Chapter 109

"It really is you, Ling Jing!"0

Zhao Huaimin's eyes suddenly widened.0

"Why are you pretending? Don't you know he's back?"0

Luo Qilan sneered at Zhao Huaimin with a gloomy face.0

"I was wondering why you remained so calm after Yan'er died. So it's because this bastard has returned.0

Well, you lost one son, but you still have another one, don't you, Zhao Huaimin?0

Even though he's the child of a shameless escort, he's still your spawn!0

Haha, poor Yan'er, he died so miserably, and his father has already forgotten about him!"0

Luo Qilan laughed and cried as if she had lost her mind.0

"What nonsense are you spouting? I had no idea he was back!"0

Zhao Huaimin's nostrils flared in anger, as if smoke might come out.0

He glared at Ling Jing with an displeased expression.0

"Why are you here? Weren't you in the hospital?"0

This son was the stain on his life. How could he possibly like him?0

"Hospital? Heh..." A faint mockery tugged at Ling Jing's lips. "So you knew I was in the hospital? Are you disappointed that I didn't die?"0

"You insolent brat! Is this how you speak to me?"0

"What attitude do you expect from me? Gentle and respectful? Servile and submissive?" Ling Jing's eyes narrowed. "Take a good look at yourself. Are you worthy of that?"0

"I am your father!"0

"Hah, where was this 'father' when I, a perfectly normal person, was falsely accused of being mentally ill by this vicious woman and forcibly committed to a mental hospital?0

Where was this 'father' when I was being electrocuted, beaten, injected, and force-fed drugs?0

Now you want me to play the role of a filial son in your little act? It's too late!0

You think I'm still that little boy who followed you around, begging for even a glance?0

Heh... That person died long ago!0

He died in that tiny room in the mental hospital!"0

Ling Jing's words made Zhao Huaimin's pupils dilate in shock.0

He glared furiously at Luo Qilan, "Is what he's saying true? He wasn't sick, and you forcibly sent him to a mental hospital?"0

"Ha? You're asking me now?" Luo Qilan looked at him with amusement.0

"Didn't you tacitly approve of this? Don't tell me you didn't know?0

Zhao Huaimin frowned and snorted coldly.0

"Brother? What brother do I have?0

Oh~ You mean that precious son of yours who either scalded me with hot water or forced me to eat dog food?0

Doesn't someone like that... deserve to die?"0

Ling Jing curved his lips into a wicked smile.0

"My little one here was doing a public service. How can you kill her? You should be giving her an award."0

"You!"0

Zhao Huaimin's face turned ashen, his chest heaving.0

"Ling Jing! You bastard! You should have died along with your whore of a mother! Ahhh, I'll kill you both!"0

The triggered Luo Qilan grabbed a nearby chair and swung it towards Yun Xiaoxiao and Ling Jing.0

"Bang!"0

Before the chair could land, it exploded mid-air.0

Debris scattered everywhere.0

"Ugh... let... let go of me..."0

Beneath the debris, Ling Jing's form moved swiftly. Before anyone could react, he flashed in front of Luo Qilan.0

He grabbed her by the throat, lifting her off the ground.0

Luo Qilan's face immediately turned red, struggling to breathe. She frantically clawed at Ling Jing's hand, trying to pry it loose.0

"You've lived long enough. Since you miss your son so much, I'll do you a favor and send you to reunite with him."0

Ling Jing tilted his chin up wickedly, his light blue eyes gradually becoming bloodthirsty as his grip tightened.0

"Let her go immediately, she's your mother!"0

Zhao Huaimin was also shocked.0

He hadn't expected Ling Jing to be so powerful.0

But he absolutely couldn't allow a son killing his mother to happen. It would further tarnish his reputation in the base.0

With multiple factions eyeing his position, if he had another scandal, his subordinates would lose even more faith in him, making his situation even more precarious.0

So, he couldn't allow this to happen.0

He commanded Ling Jing self-righteously.0

In his memory, Ling Jing was still that little boy who would obediently listen to him with just a glare.0

Although the other's temper had changed to the point where he felt somewhat unfamiliar, a father was still a father!0