The Female Cannon Fodder With Boundless Merits-Chapter 159 - 163: The Woman Who Married into a Wealthy Family (23)

Chapter 159: Chapter 163: The Woman Who Married into a Wealthy Family (23)

Yuan Qiran immediately wanted to hang up the phone in his hand. The one who had always been the object of his ridicule and contempt now had their roles reversed—the taste of this reversal was somewhat bittersweet.

Yuan Qiran moved quickly, but Huayin was even faster.

She seemed to have anticipated Yuan Qiran’s move, taking a quick step with a swiftness that didn’t match her delicate willowy figure, and rushed forward to snatch the phone from Yuan Qiran’s hand.

Then clutched it tightly in her hands and held it to her ear, instantly jumping several meters away from Yuan Qiran, her eyes warily watching him as if afraid he would fight her for it again.

Yuan Qiran was stunned as he watched Huayin’s smooth sequence of actions, unable to recover his senses for quite some time.

Huayin’s eyes stayed fixed on the person opposite her, but her tone carried a hint of pitiable helplessness.

"Jingran, I’m Huayin.... Mingting also grew up under your watch, he’s your only nephew. You wouldn’t just stand by and let something happen to him, would you? I know you wouldn’t have the heart to, he’s still so young."

Yuan Jingran sneered, deliberately speaking in a sleazy and frivolous tone, "Sister-in-law, when you talk to me with that voice, I’m afraid I won’t be able to control myself."

Any man could understand the unspoken implications in Yuan Jingran’s words—it was an immense humiliation for Yuan Qiran.

Yuan Jingran’s intention was precisely to disgust Yuan Qiran. Having been overshadowed by his younger cousin all his life, the opportunity now fell into his hands to turn the tables. If he didn’t seize it, he wouldn’t be known as Yuan Jingran, the Demon Lord of Mayhem, notorious in their circles.

Huayin didn’t expect such a response, her eyes shifted uneasily toward her husband, who was now glaring with a darkened expression.

The voice on the phone was loud, and it was clear Yuan Qiran could hear every bit of it.

"Sister-in-law, you need to control yourself. Otherwise, I might think you’re trying to seduce me."

Huayin bit her lip, shaking her head incessantly; she wasn’t, she didn’t, she had just subconsciously adopted that demeanor to talk to him.

Because Huayin knew that Yuan Qiran had always loved her best in that guise, she subconsciously just...

Unexpectedly, Yuan Jingran...

Indeed, befitting a wanton scion, he spouted such nonsense without hesitation.

Yuan Jingran laughed mockingly, then reminded her, "Sister-in-law, you misspoke just now. Mingting is not my only nephew, it seems you’ve forgotten I have a legitimate nephew as well. Though I’ve only seen him in person, from his photos, he looks quite handsome, just a bit less so than me, after all, his mother is famously beautiful."

A shiver ran through Huayin’s heart; her hidden thoughts caused her to slip up in her words, thankfully the other party didn’t seem inclined to delve deeply.

Like a villain who knew precisely where to hit people’s soft spots, Yuan Jingran continued talking non-stop on the phone when he received no response from the other end, "But after all, it’s just an illegitimate child, what’s the big deal? The Yuan Family traditions—you should be aware. Even if your status has now become the Yuan Family’s Madam, Mingting’s status as an illegitimate child is well known outside."

"Besides, you can ask Yuan Qiran, what our family fears least is lacking heirs. He’s still young, isn’t he? Wanting children is easy; any woman could bear him a child."

Yuan Jingran’s shameless words flowed effortlessly, and what he said, by coincidence, struck exactly what Huayin feared and dreaded most.

Yuan Qiran really couldn’t stand it anymore, he strode forward intending to take the phone for himself.

But Huayin, with wide-open eyes, clutched the phone tightly and kept retreating, dodging his approach.

Yuan Jingran seemed to have engaged his chatterbox mode, not caring whether the person on the other end of the line was listening, simply enjoying his own talk.

"Actually, I could offer you a suggestion... Instead of engaging with me here, trying to get me to use my resources to summon Su for you, why not go directly to her and ask?"

"You might not know this, but the recently famous Su and us are old acquaintances. If you seek her out personally, who knows, she might just agree out of compassion."

Huayin’s eyes lit up. She had swallowed her humiliation and hadn’t hung up the phone, finally hearing the information she wanted.

Her voice was urgent and trembling as she asked, "Who is she? Who do I implore? I’m willing to kneel if I have to."

Yuan Qiran, however, felt a chill in his heart. He didn’t believe Yuan Jingran would be so kind-hearted—there must be a trap waiting for them.

As expected, he heard Yuan Jingran chuckle a few times before saying, "But even if you kneel, you have to see if the other party is willing to accept it, right... Right, Su Li?"

The last sentence seemed to be addressed to someone next to him.

Yuan Qiran finally seized the phone from Huayin while she was stunned by the mention of the name, "You’re saying Su Li is Su?"

"Is she right there with you?" Yuan Qiran’s anger exploded suddenly like a volcano, and he couldn’t even sort through the complex mix of emotions stirring inside him.

Betrayal’s rage, anger, or hurt?

Perhaps a bit of each, but Yuan Qiran himself couldn’t make sense of it. Just hearing that the person who had once cared for him was now at the side of his foe was a sour and bitter feeling that scorched his heart as if on a fiery grill.

How could she do this when she clearly knew how much he despised Yuan Jingran?

Even when he had overheard from others that Yuan Jingran had unintentionally revealed that the two of them had joined forces to bring him down, he hadn’t taken it to heart. Yuan Jingran was always talking nonsense, and he never believed a word that came out of his mouth.

Though various facts were laid out before him, he had still clung to his own beliefs.

But now there was no room for self-deception, Yuan Jingran was as loathsome as ever.

"Su Li, why don’t you say hello to the person on the phone... You’ve been quite the talk of the town lately, but it seems your old acquaintances aren’t aware of your new identity back in the country," said Yuan Jingran, his voice laced with excitement and raised slightly.

Huayin and Yuan Qiran then heard footsteps over the phone after a few seconds, followed by a clear and translucent voice emanating from the receiver.

"Long time no see, I am Su Li, also known as Su...."

Yuan Qiran was silent for a long time, but Huayin suddenly became agitated, lunging at the phone speaker as if possessed, "Please, save Ming Ting. He’s your child too..."

Su Li was extremely indifferent, "Sorry, I don’t make a habit of wrongly claiming children as mine. I have my own children."

Su Li’s words seemed to enrage Huayin, who began to speak without restraint, "How can you be so heartless? Ming Ting has called you ’mom’ for so many years, how dare you, how can you... just watch him suffer like this?"

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Su Li thought silently to herself, a hint of sarcasm unwittingly creeping onto her face, her tone gradually becoming icy, "Yuan Ming Ting has taken my child’s place, enjoying wealth and status for many years. I’ve not shortchanged him. But what about Wuchen? How did you treat him... I think you know very well in your heart."

Huayin thought for a while before she understood that Wuchen, mentioned by Su Li, was the child she had casually named Hua Xinghe.