CHAPTER 1513: CHAPTER 320: THE UNHINGED RED DRAGON

At this moment, Nan Yang was no longer the elegant gentleman he once was. Although he still appeared handsome, in An Yiqing’s eyes, there was a certain discord and ugliness about him.

Indeed, the ones you can’t stand are the most detestable!

"Fine, say you can’t stand Nan Tian, but what about Old Master Nan? Why did you have to keep him under house arrest?" An Yiqing asked again.

"I just want to prove to him that all these years he’s been wrong! The Nan Family will surely flourish in my hands, and I want him to see my achievements with his own eyes!" Nan Yang’s face showed a twisted pleasure, as if he could already envision the day when Old Master Nan would kneel and admit his wrongs.

An Yiqing said nothing, letting Nan Yang indulge in his fantasies. She looked at him with pity. This man had been branded a bastard since the day he was born. Eighteen years ago, The First Madam brought him back to the Nan Family. He could have lived a new life under her protection. Even if Old Master Nan didn’t like him, so what? Even if the Nan family bullied him, so what? He still had The First Madam, still had Nan Tian, and could have had a different life. But he chose hatred instead!

No one had wronged Nan Yang. Although Old Master Nan treated him with a cold and stern demeanor, he never deprived him of food or clothing. The First Madam regarded him as her own, and Nan Tian loved him like a brother. However, hatred had blinded Nan Yang, and in his mind, everyone in the Nan Family had wronged him!

"Nan Yang, do you think everyone has wronged you? Do you think you are the most aggrieved one?" Looking at Nan Yang’s obscure and ambiguous face, An Yiqing suddenly asked.

Nan Yang returned to reality from his fantasies. Upon hearing An Yiqing’s question, he displayed a strange smile.

"Isn’t it so? My birth, I couldn’t choose it. My promiscuous father bore me but didn’t give me a legitimate status. My money-obsessed mother turned me into a pawn to marry into the affluent. Since I was aware, I faced her abuse and beatings daily! She treated me like a dog, not a son at all! All because I couldn’t help her marry into the Nan Family willingly! She thought I was useless, so she beat me!"

Suddenly, Nan Yang became agitated, his facial muscles contorted grotesquely, his face flushed red, and his hands flailed wildly.

"Do you know how she abused me? She burnt me with cigarette butts, shoved my head into the toilet to make me eat filth, suffocate me! She bought a wolfdog, and when she was in a bad mood, she let that beast maul me! It was her! It was the Nan Family! They made me this way! If the Nan Family hadn’t barred her from coming in, if that old fossil Nan Feng hadn’t stopped her! If my lofty foster mother hadn’t clung to her place as The First Madam, how could I have suffered so much humiliation! It’s all them! They’ve ruined my life entirely! So I want revenge! I want the Nan Family to live a life worse than death! I want them to watch as I become the Patriarch of the Nan Family, mastering their life and death!"

"And then? What will you do after you kill them? Nan Yang, you can hate your biological father, hate your mother, but how is your foster mother, The First Madam, innocent? How is Nan Tian not innocent? Why should they suffer from your personal grievances for no reason? What you’re doing now, how is it any different from your biological mother? It’s all just torturing others to vent your own desires!"

An Yiqing’s words were sharp and piercing; with each word, Nan Yang’s face distorted more. By the time An Yiqing finished, Nan Yang appeared on the brink of madness.

"Shut up! Shut up! You know nothing! Nothing at all!"

His hands flailed wildly, his eyes bloodshot, as he charged viciously at An Yiqing.

Accompanied by Nan Yang’s roar, a powerful aura surged towards An Yiqing. Her heart clenched, and she elevated her Inner Breath to its peak, ready to act at any moment.

Nan Yang’s movements were swift, and his strength at the Mid-Level of the Demigod realm was no joke. Although he was only one level higher than An Yiqing, every level after entering the State of Demigod was vastly different.

An Yiqing felt as if a massive mountain was pressing down on her, rendering her immobile. Her Inner Breath frantically circulated within her, and her face turned a bit pale. She bit her lip tightly, straightened her back, and braced herself for Nan Yang’s attack.