A second chance with my billionaire husband-Chapter 1587 - 315: Betrayal Before Battle, Failing to Reap the Benefits (Part 2)
Zhuang Xiyue frantically shook her head, "I don’t believe it, this is all fake, this person absolutely cannot be Nanmo...."
"I know it’s hard for you to accept, I understand... don’t worry, I will definitely teach this brat a good lesson, I won’t let you be wronged."
"Nanmo would never betray me, I don’t believe it." Zhuang Xiyue stubbornly said.
Yan Guobai snorted coldly, but then heard Di Bailu scream even more desperately, "Yan Nanmo, you beast, I will never let you go...." The piercing voice seemed to almost lift off the roof, as if she had suffered some great injustice.
Zhuang Xiyue squinted her eyes, walked over expressionlessly, stood by the bed, and gazed straight at Di Bailu, assessing her from top to bottom, her gaze lofty, as if Di Bailu were nothing more than insignificant roadside weeds. This contempt from the bottom of her heart made Di Bailu’s face stiffen.
"Third Lady Yan, I ask you to give me justice, otherwise, I will take this to court without letting it go."
"Take it to court? Ha...." Zhuang Xiyue smirked disdainfully, her gaze as if evaluating goods made Di Bailu feel humiliated.
"Someone like you, Nanmo wouldn’t even look at."
She glanced at the man with disgust in her eyes, "Nanmo has a blue birthmark on his back, and this man does not. Can you at least do your homework before coming out to disgust people?"
Di Bailu’s face turned pale.
Yan Guobai quickly looked at the man’s back, smooth and bare, with only a few faint scratch marks and no birthmark in sight.
Could it be...? Impossible, absolutely impossible...
"Have you perhaps remembered incorrectly?" Yan Guobai asked, dumbfounded.
Zhuang Xiyue smirked, calmly glanced at Yan Guobai, "Fourth Uncle, do you think I wouldn’t know whether my husband, who I’ve shared a bed with for over twenty years, has a birthmark or not?"
Yan Guobai choked, but something was still amiss... he had no idea whether Yan Nanmo had a birthmark on his back or not.
"So, does this mean this person isn’t Nanmo?" Yin Suhua glanced at Zhuang Xiyue’s calm face, her eyes flickering slightly.
"Impossible...." Di Bailu shouted, pushing aside the man who had collapsed on top of her, who then landed on the large bed, his face fully exposed.
Seeing that face clearly, Di Bailu screamed in disbelief, covering her mouth and retreating backward.
"How could this happen?"
She had seen Yan Nanmo before, a man in his prime, full of the maturity and steadiness of an adult man, yet still handsome and charming, with every gesture carrying the authority and charisma of someone in a high position. From the first time she saw him, she was smitten, dreaming about that face day and night, so she would never forget it, even if it turned to ashes.
But the person in front of her... it was clearly a stranger’s face, lifeless, unremarkable. Suddenly, her stomach turned in disgust, and she leaned over the bed to retch.
Yan Guobai recognized that face, and his pupils contracted sharply.
Why is it Han Bing? What on earth is going on?
He murmured in disbelief, a situation that had seemed under control was suddenly beyond his grasp, and unease crept into his heart.
Zhuang Xiyue raised an eyebrow, "Fourth Uncle, can you explain to me why you mistook a stranger for Nanmo? If word gets out, this could cause serious damage to Nanmo’s reputation. Fourth Uncle, you are aware of the consequences, or... did you do it on purpose?"
Zhuang Xiyue’s tone suddenly turned severe, her sharp eyes fixating on Yan Guobai, who shook his head, "No... it wasn’t me."
"I know Fourth Uncle wouldn’t do such a thing; after all, you are our dear Fourth Uncle, also a Yan. If something happened to Nanmo, you wouldn’t escape unscathed either. I believe you wouldn’t do something that harms others without benefiting yourself. This must be the work of a malicious instigator behind the scenes." With a meaningful glance at Di Bailu.
Zhuang Xiyue’s words made Yan Guobai’s face burn with shame, but he couldn’t retort, her reminder sinking in. The old man was already fading away, might breathe his last any day now, and it was only Yan Nanmo who could uphold the Yan Family’s reputation. If something happened to Yan Nanmo, he would gain nothing from it, losing the luxury of acting recklessly.
Realizing this, he shivered suddenly, inwardly cursing himself for being bewitched, siding with outsiders against his own family, indeed shooting himself in the foot.
"I just stumbled upon it, this woman called out Lao San’s name, and I just assumed it was Lao San, all my fault. How could I jump to conclusions so easily, Lao San would never betray Yueyue." Yan Guobai began to clean up his own mess.
