Rebirth Sweet Wife, Super Cute-Chapter 56: A Slap Severed the Father-Son Bond

Just when everyone’s attention was focused on Huang Tian in the center of the stage, a silver Rolls-Royce stylishly pulled up alongside.

The car door opened, and a man wearing a silver, icy mask stepped out...

As he descended from the car, the man’s gaze searched through the crowd.

Soon, his eyes locked onto Bai Haoxue, who was dressed in a black leather outfit, had ghostly makeup on, and wore a skeleton mask.

On the other side of the crowd, Bai Haoxue looked around. Strange... why did she feel like someone was staring at her?

Impossible, impossible; she’s made herself look like this, a ghost of sorts. No one but a ghost could recognize her.

Huang Zhong pulled Huang Tian to the side and yelled angrily, "You brat, are you crazy? Or do you have a death wish? You came here to play a ’death race’. Why not just go and kill yourself?"

"Sorry, I chose not to kill myself, disappointing you!" Huang Tian shook off Huang Zhong’s hand, "Get lost. The last person I want to see right now is you."

"You brat, is this how you talk to your father?"

"Father?" Huang Tian sneered, "You consider yourself my father? Do I possess such a fortune? Zhang Yang, that grandson, is your son, your real... son!"

"You bastard..." Having revealed his shortcomings, Huang Zhong was infuriated and slapped him.

Huang Tian’s head turned from the slap. With sharp eyes staring at his father, he articulated slowly, "Huang Zhong, Director Huang, I won’t return this slap because I’m still your son for the moment, but if there’s a next time, I will retaliate!"

Implicitly, this slap severed their father-son bond.

"You brat..." Huang Zhong raised his hand, about to slap again.

Huang Tian leaned in, "Go ahead, I’d like to see if you dare? And whether you can handle my counterattack?"

Huang Zhong’s hand trembled more and more as he looked at Huang Tian’s bloodshot eyes, ultimately not striking again.

Huang Tian pushed Huang Zhong away, jumped into the nearby sports car, and told the host, "I’m ready. You can start now."

Amid everyone’s cheers, the two supercars darted off like arrows.

Bai Haoxue walked over, patting the emotionally drained Huang Zhong, "Director Huang, why are you sitting here? Aren’t you watching your son’s racing situation?"

Only then did Huang Zhong look up as Bai Haoxue pointed to the large screen on a high platform not far away, broadcasting the race in real-time.

On the screen, Huang Tian and his opponent, (in the ’death race’, the payer is known as the patron player), were already speeding along the winding course.

Initially, Huang Tian was ahead, but midway through, the patron player, who had been trailing, not only caught up with Huang Tian but also began to ram him from the side.

Seeing that car directly heading for his son, Huang Zhong’s heart was in his throat.

"Director Huang, your son’s driving skills are so LOW. Who gave him the courage to participate in such a ’death race’? Looking at the current situation, within three minutes, your son will either raise the white flag or be driven into the deep abyss—dead."

"What should I do?" Huang Zhong was terrified and uncertain about what to do.

Although his son was disobedient, he was his only son.

"Do you have any solutions?" Huang Zhong turned to Bai Haoxue for help.

Bai Haoxue shrugged, "What can be done? Either raise the white flag to stop the race, or continue."

"Besides, even if I had a solution, why should I help you?"