Eighties Sweetheart Wife-Chapter 602: Infuriating Him to Death

It’s not just about having money to get involved.

It also requires status and identity.

Just these two requirements elevate the West Mountain Villa District to a very high position.

Song Yunuan is really good at hyping things up.

Zhong Daqiao was holding the receiver; it was Song Yunuan who had just called him.

Knowing it was Song Yunuan, he didn’t want to answer, but he also didn’t dare not to.

But Song Yunuan was just a front; the one he ended up talking to was Zhong Shaoqing, that scourge.

These two must be in cahoots.

In response to Zhong Shaoqing’s words, he said through gritted teeth with obvious irritation, "Isn’t it not time yet? What’s the rush? Isn’t it all yours? Who else could snatch it away?"

Zhong Shaoqing sneered in his heart.

This is how Zhong Daqiao talks at such times.

From the moment he made him live a life less than human, he never thought that these things belonged to him.

He believed they belonged to him and Zhong Tianci.

He even couldn’t understand how Zhong Daqiao could be so shameless?

Actually thinking everything from the Hai family was his.

Zhong Shaoqing mockingly said, "If it weren’t for my maternal grandfather and my mom, how could you, Zhong Daqiao, have your life today? What they left for me is naturally mine. This reluctant tone of yours, seems a bit inappropriate, doesn’t it?"

Zhong Daqiao: ...

His face turned red in an instant, the thing he least wanted to hear in his life was that everything he now had was thanks to the Hai family.

Enraged, he said, "You scourge, what are you saying? Have I done nothing? What do my years of hard work count for?"

Zhong Shaoqing laughed scornfully, "Many people want to work hard, but not everyone can live the life you do.

They say ’Don’t forget who dug the well when you drink from it.’ I find that there are many in this world who eat their fill and then curse their provider.

Aren’t you, Zhong Daqiao, just like that?

Ever since my mom died, you’ve refused to mention anything about the Hai family, as if all your wealth and social status were conjured up out of thin air.

If you cared so much about face, why didn’t you start from scratch to make your fortune back then?

You had your beloved, you even had children together, yet you married my mom for wealth and status. What, all the men in the world died out? Only you, Zhong Daqiao, were left?

Or are you saying my mom couldn’t get married without you?

Are you Zhong Daqiao some deity reincarnated? Could I, Hai Shaoqing, not have been born without you, Zhong Daqiao?

What kind of life I should live was determined long before I was born. And it has nothing to do with you. It’s likely that without you, my maternal grandfather and my mom might not even have died.

Anyway, I’m not in a rush now, after all, my illness is cured, and I have plenty of time to investigate the true cause of my maternal grandfather and mom’s deaths.

If I find out my mom and grandfather were harmed, I’ll flay, debone, and rip out the hearts of the ones responsible!"

Zhong Shaoqing rattled off a torrent of accusations, leaving Song Yunuan standing by his side stunned. free𝑤ebnovel.com

Then she caught on to a key point.

Hai Shaoqing?

Since when did Zhong Shaoqing change his surname?

In fact, Song Yunuan thought it was quite suitable for him to have the surname Hai; she had mentioned it to Zhong Shaoqing in passing. It was just that the current Zhong Shaoqing was a very special existence.

Because of Song Yunuan, he has been living in Beidu all this time.

And on documents like guarantor certifications, the signature was that of Gu Huai’an.

But Zhong Shaoqing’s identity card is from Xiangjiang.

Changing one’s surname isn’t that simple.

She really hadn’t heard Zhong Shaoqing mention anything about this before.

But she found the name Hai Shaoqing quite pleasant to the ear, so she gave Zhong Shaoqing a thumbs up.

Then there was Zhong Daqiao on the other end, seething as if his head was about to explode with anger.

After all this time, it was the first time he heard this scourge speak so much to him, but it was all sarcastic, mocking, and unpleasant.

The scourge even dared to threaten him; had his wings grown strong enough to defy the heavens?

Zhong Daqiao wanted to smash the phone violently. But as he was about to throw it, he had to grip the receiver tightly instead.

Because he suddenly remembered that the person next to this scourge was Song Yunuan.

That girl held considerable influence in Xiangjiang.

Don’t be fooled by her youth or the fact that she wasn’t from Xiangjiang; just one word from her, and he estimated that someone would come looking for a heart-to-heart conversation with him that night.

No, no, that’s not the point. The point is what this scourge just said his name was—Hai Shaoqing.

"What did you just say your name was? Say it again to me," he demanded.

Zhong Shaoqing said indifferently, "Listen carefully, from now on my name is Hai Shaoqing. I’m following my mother’s surname. I’m a person who despises poverty, adores wealth, and thinks highly of himself. I feel that your old Zhong family is too ordinary. There’s nothing noteworthy about your previous generation, and I really look down on it.

I truly don’t understand how my grandfather ever agreed to your marriage to my mom. My mom was young and naive, surely tricked by you. Then, to spare my mother’s feelings, my grandfather had no choice but to consent.

But I can’t do it. I’m extremely contemptuous and disdainful. Look at your name, so crude, Zhong Daqiao. Why didn’t you call yourself Zhong Highway?

It’s clear that someone uncultured chose your name.

Once I’ve inherited my mommy’s estate, I will go back to Xiangjiang and change my surname."

Zhong Daqiao was so enraged he nearly exploded, shaking all over. He bellowed into the phone, "So what if you change your surname to Hai? What does it matter if you look down on my Zhong surname? Isn’t the blood of Zhong Daqiao still running through your veins?"

Hai Shaoqing laughed, but the humor didn’t reach his eyes. His voice was icy and filled with deep-seated hatred, "Have you forgotten when I was fifteen, how Zhong Tianci forced me to slit my wrists, almost bleeding to death? Zhong Daqiao, I feel that the blood I had from you has long since drained from my body.

In the future, don’t call me that scourge anymore; it makes me sick just hearing it.

Alright, I won’t waste words with you. Just letting you know to prepare yourself mentally."

After that, Zhong Shaoqing—ah, from now on he should be called Hai Shaoqing—casually hung up.

Song Yunuan blinked her eyes.

Hai Shaoqing wasn’t like before, easily getting teary-eyed. Now, he was calm—even smiling at Song Yunuan.

Song Yunuan always felt something was off.

After pondering for a long time, she suddenly widened her eyes and stared at Hai Shaoqing: "Why do I feel that the tone, style, and words you used just now are so similar to those of Grandma Song?"

Embarrassed, Hai Shaoqing scratched his head and spoke in a weak voice, "I always chat with Grandma Song. I find her words make a lot of sense... so I remembered them, and today, when I got the chance, I used them on Zhong Daqiao. It felt exceptionally satisfying."

Song Yunuan: ...

I wonder if Grandma knows?

But if Grandma found out, she’d surely curse Zhong Daqiao dead.

The elderly lady hates that kind of man the most.

He made his fortune through his wife, yet acts as if he’s been insulted.

If he had any real ambition, he would have started from scratch on his own strength and independence.

Instead of playing both sides.

Some say that women shouldn’t pity or coddle men, because that leads to unhappiness!