263: It's like shitting on someone's head.

So, Songphong cleared his throat, put on a stern face, and scolded Atapong, who was still fuming.

"Atapong, you scoundrel! Is that how you talk to your Older Male Cousin? So disrespectful! Hurry up and pour your Older Male Cousin a drink and apologize!"

His words sounded like he was lecturing his son, but they were actually light and airy, more like a gesture for those around them to see.

Atapong was still angry; apologize to that good-for-nothing Older Male Cousin?

No way!

He stiffened his neck, turned his head, and pretended not to hear.

Su Qing's second uncle, Songphong, looked a little displeased, feeling that his son was not giving him face.

But he couldn't push too hard, as his son was now a successful man.

He had no choice but to pick up the wine bottle himself, pour a glass of wine, and then forcefully push it into Atapong's hand, lowering his voice with a commanding tone.

"Go! Quickly! Don't let outsiders laugh at us!"

Atapong remained unmoved.

This was when Su Qing's father, Wenchalong, smiled apologetically and waved his hands vigorously.

"No need, no need! Second Younger Brother, truly no need! Atapong didn't say anything wrong; it's my fault for not teaching my children well and making him angry. It's fine, it's fine, no need to apologize!"

He actually took all the blame upon himself.

Atapong looked at his Older Male Cousin's submissive and utterly humble appearance, and the anger in his heart subsided a little, but his contempt grew even stronger.

At the same time, a malicious thought emerged.

Su Cha made me lose so much face just now; now is a good opportunity to thoroughly humiliate him and his father again, to let them know who truly calls the shots in this family.

He stood up, raised his wine glass, and faced Wenchalong.

"Older Male Cousin, please."

Su Qing's father, Wenchalong, was stunned, then overjoyed!

His nephew actually toasted him!

This was an incredible honor!

He hurriedly and clumsily stood up, almost knocking over his chair because of his haste.

He held the wine glass with both hands and respectfully toasted Atapong.

"Atapong, you're too kind, too kind! Older Male Cousin toasts you, toasts you!"

Atapong looked at his servile appearance with great disdain.

Atapong looked at his Older Male Cousin Wenchalong with contempt, then deliberately raised his wine glass, and when clinking glasses, he forcefully pressed down on Older Male Cousin Wenchalong's glass.

With a crisp "clang!"

The force was so great that Wenchalong couldn't hold onto his wine glass at all.

His wine glass suddenly tilted, and the full amount of white wine inside instantly spilled out, splashing all over his hand and body. The glass also slipped from his hand and dropped onto the table, rolling a few times, scattering wine everywhere.

Atapong's wine glass, however, remained steady, not a drop spilled.

The entire place fell silent.

Everyone was stunned.

This was not a toast at all; it was blatant, insulting suppression!

Su Qing and her two sisters' faces flushed red.

They were trembling with anger!

Too much bullying!

He's practically shitting on your head and still complaining your neck isn't stiff enough!

How dare Atapong?

How dare he treat their father like that?

Su Qing and Su Ya never expected that in the few years they had been away, their father would become such a coward.

And this Older Male Cousin Atapong, bullying their father so much, does he really think their family has no one?

Lei Jun's pupils constricted slightly.

This was too much.

This had already crossed her bottom line of tolerance.

This Atapong was too much; she could barely stand to watch.

Su Qing might as well directly fight Atapong.

If it came to blows, she would definitely join in.

Seeing the three angry sisters, Atapong became even angrier.

These poor slobs are getting too cocky!

Who gave them the right!

Atapong roared, looking like he wanted to devour someone.

"What!"

"Thinking of fighting???"

His arrogant provocation completely ignited the powder keg of Su Cha and his two sisters.

"If you want to fight, then fight!" Su Cha roared, unable to hold back any longer, and was about to charge forward.

Su Qing and Su Ya also had red eyes, rolled up their sleeves, and prepared to fight this bastard Older Male Cousin!

Today's wedding banquet, this face, they no longer cared about it!

If they didn't vent this anger, they would suffocate!

Just as a full-blown brawl was about to erupt at the wedding banquet, guests gasped, some dodging, some wanting to mediate but not daring to step forward.

"Stop!!!"

Wenchalong's expression changed, and he quickly stopped Su Qing and the three of them.

He was in tears.

"Do you have to anger me to death to be satisfied? Today is your Older Brother's wedding! What kind of behavior is fighting? All of you, stop! Do you hear me, I beg you!"

Su Qing and the others looked at their father's tear-streaked face, and their soaring anger was instantly replaced by immense sorrow and a sense of powerlessness.

This was their father, one of their closest blood relatives in the world.

They could fight Atapong desperately without a second thought, but they couldn't bring themselves to be harsh towards their father who was pleading with them like this.

Su Cha's movements froze, his fists weakly loosening.

Su Qing and Su Ya also stopped their actions.

Songphong was also startled when he saw that a fight was actually about to break out.

He wasn't afraid of his son getting hurt in a fight, but relatives fighting at a wedding banquet would sound terrible if it got out, and it would also make their own family seem too overbearing.

He quickly stood up too, feigning a scolding of Atapong: "Alright, Atapong, say less, everyone sit down and eat!"

Then he said to Wenchalong.

"Older Brother, you should also control your children!"

Atapong's wife, Nala, also feared that the situation would escalate and become difficult to resolve. She tugged at Atapong's sleeve under the table and whispered, "Alright, why get angry with these people? It's beneath you. That's enough."

Atapong saw that Su Cha and the others had been stopped by their father, and his anger seemed to have largely dissipated. Persuaded by his wife, he also took the hint, snorted coldly, and sat back down, muttering, "They don't know what's good for them."

A conflict that almost erupted was temporarily quelled by Wenchalong's desperate obstruction and Songphong's superficial mediation.

But the atmosphere in the courtyard had dropped to freezing point.

The original festive liveliness was gone, replaced only by awkward silence and whispers.

The wedding banquet ended hastily in an extremely strange and oppressive atmosphere.

After the banquet, most of the helping relatives and neighbors had dispersed.

Su Qing's father, Wenchalong, silently cleaned up the aftermath.

Su Qing, Lei Jun, Lei Ying, and Su Ya walked over.

Su Qing couldn't help but speak.

"Dad, look at Atapong's attitude towards you today? How did he, a junior, toast you? Why do you always give in to him? He doesn't respect you at all!"

Lei Jun also really couldn't stand it anymore.

Although she knew this was someone else's family matter, Su Qing and Su Ya were her people, and she couldn't just watch their father be so foolish without saying a word.

"Uncle, I don't mean to sow discord. But as Su Qing and Su Ya's boss, and as an observer, I really can't stand it. That Atapong clearly looks down on you and bullies you for being honest. Why do you have to endure it like this? Your concessions will only make him more arrogant."

Su Qing's father, Wenchalong, stopped cleaning and did not answer immediately.