Chapter 883
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Even though Song Qingchun didn't dare look at Song Menghwa, she could feel his gaze lingering on her stomach.
Perhaps Little Sesame sensed it, but under Song Menghwa's gaze, her stomach twitched twice with pain.
"Pregnant?" Song Menghwa's tone was much gentler than before. Perhaps it was due to the lingering anger in his heart, there was still a trace of anger in his tone. It caused Song Qingchun's heart to skip a beat. She bit on her lips and lowered her head even more. After a long time, she replied with a "hmm" that sounded like a mosquito buzzing.
Song Menghwa's expression didn't change much as he continued to stare at Song Qingchun's stomach.
His appearance caused the atmosphere of the entire place to become somewhat oppressive and stagnant.
The crowd focused their attention on this scene. Some of the reporters, even though their cameras were broken, secretly took out their phones to record the scene.
The place was eerily quiet. Song Qingchun could feel her palms drenched in sweat. Realizing her father still hadn't spoken, she bit on her lips and said, "Dad, I'm sorry, please don't …"
Before Song Qingchun could finish, Song Menghwa suddenly raised his walking stick.
Is Mr. Song Menghwa trying to rectify the family's image? But isn't this a bit too harsh on his daughter?
Some people sucked in a deep breath while others turned their heads away. Qin Yinan unconsciously walked toward Song Menghwa.
Song Qingchun, who heard the sound of the walking stick slicing through the air, squeezed her eyes shut and waited for the pain to come.
Su Zhinian, who was standing beside her, turned around without hesitation to block before Song Qingchun.
Then, Song Menghwa's walking stick landed heavily on the spot where Su Zhinian had been standing.
Because he used too much strength, his whole body even leaned forward a little.
Almost all the people in the hall were stunned.
So, after all this, he was not going to hit his daughter but his son …
Even Su Zhinian froze before letting go of Song Qingchun with a face full of shock. Before he could regain his balance, Song Menghwa's cane swung at him again, and it landed heavily on his back. The force caused him to stumble backward, and he fell back onto Song Qingchun.
Song Menghwa was enraged. He used his walking stick to hit Su Zhinian's back again and scolded him angrily, "You unfilial son, you disappoint me, Su Zhinian!"
Su Zhinian, who was hit twice in the same spot, pursed his lips and let out a low grunt.
"Dad!" Song Qingchun, who recovered from the shock, yelled without thinking. She struggled out of Su Zhinian's embrace to stop Song Menghwa.
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Translator: Millman97 Editor: Millman97 "Uncle Song!" Qin Yinan, who had stopped because Song Menghwa had missed, rushed toward them again when he heard Song Qingchun's scream.
Fang Rou moved her lips as well. "Dad, calm down …"
The butler said, "Sir, we can talk this out …"
Song Menghwa ignored everyone's persuasion and waved his walking stick to land on Su Zhinian's body like rain.
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