Chapter 1552 - 1542: Interrogation

Chapter 1552: Chapter 1542: Interrogation

With a "bang," Qiu Shuyun slammed her chopsticks onto the table, "What do you mean by me making trouble out of nothing, even teaching the servants a lesson and you have to interfere? If you’re so capable, why don’t you become the chairman yourself?"

Jiang Zhengfeng looked at her with a face full of disgust, "Fine, you’re right, I don’t have the ability, I don’t even deserve to eat this meal."

He put down his bowl and chopsticks and went straight upstairs.

Qiu Shuyun ignored him, continued eating, and continued to vent her anger, making the servants increasingly cautious.

After a while, Jiang Wenhui returned.

"Miss," the servant called out.

Jiang Wenhui was in a bad mood and nodded casually.

"Dinner is ready, please have dinner first," the servant continued.

Jiang Wenhui glanced toward the dining room, seeing only Qiu Shuyun eating dinner alone.

She walked over and sat down opposite her.

But as soon as she sat down, Qiu Shuyun put down her chopsticks and stood up.

"I’m done eating."

Seeing her about to leave, Jiang Wenhui called out, "Mom."

Qiu Shuyun looked at her with contempt in her eyes, "Does Vice President Jiang have any instructions for me?"

Jiang Wenhui pursed her lips, looking somewhat embarrassed, "I lost."

"Yes, I know, no, to be exact, the whole Upper City knows," Qiu Shuyun said sarcastically, "but that’s not a surprising result, I said long ago that you’re not capable. If today it were your brother, the president’s position would surely be his. This is your retribution."

Jiang Wenhui looked at Qiu Shuyun’s gnashing manner, her eyes seemed frozen with ice.

She coldly said, "Well, sorry, Jiang Yutai dreaming of being president is something you can only think about in your sleep. Do you really think the board would accept someone with a history of drug addiction as president?"

This remark seemed to hit Qiu Shuyun’s sore spot, she grabbed the soup bowl from the table and splashed it onto Jiang Wenhui’s face, her expression fierce, "You bitch, you framed my son, how could you be so malicious."

Jiang Wenhui didn’t dodge and got the soup right on.

She closed her eyes for a moment, then looked at Qiu Shuyun and said sarcastically, "Yes, I’m vicious, like mother, like daughter. I’m vicious, you’re not much better!"

Seeing her without a shred of guilt, Qiu Shuyun was about to explode with anger, "I really regret not strangling you when you were born."

"Oh, that’s unfortunate, you missed that chance," Jiang Wenhui said calmly, picking up the chopsticks and starting to eat with composure.

Qiu Shuyun couldn’t tolerate her defiance, she grabbed the tablecloth and yanked it, dishes and bowls clattered to the floor, soup and vegetables splashing everywhere.

She looked at Jiang Wenhui with venomous eyes, "I let you eat, keep eating!"

Jiang Wenhui sat there expressionless, putting the dish from her chopsticks into her mouth, chewing slowly.

Jiang Zhengfeng was about to go out, and came down to witness the scene.

He rushed down and said, "What are you making a fuss for, the child worked all day and came home, and you won’t even let her eat. How can you be so heartless as a mother?"

"I wish I didn’t have a daughter like her, if you care so much for her, then just be with her," Qiu Shuyun said and went straight upstairs, not caring where Jiang Zhengfeng, dressed so formally, was heading so late.

Jiang Zhengfeng also ignored Qiu Shuyun, looked at Jiang Wenhui and said, "Wenhui, don’t take her seriously, she’s been a bit crazy lately. I’ll have the servants make something else for you."

Jiang Wenhui looked at him, expressionless, and asked, "Since you dislike me so much, why did you give birth to me in the first place?"