The Tycoon Has A Secret Crush On Me-Chapter 2050 - 2572: Counterattack
"As the saying goes, whether it’s a mule or a horse, we’ll find out when it’s put to the test. Who exactly is the king here? That’s still up in the air."
The one who laughs last is the true victor, isn’t that right?
Fan’s mother walked up to Fan Rou, didn’t say a word, and slapped her: "I’ve spoiled you too much lately, so you don’t know how to respect your mother anymore, is that it?"
Mother? Did she ever consider herself her mother?
Fan Rou’s lips curled up in a mocking arc, but she lowered her head.
She’s always been adaptable, as Ye Ranran said, when you don’t have enough strength to instantly kill your opponent, it’s better to play dumb.
Dignity, pride, and the like are worthless in the face of survival.
Yes, she was this shameless, willing to do anything just to stay alive.
Because living meant there was hope, because living, she could witness their final downfall.
And because she was alive, there was a future.
"Get lost, don’t show up in front of me." Fan’s mother mainly couldn’t stand Fan Rou’s entitled attitude.
When she lowered her head, she felt a sense of disinterest again.
Fan Rou shot a glance at Jia Shanliang on the sofa.
Jia Shanliang immediately stood up and followed behind Fan Rou, heading upstairs.
After Fan Er had picked her up from the hospital, he brought her home and placed her in the last room on the second floor.
Just opposite Fan Rou’s room.
That room was slightly better than Fan Rou’s; at least it had some sunlight for a very short time during the day.
While Fan Rou’s room had no sunlight at all; opening the window only revealed a wall.
Was she not aggrieved? Didn’t she want to fight back? Didn’t she want a better room?
The question is, can an arm wrestle against a thigh?
People should be realistic.
"Did I say you could leave?" As Jia Shanliang just stood up, Fan’s mother blocked her path.
She stared at Jia Shanliang with a menacing gaze, as if ready to devour her.
Jia Shanliang instinctively covered her stomach, took two steps back, barely steadied herself, and found her voice to say: "This is your grandson, don’t hurt him."
"If he weren’t my grandson, do you think you’d still be standing here unharmed?"
"Do you believe me if I say I have a hundred ways to torture you?"
Fan’s mother picked up the newspaper on the table: "I don’t want to see news like this again, otherwise beware of your own skin."
"It wasn’t me." Jia Shanliang denied instinctively.
"Do you still not understand what I’m saying? Whether or not you did it, I don’t want to see these kinds of news again."
Fan’s mother’s words were very clear, when going out, no matter how Fan Er treated her, she had to put on a smile.
"In a performance, one person can’t act alone. Even if I act warmly and he stays cold, how could others not notice? If you’ve done it, then don’t be afraid of others finding out."
After the fear, Jia Shanliang was ready to risk it all.
Those in shoes fear the barefooted. She had nothing now, her life was the most valuable thing left.
Since they didn’t plan to spare her life, why should she let them live comfortably?
At that moment, Jia Shanliang realized Fan Rou was right; she should cling to any leverage she could to make her life a bit better.
"I think you got it wrong, it’s not me who wronged you, it’s you who wronged me. If your precious son hadn’t forced himself on me, would I be clinging to you?"
