Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio
“Enough! Are you done yet?”
Xiyan couldn’t withhold any longer and cut their stream of words with a snap, her fist white-knuckled and her face turning a terrifying shade of gray.
She could indulge them throwing harsh words on her, but she would never allow them to smear someone else’s reputation, definitely not Hao’s.
In no position were they to accuse him of anything!
“Mrs. Mo,” her eyes fell fixed on the infamous woman, her teeth practically grinding one another, “Don’t you feel disgusted by your own utterance?”
“Excuse me?” Li Qin raised her chin, her eyebrows furrowed. She thought she had heard her wrong.
Since when did this woman dare to talk to her in such manner?
“I said you disgusted me,” Xiyan walked closer and grabbed Li on her shoulder with her long nails clutching in her skin.
She’s had enough of this despicable woman.
Li was obviously caught in surprise as she stared at the Xiyan who’s red-eyed and violent prone, even.
“Yanyan, let go of my mother,” Yixuan, in shock as well, fixed his gaze at the woman, his ex-wife. How could she?
He came into his mother’s rescue and hid her behind him for protection.
“Yanyan, calm down.”
Xiyan snorted, arching a bitter smile.
Calm down… She would have stabbed the distasteful women with a kitchen knife if she wasn’t calm. And her ex-husband, the man she had loved for five years, who had never stood up to his mother for her, just stood up for his mother. It turned out that it was not that he shied away from protecting women, he just shied away from protecting her.
“Mrs. Mo,” Xiyan sneered, her gaze fixed on Li undisturbed, “Listen. I, He Xiyan, never owed any of you a single penny. Please have some dignity and stop taking people’s politeness for granted. And now, get the hell out of my home!”
Through gritted teeth, Xiyan said in a high-pitched tone, her neck turning red together with her face.
Li, never been insulted as such before, almost choked on her own fury.
“Yixuan, listen to her… What was this crazy bitch saying?” She pointed her finger at Xiyan, pulling her son’s sleeve.
Yixuan exhaled deeply, his facing turning white. The tension, the cursing, it all upset him to an extent that he struggled to retain his reasons.
“Yanyan, apologize to mother,” he said in a deep tone. He didn’t say “my mother”, as if the woman was still her mother-in-law.
“Apologize…” Xiyan flung her arm, arching a bigger sneer, “Why should I apologize? Yixuan, did I say anything wrong? For all those years how did I treat your mother? And how did she treat me? Don’t you know? And you’re asking me to apologize?”
Apologize, apologize, how many times had she apologized even when not in the wrong? Why was she always the one to blame?
Xiyan’s words pierced through his heart like a dagger. He closed his eyes, his heart drowning in pangs of sorrow and guilt.
Li, on the other hand, differed.
“Didn’t you only take care of me to get money?” She sniffed, confident in her assertion. Why else would she treat her so well if not for money?