After the divorce, I trained my dog, and the scumbag father and son knelt down at my door.

"Take off your dress!" Yan Ziming shouted shrilly, her expression extremely agitated.

His willful and arrogant commanding manner was immediately apparent.

It was so strong that it made others feel uncomfortable.

Everyone couldn't help but frown.

Previously, regarding the matter of framing Yan Niannian, Yan Zimo was able to shift the blame to Xiao Ling, saying that she was not strong-willed and was misled by a villain.

what about now?

What's going on then?

Perhaps, this is her true nature!

Yan Niannian's lips curled into a deeper, mocking smile. "Why should I take it off?"

"How dare you ask!" Yan Ziming's sharp voice rang out. "This dress was clearly bought for me by my father, so why are you wearing it?"

“Your father gave it to me.” With a half-smile, Yan Niannian deliberately emphasized the word “gifted.”

Sure enough, this successfully provoked Yan Zimo once again.

"You're talking nonsense!" Yan Ziming stretched her neck, and in her excitement, she even swore, "Yan Niannian, who do you think you are?"

"Just an orphan who was unwanted since childhood."

"You actually dare to say that this dress was a gift from my dad? Aren't you afraid of biting your tongue in the wind?"

"You must have stolen the dress and put it on when my dad wasn't looking. Take it off, take it off right now."

Almost at the same moment she finished speaking, Yan Ziming reached out and started to pull at Yan Niannian's dress.

Yan Niannian's gaze darkened.

With a dangerous glint in her eyes, she intended to seize the opportunity to slap Yan Ziming across the face.

Let this crazy woman come to her senses.

Unexpectedly, someone beat her to it.

"Enough, Yan Zimo!" The shout landed with a crisp sound.

Snapped!

Yan Zimo lost her balance and stumbled back two steps.

Five finger marks were clearly visible on his right cheek.

Yan Zimo raised her hand to cover her cheek, looking at Yan Xiong in disbelief.

Tears welled up in her eyes, and she asked in a choked voice, "Dad, you...you actually hit me for this woman?"

Yan Xiong's face was even blacker than the bottom of a black pot. "You unfilial daughter, what's wrong with you? You're disgracing the Yan family!"

"I'm not crazy!" Yan Ziming said, her face full of humiliation and resentment. "It was her! It was that wicked woman who stole the dress that you specially bought for me, Dad."

What's wrong with me wanting to come back?

steal?

Staring at her grotesque and distorted face, Yan Xiong felt a chill in his heart.

Although he wasn't close to this adopted daughter, since he had adopted her when she was young and concealed her identity as an adopted daughter from the outside world, saying that she was his eldest daughter who had been found.

When she is out in public, she represents the Yan family.

Therefore, Yan Xiong never skimped on Yan Zimo's education.

From a young age, she was sent to the best private schools and had top-notch tutors.

All the lavish investments were made in the hope of cultivating a lady from a distinguished family.

But the result?

They actually raised a two-faced, vicious, and utterly insulting person.

This is so disappointing.

Yan Xiong's voice was cold, and he reprimanded her without any politeness: "Yan Zimo, watch your words."

"Our Yan family doesn't have such ill-mannered people!"

Upon hearing this, Yan Ziming swayed as if she were about to collapse.

She bit her lip hard.

Her lips were bitten raw, and a faint smell of blood lingered between Yan Ziming's lips and teeth.

It felt like a heavy stone was pressing on my chest.

I'm so sad I can't breathe!

What she didn't understand was that, no matter what, she was still Yan Xiong's daughter!

How could he... how could he say such... such harsh words to Yan Niannian in public?

why?

Why are they all siding with Yan Niannian?

Zhuo Yuchen is, and so is his father...

"Yan Zimo, apologize to Miss Yan!" Yan Xiong didn't care about her thoughts, and spoke with his hands behind his back, leaving no room for argument.

Yan Niannian glanced at Yan Xiong.

Ah!

He has strong moral principles and always stands up for what is right, not his own family.

Is a character.

I just don't understand how such an upright head of the family could have given birth to such a morally corrupt daughter.

It's truly heartbreaking!

Yan Ziming stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

Her fists clenched so tightly they cracked, and her expression grew even more ferocious as she felt increasingly irritated.

Apologize?

Are you going to make her apologize to Yan Niannian in public again?

Why?

Does Dad hate her that much that he has to humiliate her in public like this?

"Dad!" With tears welling up in her eyes, Yan Ziming shouted sharply, "Why are you always siding with this wicked woman!"

"She's a slut who uses her looks to seduce men everywhere."

"Don't let her fool you."

"Besides, you clearly bought this dress for me..."

However, before Yan Zimo could even utter the words, "She doesn't deserve to wear it at all, Dad, hurry up and find someone to take it off for her," Yan Xiong interrupted her.

"Who said I bought this dress for you?"

"What? It wasn't bought for me?"

Yan Zimo was stunned.

Her eyes widened in confusion for a moment.

Immediately, he subconsciously widened his eyes, trying to see something on Yan Xiong's face.

Dad... Dad must be angry with me, that's why he said that on purpose.

Correct!

That must be it!

however……

Yan Zimo's heart sank to the bottom little by little.

Hope broken.

Because Yan Xiong's expression was cold and his eyes were distant, he seemed oblivious to all her suffering.

He just stared at her coldly.

She clenched her fist slightly, trying to retain the last bit of warmth in her palm, because at this moment Yan Ziming knew better than anyone else that Yan Xiong was not lying.

This prized possession of the store really...really wasn't bought for myself!

Who was it bought for?

With this question lingering in her mind, Yan Ziming inexplicably turned her head to look at Yan Niannian beside her.

The store's prized possession looked so perfect on her, dazzling and radiant.

Even if Yan Niannian does nothing and just stands there quietly, she becomes a queen standing out from the crowd with just a simple breath.

She outshone all the socialites present.

And that dress... it seemed as if it was specially prepared for her.

The moment this terrifying thought crossed her mind, Yan Ziming panicked. She instinctively blurted out, "Then...who is it for?"

"This is for Miss Yan."

"What?" Even though she was mentally prepared, Yan Ziming was still severely shocked.

His body swayed.

She stumbled back a few steps, shaking her head violently, "Impossible, impossible, this is absolutely impossible..."

"You don't even know Yan Niannian, so why did you buy her such an expensive dress?"

A few seconds later, Yan Ziming, who was showing signs of collapse, suddenly let out a loud "Aww".

Her voice was sharp and piercing.

It was incredibly jarring.

Immediately, this caused everyone else to frown in disgust.