Chapter 17: She Was Provoked

Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio

At the Mo villa in suburbs

Xia Yuwei came back from hospital looking even more vulnerable, her curly eyelashes fluttering with contentment.

She walked into the villa holding Mo Yixuan’s hand, so tight as if a declaration of sovereignty.

He Xiyan had not moved from the living room couch, her dreary face covered in tears pouring down from her flooding eyes.

She clenched the corner of her clothes and felt her heart being clenched, too. Bruises from the kicks could be seen all over her legs, sending pangs from to time to time. She still hadn’t thought of a way to clear herself to Yixuan from the accusations Xia Yuwei made ­– she never pushed her, let alone hit her. Nevertheless, words failed her, and there were no cameras in the guest room nor any witnesses.

What am I going to do? She put her arms around her knees and rested her chin on them, like a kid being wronged.

The three returned.

Li Qin pointed her finger at He Xiyan with another hand on her waist, playing a vixen vividly.

“Yixuan, you kick this malicious woman out! Now!” Li Qin cursed and attempted to slap the woman again if she was not held back by her son.

Xia Yuwei pouted in grievance and hid behind Mo Yixuan as if out there was a devil.

He Xiyan looked up at her vixen-acting mother-in-law with her eyes wide open.

In her eyes there was no fear but a hint of loathing. She loathed the woman she had been treating like her own mother for three years. She took good care of her because she was Yixuan’s mother and she had promised him that she would treat her well since his father was no longer with them. Three years earlier when Li Qin was sick in bed, it was she who took days off to look after her day and night. She also bought her birthday presents every year. It had been three years, long enough to endear even a wolf, but her mother-in-law still had zero trust in her and even hit her.

She did hit back not because she couldn’t defeat her, but because the woman was Yixuan’s mother.

“What are you looking at?” Li Qin sensed the conspicuous disgust in He Xiyan’s eys. She scowled and stared back.

“Did I say anything wrong? I saw you push her myself. Poor Yuwei was crying on the floor and rubbing her stomach. Aren’t you evil?” Li Qin’s voice grew progressively louder as if she was the one being pushed onto the floor.

Mo Yixuan frowned and turned his head toward his mother, enraged and confused.

“Yixuan,” Li Qin twisted her son to look at Xia Yuwei frightened behind him, “you see for yourself. Look at what that woman has done.” She pointed at Xia Yuwei’s left cheek, paining to look at her.

Not until then did Mo Yixuan noticed that Xia Yuwei had her left cheek visibly bigger than the right side and a palm size mark could still be seen.

Oh god…

He abruptly turned around and shot He Xiyan a fierce stare.

He didn’t want to believe that his Yanyan was capable of something like that but the truth seemed the other way.

“Yixuan, she hit herself.”

He Xiyan almost yelled it out, her eyes burning with anger.

She had never seen anyone this shameless.

Xia Yuwei stood out when she heard “she hit herself”, composed and without even a bit of guilt or regret.

“Sister He, how could you say that? I didn’t even blame you for hitting me and pushing me to the floor, or for kicking my stomach. Because I knew that I owed you, I never blamed you for what you’ve done. But why do you have to smear me? You hit me.”