If the Yue Pengcheng she had brought back was a fake, then everyone would immediately suspect her to be devious. No wonder the even-tempered Mrs. Yue lashed out like that.
Chills traveled up and down Mrs. Helan’s spine. She had always thought that Mrs. Yue was brainless.
She changed recently, yes, but that was because of the influence of Yan Qingsi. Yet…now she truly understood that Mrs. Yue was not brainless—she simply could not be bothered to use those brains to plot revenge.
“You—you—Su Ningmei, I never thought that you were this shameless. You refuse to acknowledge your own husband?” Mrs. Helan said, trembling. “Yue Pengcheng, she’s calling you a fake. Aren’t you going to say something?”
Mrs. Helan felt like she was being driven off the edge by Mrs. Yue. She had never been this nervous, not even when she had lost all her clothes the last time they played mahjong.
“Ningmei, I’m the real deal,” Yue Pengcheng followed up quickly. “I’m Yue Pengcheng. I’m really Yue Pengcheng…Look at me closely. I’m Yue Pengcheng…”
Yue Pengcheng wanted to rush over, but he did not have the chance as he was interrupted by Ji Mianmian’s foot.
Ji Mianmian did not hold back in her kick; all her strength went into the swing of her leg. It connected with Yue Pengcheng and sent him flying until he landed right in front of Ye Shaoguang.
Ye Shaoguang took a step back, rubbing his nose. From the sheer strength of Ji Mianmian’s kick, he realized she had been pretty courteous to him on a normal basis.
“What a joke. Can’t I even recognize my own husband?” Mrs. Yue sneered. “Do I need you two to tell me otherwise?
“Zhang Suya, you keep insisting that this man is my husband. Do you know him better than I do? Hehe…unless you have some unspeakable relationship with Yue Pengcheng, and that’s why you recognize him so well.”
Mrs. Yue’s words immediately dropped Mrs. Helan into a checkmate. If she insisted that Yue Pengcheng was the real deal, then she was implying some sort of relationship with Yue Pengcheng. No one would know. She was an outsider, after all. How could she know him better than his own wife, who did not recognize her husband?
“You – you—” If Zhang Suya could spew blood, she would have bled to death long ago.
She practically shot herself in the foot with what she did today. She had no way to answer Mrs. Yue’s damning question.
Helan Mingde’s gaze turned frosty. If Zhang Suya was capable of doing such shameless deeds before, who was to say she had not had an affair with this man? Otherwise, why would she suddenly want to bring a man back to the Yue family—a man who had been gone for thirty years? Especially when everything was going fine?
Helan Xiuse could only watch her mother being cornered like a rat, and her father completely believing Mrs. Yue’s words.
At this moment, if nothing was done to change their image, the Helan family would never set foot in Luo city again.
Helan Xiuse clenched her teeth. “Auntie Yue, even if my mother messed up, even if this man isn’t your husband, is there a need to be so cruel? Why can’t you just talk it out?” she said. “Fine. You say that this man is a fake. Then how will you prove that he is a fake?”
Yan Qingsi smiled as she heard those words. The b*tch finally showed her claws. She was her mother’s daughter, after all.
She was just about to say something when she heard Mrs. Yue chuckling. “You’re just like your mother—you can even consider inserting a random man into my household. Should I learn from her and pretend to be a saint? You think everyone’s like your mother? It’s fine so long as it’s a man and so long as it can be bedded? Just because your mom is a slut doesn’t mean everyone else is.”
If the Yue Pengcheng she had brought back was a fake, then everyone would immediately suspect her to be devious. No wonder the even-tempered Mrs. Yue lashed out like that.
Chills traveled up and down Mrs. Helan’s spine. She had always thought that Mrs. Yue was brainless.
She changed recently, yes, but that was because of the influence of Yan Qingsi. Yet…now she truly understood that Mrs. Yue was not brainless—she simply could not be bothered to use those brains to plot revenge.
“You—you—Su Ningmei, I never thought that you were this shameless. You refuse to acknowledge your own husband?” Mrs. Helan said, trembling. “Yue Pengcheng, she’s calling you a fake. Aren’t you going to say something?”
Mrs. Helan felt like she was being driven off the edge by Mrs. Yue. She had never been this nervous, not even when she had lost all her clothes the last time they played mahjong.
“Ningmei, I’m the real deal,” Yue Pengcheng followed up quickly. “I’m Yue Pengcheng. I’m really Yue Pengcheng…Look at me closely. I’m Yue Pengcheng…”
Yue Pengcheng wanted to rush over, but he did not have the chance as he was interrupted by Ji Mianmian’s foot.
Ji Mianmian did not hold back in her kick; all her strength went into the swing of her leg. It connected with Yue Pengcheng and sent him flying until he landed right in front of Ye Shaoguang.
Ye Shaoguang took a step back, rubbing his nose. From the sheer strength of Ji Mianmian’s kick, he realized she had been pretty courteous to him on a normal basis.
“What a joke. Can’t I even recognize my own husband?” Mrs. Yue sneered. “Do I need you two to tell me otherwise?
“Zhang Suya, you keep insisting that this man is my husband. Do you know him better than I do? Hehe…unless you have some unspeakable relationship with Yue Pengcheng, and that’s why you recognize him so well.”
Mrs. Yue’s words immediately dropped Mrs. Helan into a checkmate. If she insisted that Yue Pengcheng was the real deal, then she was implying some sort of relationship with Yue Pengcheng. No one would know. She was an outsider, after all. How could she know him better than his own wife, who did not recognize her husband?
“You – you—” If Zhang Suya could spew blood, she would have bled to death long ago.
She practically shot herself in the foot with what she did today. She had no way to answer Mrs. Yue’s damning question.
Helan Mingde’s gaze turned frosty. If Zhang Suya was capable of doing such shameless deeds before, who was to say she had not had an affair with this man? Otherwise, why would she suddenly want to bring a man back to the Yue family—a man who had been gone for thirty years? Especially when everything was going fine?
Helan Xiuse could only watch her mother being cornered like a rat, and her father completely believing Mrs. Yue’s words.
At this moment, if nothing was done to change their image, the Helan family would never set foot in Luo city again.
Helan Xiuse clenched her teeth. “Auntie Yue, even if my mother messed up, even if this man isn’t your husband, is there a need to be so cruel? Why can’t you just talk it out?” she said. “Fine. You say that this man is a fake. Then how will you prove that he is a fake?”
Yan Qingsi smiled as she heard those words. The b*tch finally showed her claws. She was her mother’s daughter, after all.
She was just about to say something when she heard Mrs. Yue chuckling. “You’re just like your mother—you can even consider inserting a random man into my household. Should I learn from her and pretend to be a saint? You think everyone’s like your mother? It’s fine so long as it’s a man and so long as it can be bedded? Just because your mom is a slut doesn’t mean everyone else is.”
