C3 Shameless Mother and Daughter!

Upon seeing Meng Weiwei, Mo Wanxi's eyes blazed with fury. "Perfect timing, I've been looking to have it out with you. Explain yourself! Why did you conspire against me last night?"

"What are you rambling about? Who conspired against you?" Meng Weiwei retorted, unfazed as if she were a pig not scared of scalding water.

"Wanxi, you can't just throw around accusations. Our Weiwei is such a well-behaved girl; how could she possibly plot against you?" Meng Lijuan chimed in defensively.

"You're denying it? You think I'm powerless against you?" The stubborn denial from the mother and daughter duo fueled Mo Wanxi's rage. In a swift motion, she slapped Meng Weiwei across the face.

Meng Weiwei stood her ground, absorbing the sting of the slap without flinching.

The sharp pain on her cheek brought tears to her eyes, mirroring the drama of the moment.

Witnessing her daughter's mistreatment, Meng Lijuan stepped forward, seizing Mo Wanxi's hand. "Wanxi, why on earth did you hit Weiwei? What did she ever do to deserve this?"

Meng Lijuan's voice was laced with concern, but her grip was merciless as she pinched Mo Wanxi's hand hard. In pain, Mo Wanxi shoved Meng Lijuan away.

Meng Lijuan had anticipated this reaction. She stumbled backward, her head striking the coffee table, and blood began to ooze from the wound.

Meng Weiwei screamed, "Mom! Mom, are you okay? Mo Wanxi, how could you do this to my mom?"

Mo Zhendong, having just dressed, opened the door to the alarming sight of Meng Lijuan on the floor. He rushed over, "Lijuan? Lijuan, what happened?"

"I'm alright, it's just that Weiwei..." Mo Zhendong, hearing her words, glanced at Meng Weiwei and noticed the distinct imprint of five fingers on her face.

Mo Zhendong's expression darkened. "What happened to your face?"

"Zhendong, don't be harsh on Wanxi. She was just too worked up," Lin Meizhen interjected, the cunning woman feigning concern for Mo Wanxi.

While making her plea, she stealthily eyed Meng Weiwei.

Meng Weiwei caught the silent message and, with tears streaming down her face, turned to Mo Zhendong. "Dad, I can handle being hit. It's not the first time Mo Wanxi has treated me this way. But what about Mom? Can't you see how Mo Wanxi is treating her? How long will you let Mom suffer like this?"

"Dad?" Meng Weiwei's unexpected use of the word stunned Mo Wanxi. Her mind struggled to process it. "What did you just say? You called him 'dad'?"

"Isn't he my dad?" Meng Weiwei responded.

"Weiwei, stop talking nonsense!" Meng Lijuan interjected just in time.

"Dad, when will you stop keeping secrets? If you won't consider my mom's feelings, at least think about mine. Do you really want me to live as an illegitimate daughter forever, unable to hold my head high?" Meng Weiwei, ignoring Meng Lijuan's plea, voiced her grievances through tears.

Mo Zhendong was both furious and frustrated. The truth, like a fire, couldn't be contained by paper. The secret was bound to come out, so he might as well come clean to Mo Wanxi.

Turning to Mo Wanxi, Mo Zhendong confessed, "Wanxi, I've been with your Aunt Meng for a long time. And Weiwei, she's not a stranger—she's your older sister!"

"What?" Mo Wanxi was flabbergasted, staring at Mo Zhendong in disbelief.

With a hint of remorse on his face, Mo Zhendong continued, "Wanxi, I'm to blame for all of this. When I married your mother, Lijuan was already pregnant. I had no idea she actually had Weiwei. I've failed them both. I was worried about how you'd take it, so I kept it from you. But now that it's out in the open, from this day forward, we'll officially be a family..."

Mo Wanxi couldn't accept what Mo Zhendong was saying. She cut him off sharply.

"Dad, how can you even say such a thing? Who's family with whom? I'll have you know, I will never reconcile with that woman and her daughter!"