Reborn Aristocrat: Return of the Vicious Heiress Chapter 504 - You Bastard, How Dare You Touch Me

Chapter 504: You Bastard, How Dare You Touch Me
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Wen Haowen was engulfed with panic when they arrived at the hospital. He was pacing back and forth anxiously.
Upon sight of Wen Xinya, Wen Haowen flew into a rage and glowered at her. “Wen Xinya, what are you doing here? Get lost immediately, get lost…”
Wen Xinya stood rooted to the ground and stared at the gynecologist’s office coldly. She merely wanted to verify if Ning Shuqian was actually pregnant and find out more about her condition. Besides, it would seem like she was guilty if she were to stay away, for Ning Shuqian had already accused her earlier on.
Wen Xinya stayed silent and allowed Wen Haowen to continue lashing out at her. “Wen Xinya, you actually still have the cheek to show up here after all you did to your Aunt Ning. I told you to get lost. Did you hear me?”
Ning Shuqian had already been in the treatment room for more than half an hour. Wen Haowen could not keep his cool or get a grip on his emotions at the thought of the possibility that she might have a miscarriage.
Keeping her eyes fixed on the exasperated Wen Haowen, Wen Xinya said, “Father, like I said before, Aunt Ning’s fall has nothing to do with me. We’d better hear what the doctor says later.”
She still could not figure out why Ning Shuqian’s stomach began to hurt right after she fell intentionally. Although she had already guessed that Ning Shuqian was framing her, it was a matter of fact that Ning Shuqian’s pulse was erratic and she had an acute stomachache.
Ning Shuqian’s trump card was the fetus in her womb. Once she gave birth to a child, her status in the Wen Family would not be threatened even if it was not guaranteed that she would always be Mrs. Wen. If she were to really be pregnant, how could she allow anything to happen to her fetus?
Everything was all a coincidence.
“You’re still trying to defend yourself,” said Wen Haowen, who flew into a rage at the moment he heard her words. Turning beet red, he dashed forward in a bid to hit Wen Xinya.
Wen Xinya staggered backward. Wen Haowen had hit her when she was trying to take Ning Shuqian’s pulse at the gala earlier on. She was afraid that Wen Haowen would hit her again and she definitely wouldn’t give him the chance to.
“You bastard!” Wen Haowen hollered with reddened eyes, appearing extremely cold and menacing. He then tried to hit her again.
Realizing that she could not dodge, Wen Xinya hurriedly grabbed Wen Haowen’s arm and said, “Father, you’ve hit me again and again. Aren’t you just abusing your authority as my father?”
Her voice was cold and monotonous, though she sounded a little self-depreciative. It seemed to show the feelings of vulnerability that she felt deep down.
However, Wen Haowen ignored her and tried to retract his hand which had already gone numb because of her tight grip. “Wen Xinya, you bastard. Let go of me!”
Wen Xinya’s pale lips curled into a smile and she grabbed tightly onto Wen Haowen’s arm. “Wen Haowen, if I’m a bastard, what does that make you?”
Wen Haowen’s eyes widened and he hollered sternly. “You’re just asking for death.”
Wen Xinya ignored him and smirked derisively. “Wen Haowen, not only are you unfit to be a husband, you’re not fit to be a father too. You really aren’t. I feel really ashamed to have a father like you.”
Wen Xinya definitely wasn’t stronger than the adult Wen Haowen. However, she managed to numb his arm by pressing on a pressure point.
Wen Haowen was greatly angered by Wen Xinya’s words and he glared at her menacingly with resentment in his eyes. It was as if he wanted to devour her. He then swung his other hand towards her.
Seemingly having already expected it, Wen Xinya let go of Wen Haowen’s hand and grabbed the other one that was being swung toward her, squeezing it and dangling it in the air.
“Ah… it hurts!” Wen Haowen hurriedly clutched his waist and took a few steps back. He screeched. “Wen Xinya, you evil soul, bastard, unfilial daughter. How dare you lay a finger on me?”
There was a mix of agony and pain in Wen Haowen’s voice as he panted heavily while glaring at Wen Xinya menacingly. He could not believe that she was so brazen as to hit him.
“Hahahaha…” Wen Xinya laughed coldly and drawled menacingly. “Like I said, you’re not fit to be my father. So… do you really think that I’d let you hit me brazenly?”
Wen Haowen glared at her and said, “You… such heresy!”
Wen Haowen had never seen such a sinister and ruthless side of Wen Xinya before. It was as if she had become a whole different person. She was no longer that teenager whom he could manipulate. She was terrifying and had a commanding aura.
“Hahahaha…” Wen Xinya suddenly guffawed in a high pitched voice. Staring at Wen Haowen in contempt, she retorted. “The very reason why you have such a rebellious daughter like me is that you’re cold, cruel and heartless.”
The last bit of kindness and benevolence she had for Wen Haowen had long vanished when Wen Haowen slapped her during the gala. Since they had openly fallen out, there was no need for her to show him any more mercy or kindness. Neither did she have to be mindful of her manners for the sake of respecting his status as her father.
Wen Haowen felt a dull ache in his wrist, reminding him of how he had just been defeated by his daughter. He was filled with anger, awkwardness, frustration, and resentment. “Wen Xinya, get lost immediately. I don’t have a daughter like you. I’ll publish an announcement in the newspapers tomorrow to tell everyone that I have severed ties with you. I’ll let them know how treacherous you are.”
Wen Xinya guffawed and retorted. “Father, listen up. It doesn’t matter whether or not you acknowledge me as your daughter. Anyway, I’ve never treated you like my father anyway. Neither have I expected you to be kind to me.”
That only happened in the previous lifetime! She thought to herself.
The pain in Wen Haowen’s wrist debilitated him, causing Wen Haowen’s face to be twisted into a grimace and his temples to throb continuously. He was on the verge of storming off.