Unbridled, Depraved

Chapter 250 Wei Yan's Accusation

Wei Yan bit her lip, her nails digging deep into her palms, almost pinching them to bleed.

Her voice was trembling as she accused the old man of neglecting her and her son over the years, word by word. Every word seemed to be squeezed out from between her teeth, filled with deep hatred.

"My mother and I suffered a lot while abroad. I thought that returning to Beijing would be like returning home. I would finally have someone to rely on, and A Guan would finally have a father..."

Her voice suddenly rose, a little hysterical: "But the reality is that you treated me like a servant, and even treated A Guan, your biological son, as a stepping stone for Xie Jincheng and his punching bag!"

Mr. Xie closed his eyes and listened to her in silence, as if all this had nothing to do with him.

"Why!?"

Wei Yan roared, her voice echoing in the empty workshop.

"He's your son too, why do you treat him like this? Do you know how outstanding my son is?"

Speaking of her son, Wei Yan's eyes became moist and tears welled up in her eyes, but she stubbornly refused to let them fall.

"The paintings he drew when he was six were collected by an art museum, he won the Mathematical Olympiad when he was eight, and the programs he wrote when he was twelve were bought by a company at a high price."

"He got A's in every subject since he started school! He was ranked first in the school and got a full scholarship to Cambridge!"

There was a hint of pride in her voice, but it couldn't hide the sadness in her eyes.

"But he is such an outstanding child, but he is laughed at by his classmates because he has no father."

"He never told me these things."

"He's such a good kid. Do you know how hard he worked to prove himself to you when he came back this time? But what about you? Have you ever looked at him straight in the eye?"

Her voice was choked with sobs, as if it was squeezed out from deep in her throat, and every word was filled with deep pain.

"You only have eyes for Xie Jincheng! He is your son too, how could you watch A Guan being beaten like that by Xie Jincheng, that beast! Do you know how long he has been unconscious?"

"When A-Guan was in the hospital, did you come to see him once? Even once."

"you have not!"

Her voice suddenly rose, a little hoarse, "Not even once..."

"Are you qualified to be a father?"

Her voice was as cold as ice, but her eyes were burning with anger, "Xie Zheng, you should die without any offspring, and you should not die a good death!"

Mr. Xie was silent for a long time, and finally said, "I am sorry to A Guan."

His voice was hoarse and tired, as if every word carried a thousand pounds of weight.

Wei Yan wiped her tears and sneered, with a hint of sarcasm in her eyes: "You're only sorry to A Guan? What about me? Do you have to say sorry to me too?"

Her fingers were tightly clenched around the corner of her clothes, as if she was expecting something.

Mr. Xie raised his cloudy eyes and looked at Wei Yan, without a trace of emotion in his eyes: "No."

Wei Yan was stunned and her body trembled violently: "What did you say?"

Her voice was trembling a little, and she couldn't believe her ears.

Mr. Xie's voice was terrifyingly calm: "I have never felt the slightest bit of guilt towards you."

For a moment, Wei Yan's body shook, as if all her strength had been drained away.

Her fingers loosened unconsciously, and the hem of her clothes slipped off her fingers. A flash of confusion flashed across her eyes, which was then replaced by anger.

"No...impossible..."

Her voice was so low that it was almost inaudible. Countless images flashed through her mind, those days of neglect, those dignity that was trampled upon, those happiness that was deprived...

"You...how could you..."

No, that shouldn't be the answer.

In her script, after hearing her accusations, the old man in front of her should beg for mercy in tears, eager to be forgiven by her.

At that time, she would look down at the old man with the attitude of a judge, crush all his pride, and then give him a heavy blow, making him die in front of her without dignity.

But the opposite is true.

Not only did the old man show no remorse or fear, Wei Yan even saw disdain and ridicule in his eyes.

It seemed as if she had always been the third party who was only worthy of being humble and slave beside him and could not stand in the light of day.

Wei Yan was a little overwhelmed.

The jealous rage made her lose her mind.

She laughed loudly towards the sky, her laughter was extremely creepy.

"Xie Zheng, I want you to watch everything you love being destroyed before your eyes."

"I want you to live, or die."

Wei Yan grinned and took out a small remote control from her windbreaker pocket. She gently stroked the buttons with her fingertips, and a crazy light flashed in her eyes.

Just as her finger was about to press down, Shen Qianhe suddenly attacked her from behind.

She held tightly in her hand a PVC hose that she had picked up from somewhere, and hit Wei Yan's hand holding the remote control hard.

With a "snap" sound, the hose hit Wei Yan's wrist heavily, and the remote control flew out, drew an arc in the air, and fell to the ground a few meters away.

Wei Yan was attacked unexpectedly and felt a sharp pain in her arm, as if it was burned by fire.

She turned around suddenly, a hint of viciousness flashed in her eyes, she took out a pistol, and fired several shots at Shen Qianhe who was close to her.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The sound of gunfire echoed in the empty workshop, making people's eardrums hurt.

Fortunately, as someone who had hardly used a gun, Wei Yan didn't know how to control the recoil of a pistol, and several shots went astray. The bullet flew past Shen Qianhe's ear and hit the iron door behind him, splashing a string of sparks.

Shen Qianhe's heart almost jumped out of her chest. While Wei Yan was changing the magazine, she ran towards the remote control.

Her steps staggered, but she did not dare to pause for even a moment.

At the moment when Shen Qianhe was about to reach the remote control, Wei Yan pounced on her like a madman.

She grabbed Shen Qianhe's hair and pulled it back desperately, her nails digging deep into his scalp.

"what!"

Shen Qianhe felt pain and was forced to tilt his head back, his vision going dark.

She stretched her fingers forward desperately, but could not reach the remote control.

Seeing this, Wei Yan took the opportunity to grab the remote control. Shen Qianhe gritted his teeth and used all his strength to kick the remote control farther away.

"you!"

When Wei Yan saw the remote control being thrown far away, she immediately let go of the hand that was pulling Shen Qianhe's hair and ran towards the remote control.

Shen Qianhe staggered to his feet and reached for the pistol in his pocket.

Her heart was beating so fast it almost burst through her chest.

My palms were covered in cold sweat, I felt dizzy, and my breathing became rapid.

At the current distance, she was sure she could hit Wei Yan.

However, her hands were shaking so badly. What if she accidentally killed someone?

Seeing that Wei Yan was about to pick up the remote control, Shen Qianhe closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and pressed the trigger.