The sound of a slap echoed in the corridor, cutting off his insult. The blow was so violent that Guo Jian's head was thrown to the side, reopening the wound on his cheek.
A few meters away, the maids who were passing by stopped dead, their eyes wide. Lady Hue Qing, the very model of docility and shyness, had just slapped her own fiancé in public.
"I believe we have nothing more to say to each other,"
"Get out of my house, Guo Jian. You are no longer welcome here."
At the same moment, Patriarch Hue appeared at the end of the corridor. His imposing Qi instantly saturated the space, forcing the maids to bow deeply.
"What is going on here!?" thundered the Patriarch, fixing the young man. "Guo Jian, I have always maintained good relations with your father, but today you have crossed the bounds of what is acceptable. Insulting my daughter in my own residence?"
He turned toward the guards who had just arrived.
