Leng Mochen looked at her coldly. "So this is what you truly think? If you look down on her so much, why did you agree to our engagement?" ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ N0v3l.Fiɾe.net
"The way you treated me before, I didn’t dare to meddle anymore! But Mochen, this will be the last time. Please forgive your mother for being selfish just this once!
I know this might hurt Li Si, but from now on, I promise to treat her like my own daughter. I will make it up to her. Can you agree to this?"
Mrs. Leng’s eyes were misted over with tears by the time she finished talking. She didn’t want this outcome either, but things had come to this point—what else could she do? What kind of grandmother could reject such a wonderful grandson?
The sudden sound of the door opening startled the two opposing parties. Mrs. Leng stared in a mix of shock and disbelief at Li Si, who had emerged from the lounge. "Why are you here?"
Li Si responded with a bitter smile. Why was she here? She truly didn’t want to hear but had heard everything loud and clear.
Their voices had been anything but quiet. She had been awakened by them. What was going on? Leng Mochen had a private son? Mrs. Leng wanted to bring him home and raise him?
Was this her fate—just when she had started to feel happiness and beauty, someone would come to ruin it?
She admitted that she loved Leng Mochen, had always loved him. Even after hearing what had just been said, her love hadn’t wavered. But she couldn’t accept the fact that he had an older son.
If this child had been part of their lives from the very beginning, she could accept that.
Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case! This mess had appeared only after their engagement. She couldn’t accept it, not so abruptly.
"Si, are you awake? Come here!" Leng Mochen ignored Mrs. Leng’s expression and stepped forward to gently hold Li Si’s cold hand, pulling her to sit next to him.
"Let me explain everything to you later," he whispered softly near her ear. For now, he needed to deal with his mother and send her away. Only then could he properly explain things to Li Si.
Li Si felt a strong urge to leave this place immediately. Her chest felt tight, like she was suffocating.
However, Leng Mochen’s large hand held onto hers firmly, transmitting his tension through their intertwined fingers—as if fearing she might run off at any moment.
"Fine, I’ll wait for your explanation!" She decided to give him a chance, a chance to defend himself.
Mrs. Leng saw the two of them exchanging words without addressing her and felt a stab of discomfort as she interjected, "Li Si, you’ve heard what we said just now, haven’t you? Mochen has a son, who’s already five years old.
You don’t have to worry about this child. His father and I will raise him. You two can live your lives as you please! He won’t affect your relationship! And I’ll make sure to compensate you appropriately."
Li Si stared at Mrs. Leng’s flushed face, her lips that moved under the concealing red lipstick, spewing those absurd words. How had she suddenly found it all so ridiculous?
Li Si let out a cold laugh. "Oh? Is compensation all it takes?" She genuinely wanted to counter-question her: if Leng Mochen’s father had an illegitimate child outside, how would she handle it?
"Then what more do you want?" Mrs. Leng felt Li Si’s reaction was a bit overboard—the child wouldn’t even be her responsibility. Before she could elaborate, Leng Mochen cut her off and spoke first: "There’s no need! If you want to acknowledge him, go ahead. Just remember, the moment you accept that child, we’ll sever our relationship as mother and son.
From then on, no one should bother the other! Li Si and I will live our own lives! Are you done? You can leave now!"
Leng Mochen didn’t want to say much more; the facts spoke louder than words. Since his mother had made her decision, there was no need for him to continue playing along.
Mrs. Leng gasped in outrage, her breath quick and shallow. What had her son just said? Was he threatening to cut ties with her as his mother over this? And he had the audacity to ask her to leave?
Leng Mochen gently patted Li Si’s back in comfort. His little darling had been hurt, and nothing pained him more.
"Fine! You are indeed my wonderful son!" Mrs. Leng stormed out in a final rage, slamming the door open so suddenly that she collided with Secretary Du, who had been eavesdropping outside. Both of their faces were visibly filled with awkwardness.
"I..." Secretary Du tried to come up with an explanation but realized any excuse would seem feeble. She had overheard faint sounds of argument from inside the room and, driven by curiosity, had decided to listen in.
Who would have thought Mrs. Leng would suddenly open the door, exposing her and bringing great embarrassment?
As Secretary Du fumbled for words, Mrs. Leng let out a cold snort, slammed the door shut forcibly, and walked past her in indignation. She had initially thought Du Xue was decent—turns out she was just another disappointment. Hmph! Just no class!
Inside the office, Li Si was seething as she addressed Leng Mochen, her tone noticeably sharp: "Leng Mochen, don’t you think it’s time you explained exactly what’s going on?"