Yue Tingfeng had never brought up his father to Yan Qingsi. The Yue family seemed to consist of only him and Mrs. Yue. The mother-son relationship was strong and a father figure appeared to be unnecessary.

Yan Qingsi would have thought that Yue Tingfengs father was dead if it were not for Yue Pengcheng live status.

Yue Pengchengs words did not anger her. Such insults no longer harmed her, they rolled off her like water.

Yan Qingsi was analyzing the situation. Her eyes glanced at the woman by his side.

She had not observe the woman before. Now, she realized the middle-aged woman had great skin and was around Mrs. Yues age. The woman exuded an aristocratic aura and had delicate facial features. She gave off the impression as if she was not of this world.

It was easy to picture the woman as an exceptional beauty when she was younger.

The middle-aged woman was more than meets the eyes. She did not look at Yan Qingsi, occupied with a cup of coffee in her hand.

Her back was ramrod straight and the paleness of her slender neck stood out. She drank her coffee like any normal person would, yet the elegance of her movement was captivating.

Yan Qingsi swiped a look at Yue Pengcheng. There was a gentleness in his eyes as he looked at the woman.

Although Yan Qingsi was young, she did not lack life experience.

She could tell what was going on between the two of them.

She could smell the adultery between them.

Realization dawned upon her. This was why Mrs. Yue and Yue Tingfeng never mentioned the father.

After all, what was the point of bringing him up?

From her brief observation, the way the two glanced at each other, their movements complementary, Yan Qingsi could tell that this had been going on for a long time.

Yue Pengcheng had a wife and kid back home, and yet he chose to spend his life overseas with another woman. Why would Yue Tingfeng and Mrs. Yue talk about him?

Yan Qingsi was ruminating on how she should address Yue Pengcheng but now there was no doubt in mind.

Yan Qingsi pointed her finger at the middle-aged woman. Before you say anything about me, allow me to ask, who is this lady?

Yue Pengchengs brows furrowed and his voice boomed, Insolence! Have you no manners? Pointing your finger at your elder.

Yan Qingsi let out a cold laugh. Elder? You dont want to tell me, then Ill just have to ask Yue Tingfeng. How is this woman whos traveling with his father related to him? If Im correct, Mr. Yue and Mrs. Yue are still married now, right? A married man who lives with another woman, to put it nicely, we can call it unlawful cohabitation or frankly, adultery. The fact that I did not call you a cheater is evidence of my courtesy.

Ding Fu lifted her head and finally looked at Yan Qingsi. Miss Yan, is it? I think you have the wrong impression

Yan Qingsi interjected without mercy. B*tch, please shut your mouth! Auntie, let me teach you something today, a lowlife is called as such not because of their social status but because of their repugnant behavior. Did you think that you can fool me just because you put on an air of superiority? I can smell the stench of a slut so dont act like some angel who is untainted by this world. Youre just some mistress whos been dragged along by this man for more than a decade.