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Ming Jing turned back and said, “Zhu Wentao, I thought my words were clear enough last time, but it seems you still don’t understand human language.”

Her expression was gentle and calm, but the words she spoke were so infuriating that they almost made a person cough up blood. This extreme contrast stimulated Zhu Wentao’s adrenaline to rise rapidly.

“Unfilial daughter, I want to teach you a lesson today, or else you wouldn’t know how to write the words respect and discipline. You’ve already lost face for our family.” He looked around for something handy and spotted a feather duster on a shelf. He pulled it out and swung it at Ming Jing.

Ming shouted, “Ming Jing…!”

Ming Jing’s eyes went cold, and she caught the feather duster. With a slight twist of her delicate, seemingly boneless hand around the duster, Zhu Wentao felt a numbness in his hand, and the feather duster slipped from his grasp and landed in Ming Jing’s hand.

Zhu Wentao had noticed her martial arts skills in their last encounter, but he thought a frail-looking sixteen-year-old girl couldn’t be that formidable, perhaps only having learned some fancy moves.

However, the numbing sensation from his wrist took him aback, gradually spreading to half of his arm. He couldn’t believe it as he raised his eyes.

Ming Jing flicked her wrist, and the feather duster landed neatly back in the vase on the shelf behind her.

Everyone present gasped simultaneously at the scene before them – this wasn’t a special effect.

With a cold expression, Ming Jing said, “To have built Zhu Group, you can’t be a dumb person. But you continue to surprise me with your stupidity — it seems there really is no limit to how dumb a person can be.”

Zhu Wentao’s face turned ashen: “What’s going on between you and Shen Zhou?”

Zhu Xiangxiang’s face turned pale – was Ming Jing involved with Shen Zhou?

Ming Jing curled her lips, “What’s between Mr. Shen and me, and what does it have to do with you? So why did you burst in here late at night, accusing me of something?”

“I’m your father! Don’t I have the right to be worried about you getting involved in romantic relationships?”

Ming Jing closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. She nearly lost her composure because of this despicable man.

She really wanted to slap him, but she held back.

She was glad her senior sister didn’t have to witness this scene.

“First, as a father, you shouldn’t suspect your daughter of being promiscuous based on your own assumptions. You don’t deserve to be a father.”

“Second, my relationship with Mr. Shen is purely platonic. Have you ever considered the consequences of slandering me and Mr. Shen like this?” “Third, get out of the Zhu’s house immediately. I don’t ever want to see you again.”

Zhu Wentao pointed at her nose, “This is my house.”

“The moment you decided to run off with your mistress, it wasn’t anymore. I’ll inform Mr. Shen and Qingqing exactly what you said.”

A tall, thin man entered from outside.

“Kick them out of the Zhu’s house, and never allow them to set foot here again.”

Ming Jing glanced at Uncle Wen.

Uncle Wen’s legs trembled, “Yes, Miss, I understand.”

As she mentioned Mr. Shen, Zhu Wentao panicked, afraid that she would slander him in front of Shen Zhou. Wasn’t his purpose in coming here today not to quarrel with her? Why was this girl so stubborn? If she softened even a little and called him “Dad,” he wouldn’t let things escalate like this.

“Ming Jing, Dad was just worried that you’d be deceived by someone. Can you forgive me?” Zhu Wentao softened his tone.

“You should take responsibility for your actions. Your indecisive behavior makes you even more despicable. Qingqing, what are you waiting for?”

The man called Qingqing stepped forward and twisted Zhu Wentao’s arms behind his back. Though he was thin, his strength was astonishing, and he easily dragged the struggling Zhu Wentao out like a little chicken, devoid of dignity and looking very miserable.

Zhu Wentao was thrown mercilessly out of the Zhu’s house. The pain in his arms caused him to break out into a cold sweat, and he couldn’t even swear at them.

Ming Jing looked at Zhou Ling, “Take care of yourself during your pregnancy.

Worry less, and it will be good for the baby.”

Zhou Ling’s pupils shuddered, and she looked at Ming Jing suspiciously.

“He’s your father.”

“If I say he is, then he is. If I say he isn’t, then he isn’t.”

The girl remained calm and rational throughout, not even frowning when Zhu Wentao insulted her.

Zhou Ling could only imagine the shock in her heart. No wonder Ming Jing could be friends with Shen Zhou.

This visit to Drobe the truth left Zhou Ling feeling even more uncertain.

After a moment, Zhou Ling said, “I understand. I’ll try to persuade him.”

With that, she turned and left.

Zhu Xiangxiang stood awkwardly in place..