Chapter 775 - I’m Here For My Wife (4)

Chapter 775: I’m Here For My Wife (4)

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
The servant was apparently newly hired and didn’t know who An Xiaxia was. However, she looked horrified when she saw An Xiaxia’s face.
Why did this woman remind her so much of that person in the paintings she had thrown out?
She stammered. “They’re in the bin…”
An Xiaxia stared at Chu Zhiyun. Instead of cringing with guilt, Chu Zhiyun stuck out her chest and said, “What’s wrong with cleaning out my house?”
“Heh.” An Xiaxia sneered, then quickly went out into the yard to the garbage bin.
It was filled with garbage. Because of the banquet, the bins were overflowing with stinking trash consisting of wine bottles and food waste.
An Xiaxia fumbled through the garbage before finally discovering the paintings in a large black plastic bag.
The fine frames had long been smashed. In the paintings, Zhong Yue’s smile was as stunning as ever, but the paintings were covered with stains.
Tears welled up in An Xiaxia’s eyes. She had guessed correctly. The paintings Chu Zhiyun had asked the servant to throw away were indeed of her mother!
Zhong Yue’s portraits had been stashed away in a few places in Mr. Song’s bedroom and study.
As soon as he was gone, Chu Zhiyun found all of the paintings and threw them away.
An Xiaxia put the paintings somewhere clean on the lawn before marching back into the banquet. She slapped Chu Zhiyun hard in the face.
“Ahhh —” That caused a commotion in the hall right away. The impact threw Chu Zhiyun to the floor. She was surprised at first, but her tears came soon enough. “Xiaxia… I’m your stepmother at least. I know you don’t like me, but was hitting me necessary?”
“That’s right. It’s so inappropriate on an occasion like this!”
“Why is her dress so dirty? She stinks…”
“Shhh, keep your voice down… She’s the Song family heiress and the last person you want to piss off in this world!”
An Xiaxia smiled broadly. “Chu Zhiyun, you’re so good at this! I don’t get this party. Are you announcing to the world that your husband is dead? Well, maybe that’s exactly what you want. After planning all these years, you finally got what you wanted and you need to show off. Are you happy now?”
Chu Zhiyun’s cheeks were streaked with tears. “Is that what you think of me? I’ve cared for nothing but your father and this family, but you…”
Her crying face was so pretty and her weeping so pitiful that most of the guests hesitated to take sides.
Seeing that Chu Zhiyun had been slapped, Song Qingwan stepped out and yelled, “What are you doing in my house? Go away! You’re not welcome here!”
Why, this was her house now? Why hadn’t she dared say so when Mr. Song was still around?
“This is not your house! My grandfather gave it to my mother as a gift before she was married, which means it’s a prenuptial property. After she passed away, the house naturally came to me! Who are you to give orders here?” An Xiaxia smiled coldly. “You’ve trespassed on my property and held a party without my permission. I’ve called the police before coming here. No one is leaving here today!”
The stars and starlets were dumbfounded. Police?
It would be such a scandal if the paparazzi got wind of this!
“Miss Chu, are you kidding me? You set us up!”
“That’s right. Sort it out for us now! My boys still have a public event to go to!”
“Tch… This is so typical of a mistress. She’s eager to grab the spotlight, but got mud all over her face instead…”
Listening to all the complaints and ridicule, Chu Zhiyun clenched her fists.
Song Qingwan was vexed. She smashed a champagne glass, picked up a shard, and pounced at An Xiaxia. “You bitch! You’re not ruining our day!”