan, and Xiaosan was about to expel him."
Tang Yuehua pointed towards Luo Yu, her expression frosted over, confirming, "You meant to have him get out?"
"Yeah! Our family is reuniting. Having such a person here is just in the way."
Having said that, Tang San provocatively glanced at Luo Yu.
As if to say, are you seeing who's territory this is?
The next second, there was a crisp slap.
Tang San's face was fiercely slapped by Tang Yuehua.
The force was so strong that his head was knocked to the side.
At this slap, Tang Hao was dumbfounded and Tang San was utterly confused.
Tang San's face was a picture of astonishment, his ears ringing as he covered his cheek, his eyes full of disbelief.
"Aunt... aunt... Why did you hit him, why hit me?"
Tang Yuehua's delicate body trembled with anger, her flesh-colored silk-stockinged legs shaking as she rebuked loudly, "Who else if not you, that's your uncle, and you tell him to get out?"
"Say another word and I'll have you thrown out!"
"What?"
Tang Hao and Tang San's pupils narrowed sharply, their hearts clenching.
They were unwilling to believe the information that had been so abruptly thrust upon them.
"Sister, are you saying the Ideal Gentleman you found is this guy?" Tang Hao's mouth was so agape it could fit an egg, feeling this was utterly ridiculous.
"Aunt, you're saying this guy is my uncle?"
Tang San felt dizzy and as frustrated as if he had been dealt a bad hand. The man who stole the goddess he covertly adored had also slept with his aunt?
Tang Yuehua nodded vigorously, then backhanded him again with force.
"Slap."
The other side of Tang San's face swelled up, as he burst out with a puzzled wail, "Aunt, you're my real aunt, why hit me again, what's the reason?"
Tang Yuehua picked up a handkerchief and wiped her hands.
"You just insulted your uncle, didn't you?"
"That's your uncle, is he someone you can insult?"
"To think your aunt once thought you were a polite child. Doesn't a younger person know the proper respect for elders?"
Tang San's face was red and his neck thick with anger, almost unable to catch his breath.
Him?
My elder?
My uncle?
Tang San was at the peak of his frustration, pointing repeatedly at Luo Yu, who was smiling faintly.
He felt like he was about to go insane with rage.
"Aunt, we are related by blood. You can't turn your back on your own family. We are our own people, but my father and I have a big feud with this guy, right?"
"Slap."
Hearing someone belittle her man, Tang Yuehua's anger rose from her heart, and she slapped him unapologetically.
"How old is your aunt, and how old are you?"
"Are you teaching your aunt what to do?"
"Xiaosan, remember this: He is your uncle, your elder. No matter what, you can't talk back."
Tang San was stunned by slap after slap from his own aunt.
My uncle, the hell? How did this guy suddenly become my elder?
"Gulp, gulp!"
Luo Yu slid over and seized Tang Yuehua's hand, which was cold from anger.
"Yuehua, calm down. We're all adults. Why bother with child's play?"
"A child?" Tang San's eyes were about to pop out of his head.
Tang Yuehua hummed softly, "You've always been too lenient, indeed. There's no need to nitpick with a child. But who lets a junior speak ill of his own uncle?"
Luo Yu shook his head, "As elders, we should be forbearing. Xiaosan just didn't know my status yet; he's actually a filial child."
"Isn't that right, Xiaosan? Don't talk nonsense anymore. If you talk back to your uncle again, your aunt will have to hit you."
Hearing Luo Yu's lecture, which sounded like that of an elder, Tang San's mentality exploded, his breathing so rapid and heavy that his eyes became bloodshot.
Tang Yuehua patted Tang San's head and sighed:
"Xiaosan, look how good-natured your uncle is. Aren't you going to greet him?"
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