C188 – A Slap to Mu Sifa
“If my actions have angered you, I am prepared to say those words to you. I am ready to apologize, I...”
“That’s enough,” Shang Cijie interrupted Mu Sifa’s explanation once more, his body trembling. It was unclear whether he was angry or suppressing something.
At this moment, he uttered, “Xiaojie, you’re causing me pain.”
Shang Mingming gazed at Shang Cijie with a pained expression, as if he were frightened.
“I’m sorry, Mingming, I’m sorry. Are you alright?” He quickly released his hold.
Shang Mingming immediately brightened up and said, “I’m fine now.”
As he looked at the genuine smile before him, Shang Cijie felt as if he were seeing himself from five years ago, the version of himself who knew nothing.
His hand involuntarily tightened, and he bit his lip in frustration. He didn’t want to see himself in such a state, but Mu Sifa remained unchanged.
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Shang Mingming contemplated, as if attempting to dispel the tension.
Then, an idea struck him. He raised his innocent face and questioned Shang Cijie, “Xiaojie, is that man my father?” He pointed at Mu Sifa and inquired.
“Let me go,” Shang Cijie attempted to break free, but his efforts were in vain.
“Do you possess some unique attribute?” Zhang Xuan furrowed his brow.
He should have been overjoyed because Shang Cijie had given him a son. However, Shang Cijie’s demeanor suggested that he wanted nothing to do with the child, which left him feeling quite unhappy.
“Why should that concern you? I told you to release me. Are you deaf or something?”
Because he held Shang Mingming in his arms, he refrained from using too much force, fearing the child might be harmed.
“You already have a child, so why did you avoid me?”
Mu Sifa neither released his grip nor gave up his pursuit of answers.
At this moment, Shang Cijie’s stance was quite clear, strongly indicating that the child was likely his.
“Who said it’s yours? Let go of me.”
Mu Sifa didn’t relax his hold on Shang Cijie, his gaze locked on him.
“Damn it, you’re hurting me!”
When Shang Cijie exclaimed in pain, Mu Sifa’s eyebrows furrowed in discomfort. Realizing he had used excessive force in his words, he immediately eased his grip.
He had intended to apologize, but before he could do so, Shang Cijie slapped him and berated him with teary eyes, “You scoundrel.”