Her face turned red with anger, her whole body trembling.
But Song Anqi didn't stop. Instead, she intensified her words: "I just have to say it! Why can't I speak the truth? Did I say anything wrong? You are just like your mother, indiscreet, the same kind of cheap woman, fooling around with men outside, giving birth to a bastard child, and you won't let others talk about it?!"
"What did you say?"
Song Yinyin was horrified, stunned into silence by Song Anqi's words.
"You don't know, do you? Haha, let me tell you, you are not even my dad's daughter; you're the child of your mom and some random guy outside!"
"..."
"Even if your grandfather left an inheritance, your mom deceived my dad for so many years, made such a big cuckold out of him, even a billion in inheritance wouldn't compensate for his emotional distress! And still thinking of getting an inheritance? Ha, what a joke!"
Listening to these unbearable words, Song Yinyin lost all reason, successfully provoked to fury: "Song Anqi, shut up. My mom is not the kind of woman you say she is. You have no right to speak of her that way!"
She was so angry that her fists clenched tightly, veins bulging on the back of her hands, wishing she could tear apart Song Anqi's unrestrained mouth.
But Song Anqi not only didn't stop, she intensified her attack: "I have no right? Haha, regardless of whether I have the right or not, what I said is solid truth. If you don't believe me, you can ask my dad. See if you're a bastard or not?! Hmph, your mom is an absolute tramp..."
"Smack—"
A crisp sound rang out as Song Yinyin, unable to bear it anymore, slapped Song Anqi's meticulously made-up face.
Song Anqi let out a dainty "ah" and fell to the ground in response.
In the past, Song Anqi would never have tolerated this slap, but today, she didn't get up from the ground.
What shocked Song Yinyin even more was that when Song Anqi turned to look at her, her face was beautifully tragic, pitifully, yet from her eyes burst a sinister and venomous look, "Song Yinyin, you can't hold back your anger just because of this?"
Her eyebrows slightly raised, she spoke word by word in a volume only the two of them could hear:
"To tell you the truth, back then I was the one who arranged for a gigolo to take your virginity. Haha, didn't expect that, did you? Your son is the child of you and the gigolo, hahaha—"
Song Yinyin's almond eyes, black and white, widened in disbelief, glaring at Song Anqi, her rage causing her to feel dizzy and shake.
Damn you, Song Anqi! You finally admit that back then you used your despicable means to deceive me and Kejun! But what did you say, the person you found at that time was... a gigolo?
"Song Anqi, you wicked woman with a heart like a serpent!" Song Yinyin hated her to the point of gritting her teeth. If at this moment she had a sharp knife in her hand, she would definitely rush over and stab Song Anqi a thousand times.
Seeing this, a dark joy surged in Song Anqi's heart—she just wanted to infuriate Song Yinyin.
Her gaze shifted, catching sight of a tall figure stepping onto the steps at the entrance, slowly approaching, and a sinister smile appeared on her lips.
Then, she coldly glared at Song Yinyin, spewing even more venomous words: "I think, Song Yinyin, maybe even you were born because your indecent mother coupled with some gigolo!"
Unaware of someone approaching from behind, Song Yinyin was thoroughly enraged by Song Anqi's humiliating words.
Unable to contain herself any longer, she raised her hand once more, but her fair wrist was suddenly seized by an iron grip.
Still simmering with anger, Song Yinyin frowned and turned, "Let..."
She hadn't even finished saying the word 'go' when, upon seeing the face of the person who arrived, she was too astonished to speak.