The Sweet Life of Superstar and His Goddess Wife-Chapter 472: Mother-in-law and Daughter-in-law Meet (Fifth Update)
The sunlight poured outside the window, dappling between the leaves and scattering stars all over the ground.
Mu Qiuniang sat quietly in a Taishi Chair, sipping tea.
At this moment, the door of the room knocked, and the voice of Mu Mingyu came from outside the screen: "Grand-aunt, Lady Zhan, and Young Master Jingwen have arrived!"
Lady Zhan? Is Zhan Zhengtong no longer willing to be Lady Yan?
Mu Qiuniang placed the teacup on the table: "Let them come in."
As she rounded the screen, Zhan Zhengtong saw the master her nephew had mentioned and was taken aback. Odd? Why does this person look familiar?
"Sister-in-law Jiang, thank you!" Zhan Jingwen said respectfully to Qiuniang.
Mu Qiuniang nodded at him: "No worries, she’s Jingshu’s aunt, I should lend a hand."
"Can you tell fortunes?" Zhan Zhengtong was a bit hesitant.
It couldn’t be helped, as Mu Qiuniang looked too young to have profound skills!
Besides, aren’t masters supposed to be elderly men with white beards and an ethereal aura?
Mu Qiuniang shook her head: "I can’t."
Upon hearing this, Zhan Zhengtong was displeased: "Jingwen, you’re being reckless. I said fortune-telling is unreliable, and yet you let a girl who can’t even tell fortunes handle these matters, isn’t that absurd?"
"Aunt, I’m not being reckless. Sister-in-law Jiang is Jingshu’s mentor, the grand-aunt of the Mu family in the Capital City, a person of great skill. Ordinary people can’t even invite her. Don’t worry, sit down, have some tea. Since Grand-aunt has agreed to this, she will certainly help." Fearful of offending Mu Qiuniang, Mu Jingwen consoled his aunt and gave an apologetic glance to Mu Qiuniang, "Sister-in-law Jiang, sorry, I didn’t clarify things when I came."
Mu Qiuniang shook her head: "It’s not your fault. I’m indeed not a fortune teller, but I know where your son is, your biological son." The last six words were emphasized slightly.
"Did you tell her?" Zhan Zhengtong asked Zhan Jingwen.
Her expression was somewhat displeased. This matter concerned her private affairs, especially an unsavory one. With her usual pride, how could she let others know about this?
Had she not feared traitors among her subordinates in the Capital City, she wouldn’t even tell her own family.
"Lady Zhan, don’t worry. As your nephew, he wouldn’t spread it around without your permission. It was a pure coincidence that I came to know about this, as I was entrusted to investigate his background and discovered that he had his identity swapped back then..."
"Swapped identities?" Zhan Zhengtong was particularly sensitive to these four words and hurriedly asked, "Who is he? Is he my son?"
Mu Qiuniang didn’t answer and said instead, "I wonder, Lady Zhan, what are your plans concerning your marriage with Yan Shanchuan?"
"He deceived me for so many years; of course I want revenge!" At the mention of Yan Shanchuan, Zhan Zhengtong couldn’t help but show hatred.
If love was deep back then, now hatred was profound. Knowing he deceived her for over twenty years, that even her biological son was swapped, raising another’s son for so many years, she wished to drink his blood, eat his flesh, and gnaw his bones.
How cruel must he be to deceive her thus?
That was her son, the child she carried for ten months, her own flesh and blood. How could he, for the sake of an outsider, "swap" his biological son?
Were all those years of affection a lie?
Upon realizing she shared a bed with such a deceitful person for so many years, under a guise of affection, she felt goosebumps, thinking how terrifying this man was.
Yet, if she did not retaliate, she felt unsatisfied.
Could all her years of devotion be dismissed so lightly?
No, even if not for herself, she must avenge her son whose life was uncertain!
"But, Lady Zhan, if it risks your life, would you still do it?"
"Why shouldn’t I seek revenge? He deceived me for so many years. Shouldn’t I retaliate? He kept a mistress and deceived my feelings; that’s one thing. But to swap my son... he was my flesh and blood... I don’t even know if I’ve held him, fed him, and just like that, he’s gone?"
The thought of her son, whom she might never have met, made Zhan Zhengtong tremble all over.
In truth, she didn’t know if her son was even alive. She just couldn’t reconcile that her son was gone. She wanted revenge.
Only by thinking her son was alive, and craving revenge, did she find the courage to live on.
"I think, compared to revenge, your son would hope for your safety more."
"Is my son really alive?" Zhan Zhengtong grabbed Mu Qiuniang’s hand, "You’ve seen him, haven’t you? What does he look like? How is he doing? Does he hate me? He should hate me; it’s my fault he was lost. As a mother, how could I not realize my own child was swapped, it’s all my fault..."
"He’s doing great!" Mu Qiuniang nodded, gently comforting her by patting her hand, "It’s just that this is a bit sudden for him; he needs some psychological preparation."
"Yes, yes, he needs some preparation. Perhaps he already has another set of parents, a happy family. Suddenly realizing his true identity would be hard to accept... I understand, I do. As long as he’s happy, it doesn’t matter if he acknowledges me!" As she spoke, tears welled in Zhan Zhengtong’s eyes.
Her own son, how could she not want to acknowledge him?
The son she cherished all her life turned out not to be hers. She gave all her love to the child of her enemy, how could she not hate?
All of this should have been her son’s to enjoy; why should it be given to the child of a mistress?
The glory of being the young master of the Yan family, the endless wealth and riches, the love of an entire family, the envy of all eyes...
And which family could compare to the Yan family?
No matter how well her son was doing, it couldn’t be better than the Yan family. In any case, it was her debt to her son.
But, compared to not recognizing her son, it was better than not knowing if he was alive. As long as he’s happy, nothing else mattered. She would bear this hatred alone and avenge the both of them.
"He’s an orphan, raised in an orphanage."
"Orphan..."
At once, Zhan Zhengtong burst into tears. Her son, her flesh and blood, was an orphan?
How could this be?
Being Zhan Zhengtong’s son, even at worst, how could he be an orphan? The life in an orphanage, was that a life for a person?
However, he is now married, with a happy family. His career is also thriving and successful, he’s truly living well. So, don’t worry, he’s genuinely doing well. He needs psychological preparation because he’s never experienced what it’s like to have a mother, he doesn’t know how to face you..."
