"Baby, you are my mother's only daughter. Why doesn't my mother feel sorry for you? As early as the first time you brought Murong Qingzhen to our home, I had secretly sent someone to collect all his resume.
Although the two of them did not register the marriage in a legal sense, he enshrined her tablet in the ancestral hall of his home. As for the title written on the tablet, I think you must be more knowledgeable than me.
Clear, right?"
When her mother mentioned this, Sheng Jinghua, who had been confident before, couldn't help but lower her head. She bit her lip for a long time, and finally replied unwillingly: "Yes, at that time I proposed to go back to the Murong family's ancestral home to worship him.
Parents, he reluctantly agreed. On that day, I saw the sign, and it said...Murong Qingzhen's original wife, Jiang Zimo!"
Sheng's mother sighed again, with a hint of resentment in her tone.
"I am the wife of my first wife, but what about you? What are you? Filling in a house? Extending the marriage? Baby, our Sheng family has held you in the palm of our hands since the day you were born, and we have never let you suffer any injustice.
Now that you have grown up, you are willing to endure such shame and humiliation for a man! If I hadn't asked you today, would you have continued to hide it from your family and live with him with this unrecognized status?
"
Sheng's mother's tone was already a bit cold and stern. Sheng Jinghua did not expect her mother to have such a violent reaction, and was speechless for a moment. Just when she was about to open her mouth to defend Murong Qingzhen, the door of the study was blocked.
People pushed hard.
Father Sheng walked in with a livid face. He picked up the photos on the desk and looked at them. Then he slapped them hard with his palm, his chest heaving and saying: "What a bastard! Murong Qingzhen, how dare he neglect you like this?
Don't worry, baby, dad will definitely make the decision for you and ask him to remove that woman's tablet from the Murong family's ancestral hall!"
When Sheng's mother saw her husband suddenly barging in, she was somewhat unexpected. She frowned and signaled the servants outside the door to step back. She softened her expression, walked over and said softly: "Old Qi, this
You leave this matter to me first. You men, you know how to shout and kill all day long. Do you think your son-in-law is one of your soldiers? You call this person over so forcefully, Murong Qing
Will he listen to you obediently? Don't forget, he is a top student from an Ivy League school. It is absolutely impossible to deal with such a person forcefully. Besides, isn't the baby still reluctant to let him go? You really pushed him
Don't worry, when the time comes he thinks of ways to neglect your baby girl, what will you do to compensate the baby?"
Before Sheng's father spoke, Sheng Jinghua nodded hurriedly and agreed: "Yes, Dad, Qingzhen has a very stubborn temper. If he doesn't want to do something, it's useless even if you force him with a gun. You can't allow it."
Go scold him. If you scold him, I will get angry with you!"
Father Sheng's eyes widened. He turned around in a circle and looked at his wife and daughter. He was so angry that he almost fainted.