Zhuang Rouhui had not expected Yue Jiandong to defend Zhang Ying in this way.
Aren’t all men in this world supposed to mind if their wives give birth to someone else’s child?
"Are you even a man? How can you not raise your own child and instead raise someone else’s child?"
Yue Jiandong looked at Zhuang Rouhui with a pitying gaze identical to that of his daughter.
"How unfortunate must a person be to regard the ability to give birth as a talent and have no other pursuit in life?"
Yue Jiandong, with Zhang Ying in his arms, said, "My wife and I have raised Qingqing, so she is of course our daughter. In contrast, a woman like you, who came out of nowhere, is not fit to be a mother."
Zhang Ying, leaning against her husband, had tears glittering in her eyes.
As if she had found new courage in Yue Jiandong’s words, she tightly grasped her husband’s hand.
Zhuang Rouhui looked at the loving couple across from her and felt a surge of resentment flooding her heart.
Ever since she was young, Qiang Hongying told Zhuang Rouhui that she needed to find a reliable man and bear him a son.
That way, she could have him in her grasp, and his family would treat her like a successful asset.
But Yue Jiandong’s words seemed to overturn her understanding.
She thought of her own unhappy marriage, remembered Li Fuhong’s dismissive attitude towards her, and recalled the covert disdain from Li Jiaming.
Then, looking at Yue Jiandong, who held Zhang Ying as if he couldn’t bear to let her suffer the slightest harm, the scene deeply pained Zhuang Rouhui’s eyes.
This woman can’t even get pregnant; she can’t even be considered a normal woman.
Seeing Zhuang Rouhui’s somewhat frenzied gaze, Yue Jiandong moved his wife behind him protectively, righteously warning her.
"If you dare to say or do anything to my wife again, you will become the first woman I hit."
Zhuang Rouhui looked at the tall figure of Yue Jiandong and, in the end, didn’t dare to provoke him further, but she still wasn’t ready to give up.
"I will make sure Qingqing knows who her real family is. You country folks may have earned some money, but what’s that compared to the Li Family’s heritage?"
"You might as well inquire about the name of Li Fuhong. He is Qingqing’s biological father. If Qingqing is smart, she’ll know who to choose."
Yue Jiandong sneered in his heart.
Country folks who’ve earned a bit of money?
It seems this madwoman who’s come out of nowhere is really out of touch and knows nothing about his family’s situation.
He certainly had heard the name Li Fuhong. Although their industries were unrelated, they had seen each other a few times.
Zhang Ying also showed a subtle expression on her face when she heard this.
If it was him, her family wouldn’t lose out at all.
The company had been thriving over the years, not advancing by leaps and bounds daily, but certainly on a steady rise.
But Li Fuhong, because he hadn’t secured a leading position in the industry from the beginning, lost influence as numerous competing companies emerged like bamboo shoots after rain.
With this thought, Zhang Ying’s heart settled a lot, and she wasn’t as panicked as before.
Still, she feared letting her daughter know that she was adopted.
Zhang Ying was now almost certain that Zhuang Rouhui was Qingqing’s biological mother; otherwise, she wouldn’t have mentioned her inability to conceive.
That was the diagnosis she received from the hospital back then.
It was quite possible that Zhuang Rouhui knew about this and intentionally let her take Qingqing away.
Zhang Ying didn’t know that Zhuang Rouhui had already approached Qingqing. She was just worried that such news would shatter her daughter’s worldview.
Qingqing was at a sensitive age, and who knew what impact it might have on her.
Yue Jiandong had thought of this as well and said sharply, "Qingqing is going to take her college entrance exams next year. If you have even a shred of affection for her, wait until after her exams are over before looking for her."
But Zhuang Rouhui mistook Yue Jiandong’s firmness for nervousness and defiantly raised her neck, "You’re just anxious because you’re afraid that Qingqing will find out who her real family is. Just wait; I will get proof."
Just then, Zhuang Rouhui’s phone rang, displaying Li Fuhong’s number.
Zhuang Rouhui furrowed her brows and answered, initially worried it was that vixen calling again.
To her surprise, the anxious voice of Li Fuhong came through the phone.
"Zhuang Rouhui, where are you right now? Do you have any idea that Ruyun and Ruyu have gone missing? They’ve left the hospital without a trace at some point!"