Before arriving at the Hua Mansion, she had already ordered an investigation. Despite everything that had happened, Du Zhiqiu remained firmly in her position as the official wife, which showed just how formidable her means were. Moreover, Charles Hua had countless concubines, yet none had ever borne him a child—both Quentin Hua and Wendy Hua were her children. The intrigue behind this was obvious. Calling her a ruthless woman was by no means an exaggeration.
Just ignoring the life and death of her own children is enough to show she’s no good!
She hadn’t asked anyone to look into Quentin Hua’s experiences at the Hua Mansion—out of respect. Even if she wanted to know, she’d wait for him to tell her himself.
Crash! Everything on the table was swept to the floor. Wendy Hua, her face swollen, shouted, "That bastard actually dared to hit me!" Before she could finish, she gasped sharply—the pain in her face was real and intense.
Her face was so swollen that her words were barely intelligible, but the resentment in her tone and the malice in her eyes were unmistakable. That bastard had made her lose face in front of Brother Ren—she would never let him get away with it!
Du Qiyue had always tried to please Wendy Hua, since the Du Family’s business was nothing compared to the Hua Family’s. Wendy had called Quentin Hua a bastard before, but Du Qiyue hadn’t cared much. Yet after meeting Quentin Hua, hearing Wendy curse him now filled her with anger.
To her, Quentin Hua was far more impressive than anyone in the Hua Family. He was the Lotus Sect Master, after all—calling him a bastard? He probably didn’t even care about the Hua Family!
Though angry, she didn’t confront Wendy Hua at that moment. Instead, she thought about finding an opportunity to visit Quentin Hua.
"Wendy..." Du Zhiqiu entered to find the room in chaos and Wendy Hua fuming. She hurried to comfort her, "There, there, don’t be angry. Once we deal with that Lei Ba, I’ll have your father stand up for you!" If not for her daughter, Charles Hua would have long forgotten her—Wendy was practically her lifeline.
"Mother..." Wendy Hua’s eyes brimmed with grievance. "Look at my face, it hurts so much! That bastard is just too hateful!"
Du Qiyue didn’t want to listen any further. She spoke gently, "Aunt, I’m a bit tired. I’d like to go back to my room and rest for a while."
"Go ahead!" Du Zhiqiu was busy comforting Wendy Hua and couldn’t bother with her.
Du Qiyue thought for a moment but didn’t rush to find Quentin Hua. After such a long journey, he was probably exhausted—she’d better not disturb his rest for now.
Lei Ba had given the Hua Family a deadline of two days, so for now, no one came to the Hua Mansion to cause trouble. However, someone was about to make trouble for Quentin Hua!
No matter how she thought about it, Wendy Hua couldn’t accept it. She was the eldest young lady of the Hua Mansion—how could she be bullied by a bastard and not even be allowed to complain?
Roxy Shangguan leaned drowsily against Quentin Hua’s chest, half-asleep, her eyes still closed. Her small mouth kept moving, sipping spoonfuls of Eight Treasure Porridge fed to her in a dreamy haze.
Quentin Hua watched her, the smile at his lips never fading. The maidservant attending them no longer looked at Quentin Hua with her former disdain. A man who doted on his child like this must surely cherish his wife as well. Whoever married him would be truly blessed!
Moreover, although everyone called the young master a bastard, she thought he seemed even more noble than the lord of the house.
This peaceful feeding scene looked so warm, but of course, someone had to come and ruin it.
Wendy Hua led a group of maids and servants inside. Seeing the scene, she laughed brightly, "So doting on your daughter! But I wonder if this little brat is also a bastard?" Her face was less swollen, but still unattractive, and the malice in her smile twisted her features even more. She certainly didn’t look like a lovely young lady.
Quentin Hua lifted his eyes to look at her, open murder in his gaze. Suddenly, he curled his lips into a wicked smile—so devilish that all the maidservants behind Wendy Hua blushed.
Quentin Hua leaned his elbow on the table, lazily propping his head up, his gaze sweeping up and down Wendy Hua. He clicked his tongue and said with a laugh, "Miss Hua, the Hua Mansion isn’t short on money, so why hasn’t Master Hua given you proper nourishment? Looking at you—flat in front and back—even if you had hundreds of men, you couldn’t produce a single bastard! Truly worrying..." As he spoke, his face showed genuine concern.
Ren Xiaoyao happened to walk by the door and overheard this. The corners of his mouth twitched—poisonous, truly poisonous! But seeing Wendy Hua’s twisted face, he could barely hold back his laughter.
Roxy Shangguan, on the other hand, giggled without restraint. She finally opened her eyes, and seeing Wendy Hua so furious she couldn’t speak, rewarded Quentin Hua with a kiss and praised, "Hua Hua, your voice is so nice!"
Quentin Hua’s eyes sparkled. He smiled at her, "Then I’ll let you hear it every day!" He was still the same Quentin Hua—demonic, unmatched, yet cold and ruthless, and his tongue sharper than ever. Watching him spoil Roxy Shangguan, seeing him so easily wrapped around her finger, it was easy to forget what kind of person he truly was.
But in reality, when it came to outsiders, he never knew mercy and never let anyone push him around. Even Blood Wraith, if he was displeased, would be given trouble just to spite him. Let alone a useless, idiotic young lady—anyone hoping to get the better of him was dreaming!
Ren Xiaoyao pushed past the maidservants and servants blocking the doorway, walked right by Wendy Hua, and sat down at the table without ceremony. He said to a nearby maid, "I haven’t had breakfast yet."
The maid, who’d been watching the drama unfold, didn’t know what to do. Hearing Ren Xiaoyao’s request, she hurried off to prepare breakfast for him. She knew very well what her lady thought of this hero, so she didn’t dare slack off.
Wendy Hua was so frustrated she couldn’t swallow or spit out her anger. Seeing Ren Xiaoyao, her eyes welled up with tears as she called out in grievance, "Brother Ren, look at him…"
Quentin Hua glanced at Ren Xiaoyao, his eyes full of disdain. He mocked, "Ren Xiaoyao, don’t tell me you’re interested in a woman like her—no figure, no looks, no talent, absolutely worthless. There are plenty of beautiful women throwing themselves at you, and if you really like this one…" He didn’t finish, but the meaning in his eyes was clear.