The Spirited Daughter-in-law and the Mountain Man
Chapter 1558 you are not my son, who is

Chapter 1558: 1558 you are not my son, who is

The teeth itched with suppressed rage, but aside from exploiting a woman’s vulnerable tears, she couldn’t act like an unruly fool.

Shen Yun was furious, "Chuan’er, Miss Gongsun was only trying to be kind. Even ordinary friends would pay a courtesy visit, let alone, there’s still an engagement between you two. Apologize to Ru’er immediately!"

"Apologize?" Xiao Yuchuan sneered as if he had heard a joke, "Does she deserve it? I didn’t ask her to come. She’s not needed here, being overaffectionate."

Gongsun Qianru covered her face with one hand and ran out crying.

The woman disguised as a maid doctor, Luo Feng, and Maid Xiahe also hurriedly chased after her.

As soon as they left, Shen Yun immediately dropped the anger from her face, adopting a kind expression, "Chuan’er, Mom knows you’ve just recovered from your injuries, and you’re in a bad mood. You’ll be fine after resting for a few more days."

Although she didn’t know why Chuan’er suddenly woke up at this time, the situation was better than she had anticipated, having encountered Gongsun Qianru, yet Chuan’er didn’t know that their wedding was imminent.

She wasn’t afraid that Gongsun Qianru would get angry and call off the marriage. As long as Chuan’er didn’t say he wouldn’t marry, as for a woman, once the betrothal gifts are sent, there’s no backing out of the marriage.

Because if somebody were to break off an engagement, it wouldn’t be the Xiao Family that would be ridiculed, but the Gongsun Family.

Xiao Yuchuan took his own pulse, and a flicker of anger crossed his deep eyes, "How daring of you, you actually drugged me!"

Shen Yun knew her son had learned a bit of medical skill from Su Qingyue. She hadn’t expected him to discover his physical condition so quickly, "Chuan’er, I don’t know what happened between you and Qingyue, but seeing you as if you wished for death, I was afraid something would happen to you, so I..."

"Are you afraid that something will happen to me, or are you afraid that I won’t cooperate with your and Xiao Chonghuan’s scheme?" Xiao Yuchuan’s corner of the mouth curled with sarcasm.

"You..." Shen Yun was also enraged, "Xiao Chonghuan is your father, how could you refer to him by his name!"

"I have no father like him, nor a mother like you."

"You, you!" Shen Yun felt a stabbing pain in her chest, "You are simply defiant! Can’t you see how much a Master of the first-class family’s Lady has to humiliate herself and appeal for your sake? Can’t you see how well I treat you?"

Xiao Yuchuan’s face was cold, "Lady Xiao, if you truly cared for me, this so-called son of yours, why would you have the heart to tear me and Qingyue apart?"

"I..." She denied flatly, "When have I ever torn you apart? Qingyue is both beautiful and smart, I can’t cherish her enough." Despite hating Su Qingyue to the core, she lied without blushing.

She wondered if the people sent by her husband had found Su Qingyue yet?

It would be best to just chop off her head and grind it to pieces to feed to the dogs!

"You know what you and Xiao Chonghuan have done." Xiao Yuchuan’s eyes flashed with hatred. Although he had no concrete evidence, he knew the Xiao couple only portrayed one thing on the surface and another behind the scenes—scheming hypocrites. Had it not been for their involvement, he wouldn’t have lost Qingyue, "If it weren’t for the lack of solid proof of you harming Qingyue, I would not let you off!"

Shen Yun was truly pained by an angina attack, clutching her chest with a pale face, "Chuan’er, I am your birth mother, how could you be so unfilial..."

Her tears fell, as if accusing heaven of treating her unfairly.

Far from feeling any guilt, Xiao Yuchuan laughed mockingly, "Lady Xiao, maybe I’m not your son at all. You’ve been delusional from the very beginning!"

"Enough!" Shen Yun shouted in pain, "You have a unique birthmark on the top of your head that only the Xiao Family members have. The Master himself saw Xiao Hai switch you, still in your swaddling clothes, with his own son. If you are not my son, then who is!"