RYEY -Chapter 255 You’re Not My Mother

The two of them hurriedly straightened their clothes and rushed out after opening the door. At a glance, they saw Mother Li, anxious beyond measure, and Xuhui standing beside her.

“Mom, there’s a woman who says she’s my real mother and wants to take me away. Grandma was so anxious that she fainted,” Xuhui said.

Li Huan was shocked when he heard this. Weren’t both of Xuhui’s parents martyrs? How could a mother suddenly appear?

Cheng Qiao leaned over and whispered a few words into Li Huan’s ear. Only then did Li Huan understand—Xuhui’s mother had divorced his father not long after Xuhui was born. His grandmother, concerned about saving face, had simply told everyone that she had died.

“Let’s go take a look.”

They headed to the old house’s main hall. At first glance, they saw Xuhui’s grandmother lying unconscious on the heated brick bed. A woman stood by the doorway, shrinking back in fear, while a man paced around impatiently.

“Who are you?” Li Huan asked, staring at the man, his eyes radiating a powerful, protective presence.

Cheng Qiao pulled Xuhui into the hall and checked his grandmother’s pulse. Seeing that she had fainted from anger and emotional shock, she disinfected a silver needle and inserted it into the philtrum point.

Before long, the grandmother slowly came to. Seeing Xuhui standing by her bed, she grabbed his hand tightly. “Good child, stay with your Mama Cheng. Don’t believe anyone else, understand?”

Xuhui nodded. Tears welled up in his eyes, but he stubbornly refused to let them fall. Inside, the atmosphere was mournful, while outside in the courtyard, tensions were running high.

Seeing Li Huan, the man bluntly declared that he was here to take the child away. With the child’s biological mother present, there was no reason for him to live with a half-dead old woman.

Li Huan’s good temper was reserved for family. Faced with such arrogance, he threw a punch straight away. Unexpectedly, the man was also trained. The two exchanged blows back and forth, even knocking down the woodshed in the courtyard.

Li Le had already cleverly gone to fetch Ye Jun. When Ye Jun arrived, he used a move that redirected force with ease and threw the man to the ground, then drove a silver needle straight into the man’s Baihui point (author’s imagination—do not take seriously).

“You… you people are shameless, stealing my son!” the woman screamed when she saw her man fall.

“Your son? Who is your son?” Cheng Qiao asked coldly, after waking the grandmother and leading Xuhui out by the hand.

“There—he’s my son,” the woman said.

“Do you even know your son’s name? Have you ever raised him?” Cheng Qiao pressed.

The woman froze, guiltily lowering her head. But when she thought of how her man had been diagnosed as infertile, she stiffened and lifted her chin again. “No matter what, this child came out of my womb.”

“Is that so? Then what did you say when you divorced the child’s father? You said you committed adultery during the marriage and, to avoid prison, voluntarily gave up all rights to this child.”

“You… how do you know that?”

“How do I know? If you don’t want others to know, don’t do it in the first place. Didn’t your teachers teach you that saying?”

The man lying on the ground had only lost his ability to move; his senses were still intact. Hearing Cheng Qiao’s words, a vicious glint shot from his eyes.

Juanjuan had originally been his woman. She’d been tricked into marrying that fool Chen Dapao, and who would have thought she’d get pregnant after just one wedding night—with Chen Dapao’s child.

If he himself had been able to have children, he would never have wanted Chen Dapao’s brat. Besides, the child was already this big—probably impossible to truly raise as his own.

Ye Jun had already placed a hand on the man’s wrist. The man was startled and tried to struggle, but his whole body was weak. After a moment, Ye Jun’s words shocked him.

“You yourself have reproductive ability. Why don’t you have one of your own instead of coveting someone else’s child?”

“What did you say? Who are you?”

“I’m Ye Jun.”

“Ye… Ye Jun? Ye Chengying’s cousin?”

The man’s eyes suddenly lit up. He had been diagnosed by military doctors as infertile, and his parents were anxious too. That was why they’d thought of bringing his wife’s son over to raise as their own.

“Juanjuan, didn’t you say—”

The woman called Juanjuan looked equally confused. Cheng Qiao grabbed her wrist and checked her pulse. Finally, she sneered and announced, “The one who’s infertile is actually you.”

Juanjuan refused to accept it. She had already given birth to a son—how could she be infertile? Cheng Qiao tossed out another piece of information: “Do you know fallopian tubes can be blocked?”

They didn’t understand what blocked fallopian tubes meant, but vaguely felt that this “tube blockage” was probably the biggest reason someone couldn’t have children.

The man on the ground flew into a rage. He looked at Ye Jun with pleading eyes, begging him to let him go. Ye Jun casually pulled out the silver needle. Five or six minutes later, the man finally felt strength return to his limbs.

“You actually dared to deceive me!”

“How is that me deceiving you? I didn’t say it—the doctor did.”

“Heh. That doctor was introduced by you. Don’t tell me you two have nothing to do with each other. You cheap woman—how dare you put a green hat on me!”

“I didn’t—”

Smack.

The slap rang out sharply. Cheng Qiao covered Xuhui’s eyes, but Xuhui pulled her hand away. He coldly watched the woman being hit. This woman was definitely not his real mother.

He knew how a mother treated her child. Mama Cheng’s care for little Cheng Li, her doting on little Li Ming—it was all genuine. How could it compare to this woman, who only thought of him because she couldn’t have children?

“Mom, I’ll listen to Grandma. In this world, I only have one mother—and that’s you.”

Xuhui looked at Cheng Qiao with firm eyes. Cheng Qiao’s heart ached. She squatted down, stroked his head, and gently comforted him. “Xuhui is Mom’s good son. Study hard and keep improving every day—you’ll definitely amount to something.”

With Cheng Qiao’s promise, Xuhui looked up at Li Huan. Li Huan nodded firmly as well. Xuhui’s tears finally spilled over.

Mother Li couldn’t bear to watch anymore. She pulled Xuhui into the house directly. A woman like Xuhui’s so-called mother—just looking at her once more would only hurt the child’s tender heart.

The man looked at Ye Jun, unsure what to do. To apologize—he couldn’t lower his head. Not to apologize—if this got back to Ye Chengying, it wouldn’t be good for his father’s prospects either.

In the end, he turned to Li Huan, grabbed his hand, and shook it vigorously, showing his appreciation for Li Huan as a man. Li Huan wanted to shake him off in disgust, but since they had already fought earlier and were evenly matched, he really couldn’t break free.

“You’re the village head of Xiangyang Village, right? I know you’re building a children’s primary school. This is my token—and my apology. Please accept it.”

An envelope was stuffed into Li Huan’s hand. Inside were a full thousand yuan and some military vouchers. This money had originally been meant for Xuhui’s grandmother—as compensation for taking Xuhui away.

Now it was handed directly to Li Huan. Since the child now belonged to Li Huan, he would never try to snatch him again. After all, he himself could still have children. Even if Juanjuan couldn’t—he could just find another woman.