She's Coming

It was a good thing that Xie Changying was not in the room, because she would've already screamed. Or slap their faces one by one with a fan.

Qing Zihao was off his feet in a second and then Wuming was down on the floor with a hard flop. From the corner of Qing Chen's eyes she saw that her mother flinched from her seat, like she was going to move but she stayed put, nails digging under the armrest of her chair.

"Wuming!" Qing Lok said, kneeling down his brother in worry.

Qing Chen only gave a disapproving look at his father's enraged face. "What are you doing?"

"Your disrespectful brother!" Qing Zihao pointed at Wumng's face. "If this is going to be how you're going to act towards your mother from now on, then you should just leave! Pack up your bags and go back to your mountain!"

"Oh wouldn't I love that?" Wuming answered, getting back up, a hand wiping the blood from the corner of his lips. "I would very much like to get back there."