Wu Song had naturally heard Wu Dalin's commotion a long time ago but simply didn't pay it any mind.

However, Wu Yuling only just heard it.

She was so startled that she shivered, goosebumps rising all over her body.

Although she was extremely resentful of Wu Dalin, if she were caught in such a compromising scene with Wu Song by him, she wouldn't know how to explain it.

She didn't know how she would face Wu Dalin afterward.

After all, Wu Song had already embarrassed Wu Dalin, and their conflict was almost public knowledge in the village.

Yet, her daughter ended up being involved with Wu Song; this was even more humiliating for Wu Dalin than his affair with Widow Liu being exposed.

"You, get up quickly!" Wu Yuling urged Wu Song anxiously.

Wu Song's shaft was still plunged into Wu Yuling's petite entrance, and no matter how she struggled, she couldn't break free.

In no time, Wu Yuling was so desperate that she began to sweat.

Wu Song decided not to tease her further, took a step back, and withdrew.

Wu Yuling exhaled deeply, quickly pulled up her pants, not even bothering to wipe her crotch.

She hurriedly sat on the couch, playing with her phone, assuming an attitude of doing something legitimate.

While Wu Song loudly responded to Wu Dalin, "Your father's car."

"Damn it, Wu Song?" Wu Dalin fumed, pushing open the door and entered the house.

He angrily asked, "What are you doing here in my house?"

Wu Song was tempted to say screwing your wife and daughter, but he didn't voice it, simply glancing at Wu Yuling.

Wu Yuling's cheeks flushed slightly, feeling very embarrassed.

Then shamefaced and annoyed, she glared at Wu Dalin and said, "I invited him! What do you have to say about that? This is your home, but it's also my home. Can't I invite someone over?"

Wu Dalin was immensely frustrated, glaring at Wu Yuling, speaking coldly, "You're eighteen now, an adult, you can leave!"

Wu Yuling was stunned, incredulously staring at Wu Dalin, "What did you say? Are you trying to kick me out? Sever the father-daughter relationship?"

Wang Damei, eavesdropping behind the door, was so anxious that she was almost stomping her feet, nearly unable to stop herself from rushing out of the room to confront Wu Dalin.

Wu Dalin sneered, "Look at the crap you've done. Don't you know Wu Song and I are enemies? And yet you still flirt with him? Are you planning to indulge him in bed?"

Wu Yuling was so angry that her chest felt like it would explode, but she was powerless to refute, because she had indeed slept with Wu Song.

But being humiliated and accused like this by Wu Dalin, and recalling his recent indifference and lack of understanding, Wu Yuling started crying from the injustice.

"Fine, you want me gone, right? I'll leave right now!" Wu Yuling, full of anger, stood up and went into her room to pack her clothes.

Seizing the opportunity, Wang Damei burst out of her room and slammed the door shut behind her. She turned back to glare at Wu Dalin, striding over and slapping him hard across the face, shouting angrily, "What kind of useless man are you? No skills at all, just bullying your daughter! If you have the guts, kick me out as well!"

Wu Dalin, getting slapped in front of Wu Song, completely lost it, eyes red with rage. He swung back at Wang Damei, "You bitch, you're siding with outsiders!"

Wang Damei was taken aback, not expecting Wu Dalin would actually lay a hand on her.

Normally, this guy was just a pushover.

When she cursed him, he just listened.

If she denied him, he didn't dare force himself on her.

And today, he dared to hit back?

Wang Damei, unable to react immediately, didn't have time to dodge.

She could only instinctively close her eyes and turn her head.

But it was already too late.

Wu Dalin's hand was already in front of her, and she could feel the breeze of the slap.

Smack!

A crisp sound rang out.

But Wang Damei didn't feel the sting on her face.

So what was with that noise?

Opening her eyes in surprise, she saw Wu Dalin's arm being gripped by Wu Song.

His palm was less than a finger's width from her face.

The breeze of the slap rested on her skin.

If it had hit her, her face would definitely have swollen red, making it impossible to step out for a while.

But that wasn't the main issue, the main issue was getting slapped in the face!

Getting slapped by Wu Dalin!

How outrageous.

Wang Damei immediately became extremely agitated, raising her hand to give Wu Dalin another slap, cursing, "Wu Dalin, are you crazy? How dare you hit me!"

"F***!"

Wu Dalin was absolutely enraged, how dare Wu Song intervene when he was disciplining his wife?

"Let go of me, you bastard!" Wu Dalin glared fiercely at Wu Song, raising his hand to struggle.

But it was useless.

How was he a match for Wu Song?

All he felt was his wrist trapped in a steel grip, held immobile by Wu Song.

No matter how much he struggled,

he not only couldn't break free, his wrist felt like it was being snapped.

Wu Dalin sobered up.

He suddenly remembered, Wu Song was incredibly strong.

He had seen it with his own eyes.

And experienced it firsthand.

Thinking of this, Wu Dalin's bluster subsided, and his wrist stopped applying force.

The stinging and humiliation on his face seemed to lessen a bit too.

He stopped caring about Wang Damei and instead looked at Wu Song.

"Let me go," Wu Dalin said in a low voice.

But he didn't dare act arrogant again.

Wu Song gave a disdainful smile and released Wu Dalin.

Turning to Wang Damei, he asked, "Aunt, are you alright?"

Aunt?

Wang Damei's heart skipped a beat, right, how could I forget?

She quickly nodded, "I'm fine."

Then she glared at Wu Dalin, "Pick another fight with Lingling and you'll deal with me!"

With that, Wang Damei quickly went into Wu Yuling's room to stop her from packing.

Wu Dalin ignored Wang Damei and stared at Wu Song, "What are you doing at my house?"

Wu Song sarcastically replied, "If I said I came to look after your daughter, would you believe it?"

Wu Dalin's face turned ugly, "My daughter doesn't need your care!"

"Oh? Then you can take good care of her?" Wu Song mockingly retorted.

"Nonsense, my daughter, of course, I can take good care of her," Wu Dalin stubbornly said.

Wu Song chuckled, "Alright then, I just gave Lingling 300,000 for her to become a streamer. What about you? How do you plan to take care of her?"

Wu Dalin was wide-eyed, incredulous, "Are you out of your mind? You gave her 300,000? Where did you get 300,000?"

"That's my business, I'm only asking you. I gave her 300,000. How much are you giving her?" Wu Song continued questioning.

"I..."

Wu Dalin was agitated, overwhelmed with embarrassment.

"Wu Yuling, did Wu Song really give you 300,000?" Wu Dalin demanded from Wu Yuling to confirm.

"Yes, he did. It's on my phone. I've already spent tens of thousands of it on streaming equipment! Want to see the transaction records?" Wu Yuling angrily emerged, glaring defiantly at Wu Dalin.

Wu Dalin was utterly depressed, he glanced at Wu Song, who gave a mocking smile, "Secretary, try being a man for once. Not by fooling around with women, but by taking proper care of your family."

Wu Song said that, ignoring Wu Dalin's flushing and darkening expression, and turned to walk out.

With a slam, he shut the car door, driving his car home.

As he arrived at his house, parked the car, and was about to open the car door, a voluptuous and alluring body hugged him, a waft of fragrant femininity flooding in, with large breasts pressing unapologetically against his back, and a hand deftly and precisely gripping his crotch.

"Sss..."

Wu Song gasped, feeling his blood heating up uncontrollably, and his shaft sprung to life.