Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio
He Xiyan stood there, biting her lower lip to bleed.
Sometimes she blinked her eyes to press down her emotions.
She then stepped forward and suddenly grasped Xia Yuwei on her shoulder, without much pressure, though.
“Name it, how much is enough for you to leave Yixuan?” she asked with a hint of anger.
She’s no moron. She knew this woman had been playing the victim from the beginning.
Xia Yuwei ducked a little like she was intimidated but failed to bite down the scorn off her lip.
“I’m sorry, sister He, but I’m not leaving Yixuan. I won’t allow my child to be born out of wedlock, and Yixuan wants it, too.’
She had to pull her lips tight to scale down the complacent air on her face. And she clearly led the topic to the child on purpose – she knew that He Xiyan was incapable of conception and she had to stick it to her.
The “child” word hit her on the heart and poured salt on her wound. She stared up at the ivory ceiling, trying to swallow down the tears flooding in her eyes.
It took her a long time before she said, “Yixuan and I will take care of the child after it’s born, and we’ll pay you for surrogacy.”
Yuwei gasped.
Her words infuriated Xia Yuwei immediately, who didn’t bother to play the vulnerable role anymore.
“He Xiyan, you…”
She clenched her slender fingers so hard that they showed an intimidating cyan color.
The drop of “surrogacy” provoked her like a fire set on her.
He Xiyan, you wish! She would never give her child to anyone.
Cursing inwardly, she then thought of something.
Her lips were pursed to form a cattish arch.
She then swiped He Xiyan’s hand off her shoulder and took two steps back.
And then –
Bang, she sat on the floor with her arms bracing from behind.
Something more was needed to complete the scene. She lifted her right hand and slapped herself on the left cheek. Her face soon started to burn with a red mark.
He Xiyan witnessed the woman finish the series of movements astonished.
“What are you doing?” She shook her head, her eyes popped in amaze. She couldn’t believe what she just saw.
She tried to drag Xia Yuwei up but was beaten by her scream.
Ahh!
A shriek pierced through the quiet house.
Sharp and grating.
Li Qin and Wu Xiaomin, the maid, were also caught in shock when they were getting ready for lunch downstairs.
Li Qin immediately threw away the rice spoon in her hand and sprinted upstairs in a speed nearly impossible for a woman in her fifties.
She rushed into the room to find Xia Yuwei blubbering on the floor with her hand on her stomach and a showing mark on her face.
“Xiaowei!” Li Qin dashed over to hold her up.
“Auntie…” Xia Yuwei cried even louder at the sight of Li Qin.
Li Qin was so concerned with Xia Yuwei, what’s in her mostly that her forehead was covered in sweat.
Her belly…
God, that’s her grandson in her, her baby grandson.
“Auntie,” Xia whimpered, holding tight Li Qin’s arm, “I just wanted to invite sister He to lunch. I said I was sorry, I apologized to her, but she…”
Xia Yuwei told the story, sobbing, her hand on her left cheek where marked five fingers.