He lured her deep into his trap, using both overt and covert methods to seduce her.

Song family.

Half an hour later, a taxi slowly drove up and stopped at the entrance.

The car door opened, and Song Jiachen stepped out, his face showing signs of fatigue and gloom.

As soon as you enter, the aroma of food wafts through the air.

Following the aroma, he was surprised to find Chen Bin busy in the kitchen, skillfully stir-frying the dishes in the pan.

Over the years, Chen Bin has frequently appeared at the Song family home. At first, Song Jiachen was very confused about this and questioned Zhao Man many times.

Each time, Zhao Man would casually explain that Chen Bin was just a very good friend of hers who came to help her because he saw that she was having a hard time managing both the company and her family all by herself.

At that time, Song Jiachen was naive and believed her mother's words without question.

However, at this moment, looking at the man in the kitchen who had a close relationship with his mother, Song Jiachen felt a surge of doubt and anger.

He suddenly rushed to the kitchen with a gloomy expression. Without saying a word, Song Jiachen grabbed Chen Bin's wrist with such force that Chen Bin couldn't help but frown.

He asked in a menacing tone, "What are you doing in my house?"

Chen Bin was startled by this sudden action, but quickly regained his composure.

He looked up, meeting Song Jiachen's angry gaze, and with a slight upturn of his lips, he said with a gentle smile, "Jiachen, I heard from your mother that you're going home today, so I came over to make you some delicious food to celebrate."

However, Song Jiachen was not moved by these words. His face remained frighteningly gloomy, and his eyes were fixed on Chen Bin without any sign of softening.

"Get out of here right now. This is my home, and I don't need your meddling."

Chen Bin was clearly taken aback by Song Jiachen's resolute decision and stood there dumbfounded for a moment.

After a moment, he came to his senses and asked incredulously, "Jiachen, what's wrong with you? Why are you suddenly so angry?"

Unable to contain his anger any longer, Song Jiachen raised his voice and shouted, "Stop talking nonsense and get out of my sight right now, or don't blame me for being impolite!"

Hearing the commotion upstairs, Zhao Man rushed downstairs in a panic.

Seeing the two standing facing each other in the kitchen, Zhao Man asked in confusion, "Son, why are you so angry after coming back from the hospital? Who made you suffer? Tell Mom."

However, Song Jiachen acted as if he hadn't heard his mother's question and completely ignored her.

He reached out and grabbed Chen Bin's arm tightly, then strode quickly toward the entrance.

At the same time, he shouted angrily, "Get out of here right now! This is my home, and I will never allow someone like you to be here."

Seeing this, Zhao Man panicked and rushed forward to try to stop Song Jiachen.

While grabbing Song Jiachen's arm, she anxiously called out, "Jiachen, what are you doing? This is your Uncle Chen! Do you have any basic manners at all when treating your elders like this?"

Upon hearing his mother's rebuke, Song Jiachen abruptly stopped, turned around, and revealed a cold and disdainful smile with a slight upturn of his lips.

He scoffed, "Politeness? My father is still alive and well. Does his appearance in our house at this time count as politeness?"

After saying this, Song Jiachen turned his head back to Chen Bin, still with that cold expression, his eyes filled with disgust and hostility, and continued to shout, "I'll say it again, this is my home, you get out of my sight immediately."

Chen Bin stared at the spirited young man before him with a look of utter defeat. His lips trembled as if he wanted to say something, but the words seemed stuck in his throat like a fishbone, and he could only manage a weak sigh: "Jiachen, I..."

Before she could finish speaking, Song Jiachen interrupted her directly: "Get out! Get out of here right now, immediately!"

While roaring, he reached out with both hands without mercy, trying to push Chen Bin out the door.

Zhao Man, who had been observing the situation from the sidelines, could no longer stand idly by.

Her face instantly turned extremely ugly, as if covered with a layer of frost, and she coldly rebuked Song Jiachen: "Song Jiachen."

Immediately afterwards, he raised his hand and slapped Song Jiachen across the face without hesitation.

A sharp "snap" was heard, sounding particularly abrupt and jarring in the quiet living room.

For a moment, the entire living room fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone stood frozen in place as if under a spell, and time seemed to stand still at that moment.

Song Jiachen's head snapped to one side due to the impact of the external force, and a few strands of hair fell messily across his forehead, obscuring his eyes, which were originally filled with anger and resentment.

At that moment, he slowly raised his hand to cover his burning cheek, his eyes bloodshot, staring intently at Zhao Man, and squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth: "How dare you hit me?"

After slapping her, Zhao Man felt a surge of remorse.

When she saw Song Jiachen's resentful gaze, she panicked.

Her lips trembled as she stammered, "Son, I'm sorry, Mom didn't mean it, I really didn't mean it..."

However, Song Jiachen was oblivious to all of this. He stood there motionless, staring intently at Zhao Man with an almost hateful gaze, and roared angrily, "You actually hit me for this man! Have you no shame? My father is still lying in the hospital, and you're here flirting with some random guy..."

His face turned bright red, veins bulged on his forehead, and his eyes were wide open, as if they were about to spit fire.

Standing to the side, Chen Bin couldn't stand it any longer. He frowned and said in a serious tone, "Jiachen, that's enough. You can't talk to your mother like that."

Song Jiachen's lips curled up slightly, revealing a disdainful sneer. He roared at Chen Bin, "Who do you think you are? What? You see that our family has some money, so you can't wait to come and fawn over us? Let me tell you, I've seen plenty of people like you, none of them are good. Get out of here right now and never set foot in my house again."

After saying that, he pointed to the door, signaling Chen Bin to leave immediately.

Zhao Man never expected that her usually well-behaved and sensible son would become so extreme and unreasonable.

It felt as if a thousand knives had stabbed her heart, the pain making it hard to breathe.

Tears welled in her eyes, but she fought them back, her voice trembling as she said, "Jiachen, how could you talk to your Uncle Chen like that? He...he is..."

Seeing this, Chen Bin quickly stepped forward, gently patted Zhao Man's shoulder, and interrupted her, saying, "Manman, don't say anymore. The child is still young and doesn't understand. He will understand once he calms down."

But Song Jiachen didn't appreciate it. He just snorted coldly and pressed on, "Speak up, continue. Is there anything you're afraid to say?"

Faced with her son's aggressive questioning, Zhao Man simply lowered her head silently, biting her lip, unsure of where to begin...