Transmigrated as the fake young master, I'll beat up the scumbags and b*tches-Chapter 225Vol. 1 - - Am I wrong?

Zhou WenLi truly hadn't spoken to anyone about Han ShuYi. In her understanding, her son still had a chance to turn back, and as a mother, she felt it was her duty to guide him onto the right path.

The place they had arranged to meet wasn't some conspicuous café but a modest roadside beef offal shop.

Zhou WenLi couldn't recall the last time she'd been to such a place. But since it was her son who had asked her to come, she couldn't refuse.

She sat quietly at the table, but her heart was a storm of tension.

Suddenly, a shadow appeared and seated itself across from her. Zhou WenLi looked up abruptly, and her whole body froze.

Her son seemed not to have bathed in days. He was still wearing the same clothes he had when he left home. Even worse, his cheeks were swollen and reddened, clearly bearing injuries that had gone untreated for days.

The sight made Zhou WenLi's heart ache terribly. This was her son—how had he ended up like this?

Zhou WenLi didn't know what to say to her son. Back when HuMing placed the photo on the table, she found herself utterly speechless.

How could she have known that her son had colluded with a killer?

"Boss, a bowl of beef brisket noodles and a bottle of water!"

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Han ShuYi had gone the entire day without eating. Now, even upon seeing his mother, his first act was not to greet her but to order food. This was completely unlike the Han ShuYi she once knew.

Zhou WenLi pressed her lips tightly together, her brows furrowed, and her reddened eyes brimmed with tears.

Han ShuYi slowly turned to his mother. He wanted her to understand how much he had suffered during this time and that the one responsible for all of it was the very person they trusted—HuMing.

"Mom, what did HuMing say to you to make you trust him so much? As for that photo, I can explain. HuMing hired that person to stage the whole thing. I was there because he told me to meet him, saying he had something to discuss. I never expected him to pull such a dirty trick!"

Mentioning HuMing, Han ShuYi's eyes filled with undisguised loathing.

Zhou WenLi took in every bit of his expression.

She hadn't realized Han ShuYi harbored such deep hatred for HuMing. Whether his story was true or not, she recalled that since HuMing's return, he had never shown such overt animosity toward Han ShuYi.

But Han ShuYi? He seemed intent on dragging HuMing into the abyss, ensuring he could never recover.

The noodles arrived, and Han ShuYi wolfed them down as though trying to turn the food into energy to deal with HuMing once and for all.

Suddenly, Zhou WenLi spoke.

"Your dad saw you holding a gun."

That simple sentence made Han ShuYi freeze in place. After he had blacked out, he truly didn’t know what HuMing had done. He had never brought a gun with him.

"I didn’t!" Han ShuYi slammed his chopsticks down in agitation, staring intently at his mother.

Her words felt like an accusation, as though she was calling him a liar.

He couldn't understand why they couldn’t grasp such a simple fact: after he lost consciousness, HuMing could have done anything to him.

Why had HuMing placed a gun in his hand instead of finishing him off? Wasn’t it to ruin him completely?

Han ShuYi picked up his chopsticks again and resumed eating, this time even faster.

Anger simmered within him. The thought of everything HuMing had done filled him with an overwhelming urge to strangle him.

"Mom, between HuMing and me, who will you choose?"

Han ShuYi threw out the question that mattered most: between him and HuMing, who would she pick?

Zhou WenLi was stunned. She didn’t understand why her son would ask such a question, but it was clear he wanted her to make a choice.

To her, though, both were her children. How could she choose?

"Mom, don’t tell me that when HuMing came to replace me, you chose him over me!"

Han ShuYi stared at his mother, forcing her to make a decision.

This instantly reminded Zhou WenLi of that moment when HuMing stood before her, making her choose.

She wasn’t sure if, at that time, she had personally made HuMing bring Han ShuYi back, whether she would now regret it.

But as she recalled that day again, Zhou WenLi felt the urge to escape.

She felt deeply sorry for HuMing, because Han ShuYi still had her.

She had made the mistake, but in the end, it was HuMing who had paid the price. To him, that was utterly unfair.

And that diary of HuMing's had struck her like a hammer to the head, shattering any illusion of innocence she might have clung to.

"ShuYi, do you have to keep arguing over this? I’ve told you before—if you have something that HuMing needs, just return it to him. There’s no need to go this far."

"No need? No need?! Why not?! He’s the one who ruined my life, who turned it into a mess. Why am I the one being punished? Tell me—when I was swapped, where were you? When I was ridiculed in the countryside, where were you? I just want to take back what’s mine, to make him pay for taking over my life. What’s wrong with that?!"

Han ShuYi’s near-roaring voice drew the attention of those around them. Zhou WenLi could only sit in stunned silence, watching her son.

His hysterical outburst seemed to tell her that the image she had of him all this time had been a facade. He wasn’t nearly as perfect as she had imagined.

Tears welled up in her reddened eyes as she shook her head repeatedly, as though denying everything she had done.

All those claims of doing it for her child’s sake—they were lies. Now that Han ShuYi had become this way, as his mother, she bore inescapable responsibility.

She had failed to protect him. She had failed to stop him from being replaced. That was her failure.

But now, there seemed to be no way to undo any of it.

Han ShuYi gasped for breath, his icy gaze fixed on his mother.

Even this person, who had been kind to him, was ultimately wavering. But why? Why did they all side with HuMing?

What was it about HuMing that made him better than him?

Han ShuYi didn’t understand and didn’t want to.

If HuMing had destroyed everything he had, then he would destroy everything HuMing held dear.

With that thought, Han ShuYi stood up abruptly and left without looking back. Zhou WenLi reached out to stop him but it was too late.

She slumped helplessly to the floor, her entire being consumed by despair.