The Stepmother’s Counterattack: Raising a Child in a Bygone Era
Chapter 763 - 762: Ou Liya’s Revenge

Chapter 763: Chapter 762: Ou Liya’s Revenge

When Yan Yi found out that Ning Yuan had taken the blame for him, he said without changing his expression, "Misfortune can be a blessing, so just consider it as enjoying fortune on my behalf."

Ning Yuan was simply incredulous, "Are you even speaking human language?"

"That depends on whether the object in question is a human or something else."

"..."

Why on earth did he think it was a good idea to verbally spar with a big shot in psychology, if not purely for masochism?

"To be fair, don’t you owe me a favor for this time?"

Since the blame had already been taken, of course he had to take the opportunity to gain something for himself.

Yan Yi replied, "Sorry, I didn’t consider you a person."

Therefore, there was no such thing as owing a favor.

After all, you’re not even a person.

Ning Yuan said, "...Forget it, my words are unpleasant. I’ll leave first."

After successfully sending Ning Yuan away, Yan Yi picked up the microphone from the corner of the sofa, pondered for a moment, then dialed a number.

"Hello, may I ask who this is?"

The voice of the woman on the phone carried a heavy fatigue and roughness, clearly indicating how alarmed she must have been.

Yan Yi softened and slowed his voice, "It’s me, Yan Yi."

"Dr. Yan, is there something you need?"

"I’ve heard about Guoguo’s situation. I’ve contacted some acquaintances in London to help, and they should reach out to you. I apologize for sharing your contact information with them without your prior consent."

"No, I’m very grateful. Thank you, thank you so much."

The woman’s voice was choked with emotion, revealing a vulnerability he had never seen before.

Yan Yi couldn’t help but offer comfort, "Guoguo will be okay, no matter where she is, I’ll definitely help you find her."

"Okay! I’m sorry, I have things to attend to here, I’ll properly thank you all later."

"Hmm, take care of yourself."

After hanging up the phone, Yan Yi got up and walked to the window.

The sunset had ended, and the horizon was tinged with a smear of dark red, like the shy cheeks of a young girl.

Facing such a beautiful scene, Yan Yi felt an indescribable restlessness inside, with the woman’s sobs and cries lingering in his ears.

Some time passed before there was a knock at the door from behind.

"Is there any news about Guoguo?" Zhong Qing asked from outside the door.

"Not yet."

Yan Yi stepped forward, "How is An’an doing?"

"Much better, but still has a slight fever. I just gave her medicine, and she’s asleep now."

After checking on the child in the room, Yan Yi gratefully said to Zhong Qing, "Thank you for your hard work."

Zhong Qing shook her head with a smile, "I’m a mother, taking care of the children is my duty."

After speaking, she paused, "You should go to London to help Mingzhu. She must be going crazy with worry. Put yourself in her shoes, if it were An’an or Kangkang in trouble, I’d go crazy too."

"No."

Yan Yi’s eyes fell on his eldest son sleeping in the bed, "I’m also a father, under any circumstances, I cannot just abandon them while they’re sick and ignore them."

Even though he really wanted to go to London to help that woman who was weighing on his mind.

But he had his own responsibilities and commitments.

Zhong Qing didn’t interject on his decision, but reminded him, "Pei Yang might need to go there as soon as possible."

Yan Yi nodded, "I’m going out for two hours. If anything happens to An’an, contact me immediately."

"Okay."

...

When Yan Yi parked the car at the entrance of the Pei family’s house, Fengcheng was already lit up with countless lights.

Pei Yang was packing his luggage.

Fortunately, he had a multiple-entry visa valid for one year to facilitate visits to Shen Mingzhu in London, which meant he could travel to London multiple times within the year without the need for extra immigration procedures.

However, international flights were scarce in this era, and the earliest flight to London was not until 1 pm the next day.

"Take your documents and luggage, I’ll drive you to the airport."

Upon meeting, Yan Yi got straight to the point.

Pei Yang couldn’t be bothered to ask any more questions and grabbed his luggage to get in the car.

During the drive to the airport, Yan Yi was succinct, "I borrowed a friend’s private jet, it takes off at 9 p.m., and it should arrive in London at around 8 a.m. tomorrow morning."

"How much will it cost in total?"

Yan Yi glanced at him and said, "Don’t worry about it, it’s just a simple favor."

Pei Yang didn’t say anything else, but he made up his mind to pay Yan Yi back for the cost after he returned.

...

Yan Yi drove very fast, covering the usually 40-minute journey in just half an hour.

Arriving at the airport, he personally took Pei Yang through a special passage to the tarmac.

As they reached the plane about to take off, Yan Yi turned around and looked at him, "You must find her daughter."

That statement made Pei Yang feel an indescribable strangeness.

What does he mean, her daughter? I’m the child’s father, for heaven’s sake.

Yan Yi obviously didn’t need a response and walked away after speaking.

By the time Pei Yang reacted, Yan Yi was already a considerable distance away.

"Thank you, Dr. Yan!"

He shouted towards Yan Yi’s retreating figure, then Pei Yang turned and stepped onto the boarding stairs.

...

"Splash!"

Under the dousing of ice-cold water, Pei Tang shivered awake.

She sat up from the ground, looking around with confusion in her clear, water-washed, almond eyes, darker than black gems.

Ou Liya crouched leisurely, pinching her pale chin, with a hint of predatory amusement in her eyes.

"Do you know who I am?"

Pei Tang was forced to tilt up her round, chubby face, "You’re the pretty auntie."

"Your words are sweet, just like your cheap mother, very good at making people happy," Ou Liya said, and then scraped Pei Tang’s cheek with a fingernail painted in purplish-red polish, "You look just like that cheap woman."

"Pretty auntie, do you know my mother?"

Ou Liya looked at her, "Do you think I’m pretty?"

Pei Tang nodded, "Of course, hasn’t anyone told you? Either they have no taste, or they’re jealous of your beauty."

Though she knew the little girl was trying to please her, Ou Liya was still amused.

"Between your mother and me, who do you think is prettier?"

"You are!"

Pei Tang didn’t blink, "Pretty auntie, you’re much more beautiful than my mom. My mom has lots of worm-like scars on her, here on her stomach, so ugly."

Afraid Ou Liya didn’t know where, she even gestured to show the spot.

Ou Liya understood.

Stretch marks, she had them too.

Back then, her child was already five months along, due in another five months.

Remembering the past filled Ou Liya’s heart with deep-rooted hatred.

The Zhuang Family certainly deserved to die, but if it weren’t for that cheap Shen Mingzhu, she wouldn’t have lost her job and marriage, reduced to becoming someone’s mistress!

Shen Mingzhu, the pain I’ve suffered, I will make sure you taste it too!

Staring at the little girl’s somewhat familiar face in front of her, a plan took shape in Ou Liya’s mind.

...

A day’s plan is a dawn’s beginning.

Each morning comes as a new start, representing hope and beauty.

But for Shen Mingzhu, this morning spelled abyss and despair.

The police, volunteers, along with all the acquaintances around her, had searched the entire night but found no clues about her daughter.

For a mother, every minute, every second felt like an agonizing eternity in the abyss, on the verge of collapse.

"Ding-a-ling."

Even though she had already answered countless calls throughout the night to the point of hoarseness, when the phone rang, Shen Mingzhu instantly picked it up, filled with hope.