Supreme Heir Son-in-law
Chapter 347: Spinning the Web

Chapter 347: Chapter 347: Spinning the Web

Sheng Hong had been feeling troubled these days due to issues with the two plots of land, and he was in a state where he could explode at any moment. Adding to this, his assistant suddenly resigned, and the new assistant’s working style was different from the previous one; they were in a period of adjustment. Inevitably, there were various big and small oversights at work, which in just a few days had caused a number of white hairs to appear on Sheng Hong’s head. He looked gloomy and old, a stark contrast to his prior image.

"You’d better resolve the company’s issues quickly. The directors from your company have been calling me non-stop. It’s driving me crazy." Mrs. Sheng looked at Sheng Hong’s dejected appearance upon his return, a trace of disdain showing in her eyes.

"What kind of talk is that? Don’t forget you’re Mrs. Sheng. Since you’ve acquired this position, you must pay the corresponding price. If you’re unwilling to accept it, you can step down from this position." Sheng Hong didn’t miss the disdain in Mrs. Sheng’s eyes, and the fury in his heart was instantly ignited, wanting to transform into a bomb to blow up everything in sight.

"They say a couple facing a major crisis tends to fend for themselves, but I haven’t even reached a desperate situation, and you’re treating me like this. Do you think that’s appropriate? Do you even have a heart?" Sheng Hong cursed while pointing at Mrs. Sheng’s nose.

"You get angry outside, then come in and vent on me. Who do you think you are? Who do you think got you where you are now? Without my help, could you become the chairman of Sheng Group? Now you think your position is secure and dare to speak to me so loudly? If I could push you to that position, I can pull you down as well. You’d better watch your tone with me." Mrs. Sheng sat steadily in the chair, looking at Sheng Hong as if he were a toad on the ground.

Sheng Hong lost his mind under her gaze, grabbing the teacup from the coffee table and throwing it at her.

"Sheng Hong, have you gone insane? You threw a teacup at me!" Mrs. Sheng yelled at him, amplifying her voice in anger.

In all their years of marriage, this was the first time Sheng Hong had thrown a teacup at her, igniting the anger in Mrs. Sheng’s heart. "You get upset outside and take it out on me!" Mrs. Sheng said, looking around for something to throw back but found nothing, feeling like her heart was about to explode with anger.

Seeing Mrs. Sheng’s searching motion, Sheng Hong, without hesitation, flung the teacup in his hand directly at Mrs. Sheng. This time, Mrs. Sheng wasn’t as lucky as before, unable to dodge the teacup, which hit her directly. Fortunately, it didn’t contain scalding hot water, but it was enough to make her scream in pain.

"Sheng Hong! Are you trying to kill me to make room for some hussy? If anything happens to me, the Qian family won’t let you off!" Mrs. Sheng’s anger reached its peak, yet she reined in her emotions, speaking in a low voice that carried an utmost sense of suppressed danger.

This voice pulled Sheng Hong back from his angry stupor, restoring his rationality but adding a sense of shame and embarrassment to his recovered calmness.

"You’re always like this, bringing up the Qian family whenever there’s a problem. Have you forgotten you’ve married into the Sheng family? You’re the wife of the Sheng family, not the young miss of the Qian family anymore. Clearly, matters are between us as a couple; you always involve others, making a small issue widely known. Do you know how many people have despised and laughed at me behind my back because of you?" Sheng Hong’s voice returned to its usual calm, but beneath that calm lay raging turmoil.

"Aren’t you aware of these things? You know, but you don’t care because you don’t love me. Your heart isn’t with me and you haven’t viewed the Sheng family as your own. You always blame me for finding other women outside. Why don’t you consider why I would prefer to look for other women rather than come back to see you? Don’t I know they’re just after my money? When things go wrong, you never look for problems in yourself, only blaming this or that. Sometimes I’m really tired, and I don’t know how much longer I can keep going."

Sheng Hong tidied up his slightly wrinkled clothes, cast one last look at the messy living room, turned, and left without looking back.

Behind him was the figure of Mrs. Sheng with her back straight and her lips tightly pursed.

After leaving the Sheng family, Sheng Hong smoked half a pack of cigarettes in the car, filling it with the smell of tobacco, before driving to his mistress’s place.

Sheng Hong’s mistress was a woman completely different from Mrs. Sheng. She not only looked gentle and pitiful but also spoke in a way filled with tenderness and affection, making one feel as if soaked in a hot spring, feeling utterly comfortable from inside out.

Coming here felt like stepping into Heaven on Earth for Sheng Hong, where he fully experienced the warmth a family should possess. This was also why, among his many mistresses, only this one could bear him a child.

"You’ve lost so much weight and look so haggard recently. Have you not been eating well again? I’ll make some stomach-nourishing soup in the kitchen, and you must remember to drink it later." The mistress looked at Sheng Hong with eyes as gentle as spring water, speaking softly.

"Got it. But it’s this late, and why hasn’t Xiaorou come home yet? A girl shouldn’t stay out too late." Sheng Hong looked around the house, noticed his daughter, usually like a sparrow flying into his arms to chatter away, wasn’t there, and his face turned somewhat grim. Checking the time, he felt a bit anxious.

The mistress watched Sheng Hong’s nervous demeanor, her eyes filled with more mirth, her voice becoming even gentler because of it.

"She’s grown up, not a little girl anymore. She knows her limits. Besides, Xiaorou isn’t out alone; she’s met a boy recently. He’s quite nice, and they’re dating now. They’re probably having dinner outside tonight, so we don’t need to wait for them." The mistress said with a smile.

"When did she meet a boy? Have you investigated his family background clearly before letting them date?" Sheng Hong asked with a frown.

"I’ve checked. Although his family isn’t particularly wealthy, they’re doing quite well; they’re a middle-class family with a house and a car. The young man works for a foreign enterprise with a good salary. He has only his mother at home, who is also a kind person. Xiaorou won’t suffer any grievance if she marries him one day; you can rest assured." The mistress placed the cut fruit in front of Sheng Hong, speaking gently.

Sheng Hong’s brows remained furrowed; he wanted to say something but decided against it, closing his mouth and popping a piece of orange into his mouth in silence, not noticing the momentary dimness in the mistress’s eyes.