I Bacame the Mother of His Child-Chapter 88 - 87: Yan Molin’s Provocation

Lu Xiangxiang covered her face with tears, looking at Song Yuanhuan’s eyes, which had gone from initial anticipation and shyness to the resentment and blame she felt now. She couldn’t believe Song Yuanhuan would treat her this way, but this man had slapped her in front of so many people, crushing her self-esteem and pride underfoot.

How could he do this to her? Was it wrong for her to just like him? Lu Xiangxiang stood confused and resentful, unable to comprehend.

Zheng Guohui and Fu Guanglei had at first delighted in the drama, not afraid to see it escalate, thinking to themselves that Song Yuanhuan had really picked the wrong person to provoke, the notoriously tough Miss Lu, Lu Xiangxiang. But when they saw Song Yuanhuan truly lose his temper and even resort to hitting a woman, disregarding the sexes, they both knew, he was truly enraged.

Normally, Song Yuanhuan was someone not easily angered, and this was the first time in their decade and more as comrades, that they had ever seen him lay a hand on a woman. The Song Yuanhuan they knew wouldn’t even spare a glance for a female prisoner, a true killing god, yet today, right in the middle of the New Year’s performance, he had actually struck someone, and it was none other than the formidable Lu Xiangxiang.

Had this guy lost his mind?

Zheng Guohui and Fu Guanglei exchanged anxious glances, with twitching mouths, and reluctantly stepped forward to help smooth over the situation. "Yuanhuan, didn’t you say you had something to discuss with us?" Zheng Guohui took the lead, patting Song Yuanhuan’s shoulder to break the awkward deadlock, while making eyes at Fu Guanglei on the side.

"Oh! Right, we do have serious matters to discuss. The New Year’s performance is pretty much over anyway, let’s go, we’ll talk business in your office," Fu Guanglei nodded, seamlessly coordinating with Zheng Guohui.

Song Yuanhuan was aware of the good intentions of Zheng Guohui and Fu Guanglei. He gave Lu Xiangxiang a cold glance before descending the figurative donkey slope they had offered him.

"Song Yuanhuan, you can’t leave." Lu Xiangxiang was furious, trying to stop Song Yuanhuan again without success and thus she screamed out sharply. However, Song Yuanhuan had no intention of even throwing back a glance, leaving her to cover her burning cheek and watch him walk away into the distance.

Tears began to fall like rain, and in that moment, Lu Xiangxiang slowly realized that there were still many people around. When she caught the mocking looks in the eyes of the onlookers, even if foolish, Lu Xiangxiang knew she must have made a complete fool of herself, biting her lip and saying angrily, "What are you looking at, get the hell away from me." Lu Xiangxiang lashed out at the spectators, a classic case of venting her frustration on an easier target.

The onlookers turned away at the sound of Lu Xiangxiang’s unfriendly tone, but she still felt the scornful stares hadn’t diminished at all, and she even overheard a few obviously mocking chuckles.

"They say like father, like son, the son of a mouse will dig holes. Thank you, Lu Xiangxiang, for using yourself to prove the truth of this saying to me, you...are indeed just like your mother, only knowing how to snatch someone else’s husband," Yan Molin, as a military wife, naturally could not be absent during the Military District’s New Year’s performance, and had followed Xu He Ping, sitting in the rows behind. She had watched Lu Xiangxiang’s every idiotic word and deed from start to finish. Now, seeing Lu Xiangxiang crying tearfully made her feel unexpectedly delighted.

Having suppressed her feelings for many years, she seemed to find relief in this moment. Despite Xu He Ping’s attempts to stop her and offer comfort by her side, she boldly stepped forward to provoke Lu Xiangxiang at her most embarrassed and infuriated state, knowing that if Song Yuanhuan could make Lu Xiangxiang lose face, she was definitely the one to further embarrass Lu Xiangxiang.

Just as expected, her words, though spoken softly, still enraged Lu Xiangxiang, who jumped up like a thunderclap upon hearing them, pointing at her nose and cursing, "Yan Molin, you slut, how dare you take pleasure in my misfortune!" Lu Xiangxiang roared with hatred, ready to slap Yan Molin and vent all the anger she had suffered from Song Yuanhuan onto her.

Yan Molin was no fool, and she wasn’t about to let herself be an easy target for Lu Xiangxiang. She had anticipated Lu Xiangxiang’s loss of temper from the moment she decided to confront her. She was prepared, but she hadn’t expected Lu Xiangxiang to lose her composure so quickly, managing to infuriate her with just a few words.

"Taking pleasure in your misfortune? There have been plenty of your embarrassing moments from childhood to adulthood, Lu Xiangxiang; I’ve seen no lack of them. Which particular incident are you referring to?" Yan Molin coolly raised an eyebrow and countered as she caught Lu Xiangxiang’s slapping hand.

Lu Xiangxiang’s face twisted with rage: "Yan Molin, you little cheap slut, let go of me, do you hear!" With her right hand caught by Yan Molin, Lu Xiangxiang angrily raised her left hand, attempting to grab Yan Molin’s cheek.

Yan Molin quickly dodged and released Lu Xiangxiang’s hand, then saw Xu He Ping’s tall figure step out and protect her behind him as if shielding a chick.

"Xu He Ping, you dare to protect that slut right in front of me, huh? Fine, I’ll make sure you and that adulteress pay dearly," Lu Xiangxiang blurted out, proficient in uttering unsavory insults, something she had picked up over the years.

"I’ll be waiting." Yan Molin had heard all kinds of nasty things from Lu Xiangxiang’s mouth and had become immune to them; after all, that was all Lu Xiangxiang was capable of—vicious and unpleasant words, but actually quite foolish. Yan Molin naturally disdained to let Lu Xiangxiang’s venomous words bother her.

Furthermore, Yan Molin had long been ready to tear her face off with Lu Xiangxiang, only holding back until now. But in the quiet of the night, she could never forget her intense hatred for Lu Xiangxiang.

"Slut, Yan Molin, you lowlife, shameless slut, and Xu He Ping, you actually went blind marrying such a motherless bastard. And now you dare protect her in front of me. Are you afraid I’ll hurt her? Laughable!" Lu Xiangxiang stretched out her hand to poke Xu He Ping’s nose, her manner so petty and vile it was truly unbecoming.

Xu He Ping was awkwardly scolded by Lu Xiangxiang but said nothing. Xu He Ping might have endured it, but Yan Molin could not.

"Lu Xiangxiang, just like your mother, you are disgraceful, bullying others when you have power. Enough, stop embarrassing Lu Jianhang here; he’s no good man. If he finds out about the foolish things you did today, be careful that he doesn’t flay you when you get home." Yan Molin knew Lu Jianhang very well—power-hungry and maintaining a facade. Otherwise, he would not have abandoned his devoted wife to marry Zhou Jiaki, that despicable woman, if not for the influence of Zhou Jiaki’s father, Zhou Yumin. He may have tolerated Zhou Jiaki’s behavior in the past for the sake of power, but now that he had gained his own influence, he would no longer be patient with Zhou Jiaki and her mother.