TFWYH – Chapter 254 Humiliation to His Face

Jiang-shi was startled so violently her eyelids twitched. “You… what nonsense are you spouting?”

Little Ling Chen pouted. “Teacher said children resemble their fathers. Big Brother doesn’t look like Father at all—so of course he must have his own father!”

When he was old enough to remember things, Ling Cangshan hadn’t died yet. Though he didn’t spend much time with his father, he still remembered his appearance clearly.

Ling Yu was far too good-looking—he clearly didn’t resemble his “father.”

Jiang-shi quickly covered his mouth and whispered sternly, “You must never bring this up again. You cannot tell anyone—not your sister-in-law, not your Second Sister. If you say it, our whole family could lose our lives!”

Ling Chen was still young and was properly frightened. He shook his head quickly. “I won’t say it! I definitely won’t!”

But what he didn’t know was that Tang Wan was no ordinary person. Even if they whispered, she heard every word clearly.

Tang Wan frowned. So her beautiful husband had another father?

And judging by Jiang-shi’s terrified reaction… that father was no ordinary man.

Should she… find a chance to ask her little beauty husband about it?

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Zheng Sanpao and Zhang Tao were thrown out of the Yang house. They hurried to dress themselves.

Only after running deep into an alley did they stop.

Zhang Tao felt such shame she wanted to die. She shoved Zheng Sanpao hard, tears streaming. “What happened? How did things turn out like this?!”

Zheng Sanpao was irritated too. Hearing her question, he turned and slapped her hard. “You dare ask me? I lost all my damn pride today!”

“You—you hit me?” Zhang Tao covered her cheek, disbelief on her face.

Zheng Sanpao spat. “You shoved me first—why can’t I hit back? Talking like it’s all my fault. Weren’t you the one who fainted? I even wondered whether you, you lusty woman, got too worked up. Not only did you want me to satisfy you, you dragged a whole crowd to watch—slut!”

“You—you—!” Zhang Tao shook in fury and slapped him back.

Zheng Sanpao didn’t hold back either.

The two quickly started brawling.

But Zhang Tao was no match for a grown man. Soon, Zheng Sanpao had her pinned to the ground, hands clamped around her throat.

“Bitch, you dare hit me? What do you think you are? For someone like me to sleep with you is a blessing. You think that old Ling bastard could satisfy you like I do?”

Zhang Tao clawed desperately at his hands, her eyes bulging.

At that moment, she saw someone.

A person was suddenly standing on top of the courtyard wall, one hand behind his back, quietly looking down at her.

Those beautiful peach-blossom eyes held neither joy nor sorrow.

Behind him was the blazing sun, golden light pouring down—making him look as radiant as a fallen deity.

Zhang Tao’s eyes lit up. She reached toward him, desperately hoping for help.

But Zheng Sanpao was choking her—she couldn’t make a sound.

With his back toward the man, Zheng Sanpao didn’t notice anything.

He was furious, enraged that Zhang Tao had dared fight back.

Still choking her with one hand, he used the other to pull down his pants, cursing obscenely, “You dare hit me? I’ll make you beg for mercy today!”

Zhang Tao’s eyes widened in horror. In her heart, she screamed:

No!

Not like this!

Please stop!

He’s here—he’s watching—don’t do this to me!

But Zheng Sanpao couldn’t hear her silent cries.

And right there in that alley, he assaulted her.

Zhang Tao’s face turned ashen, tears spilling over.

She knew she wasn’t clean, but she still wanted—at least in front of him—to keep some shred of dignity, living in self-deception.

But now even that was just a far-fetched fantasy.

Ling Yu watched the entire scene quietly, disgust filling his eyes.

Zhang Tao weakly closed her eyes, face pale, not daring to look at him.

She thought this was already hell.

But she didn’t know—

Hell had eighteen layers.