Hou Tingfu pinched the woman's chin with two fingers, hissing like a snake:
"When you drove my mother into depression step by step, you should have known that your womb wouldn't bear a child!
You made so many harassing calls to my mother. When you pushed her to death, you should have realized that once you entered the Hou Family, could Muyan and I tolerate you?
When my mother jumped from the hospital, why didn't you just kill Muyan and me too?"
Hou Tingfu's hand moved from gripping her chin to clasping the woman's neck.
Madam Hou's face quickly turned purple-red. She tilted her head back, continuously pounding Hou Tingfu's wrist and hand with her own.
The two gazed at each other, their eyes filled only with hatred towards each other.
Hou Tingfu remembered clearly. Fu Qing donned a bright red dress and stepped into the Hou family's door before her mother's funeral was even over.
She also remembered clearly, that summer, Hou Muyan hid anxiously behind her.
