“Exactly. Qingxiang has a husband, and her husband comes to the Yang family every few days to pick her up,” Yang Wencheng said firmly, his voice strong and resolute. His words landed like a heavy hammer, as if he had completely sentenced everything Yang Mian had just said to death.
Yang Wenting’s face instantly turned cold. Her sharp gaze shot at Yang Mian like a blade. Trembling with rage, she shouted, “Yang Mian! How did I raise such a lying daughter like you! Qingxiang painstakingly raised you for eighteen years—how dare you slander her like this? Do you even have a conscience, or has it been eaten by dogs?”
Hearing this, Yang Mian did not get angry. Instead, she let out a soft laugh, though it was filled with endless sorrow.
“Heh. The mother who raised me for eighteen years?” she said bitterly. “How exactly did she ‘raise’ me? Do you even know? Over the years, every single cent of my living expenses was earned by my own hard work. In the Yang family, I barely had enough food to get by. She never gave me a single penny.”
Hearing this, a flicker of unnaturalness flashed across Yang Wenting’s eyes, and a hint of embarrassment appeared on her face.
Indeed, her daughter had only worked as a maid in the Yang family for two years, and yet she had never realized that this young girl, constantly busy within the household, was her own biological child.
For all these years, Yang Wenting had treated Yang Mian as nothing more than an ordinary servant, ordering her around as she pleased, never once suspecting otherwise.
Looking back, when Yang Mian was young, due to complicated circumstances, she had been raised by Qingxiang’s in-laws—her nominal grandparents.
However, two years ago, the elderly couple passed away one after another. With nowhere else to go, Yang Mian had no choice but to come to the Yang family to seek refuge with Qingxiang.
After discussion, Qingxiang and Yang Wencheng decided to keep her in the Yang household.
Because Yang Mian bore no resemblance to them, they naively believed that the most dangerous place was also the safest. As long as they kept their mouths shut, no one would ever discover her identity.
But who could have expected that, after all their calculations, the truth would be seen through at a glance by the master brought by the Huo family—and Yang Mian’s true identity was completely exposed.
At this moment, a trace of guilt rose in Yang Wenting’s heart.
Sensing this, Yang Huan suddenly clenched her little fists and deliberately put on a weak, fragile, breathless act. She called out pitifully, “Mom… I’m in so much pain… ouch…”
Hearing her daughter’s voice, Yang Wenting immediately turned around.
Seeing Yang Huan’s pale face and weak, lifeless state, the faint guilt she had just felt toward Yang Mian instantly vanished without a trace.
Panicked, she rushed over to Yang Huan, her face full of concern and distress. Her voice trembled slightly as she asked, “Huan Huan, my dear, what’s wrong? Tell Mommy quickly—where does it hurt?”
Yang Huan continued to groan weakly, looking pitiful as she replied, “Mom… my head hurts so badly… my hands and feet feel like they’re being gnawed by ten thousand ants… it hurts everywhere, there isn’t a single place that doesn’t hurt… sob sob… will I become disabled in the future?”
As she spoke, she even forced out a few tears, looking utterly pitiful.
It felt as if Yang Wenting’s heart was being tightly squeezed by an invisible hand, almost breaking apart.
She quickly comforted her, “No, no, my darling, you’ll be fine! Mom will definitely find a way to heal you and make you recover quickly.”
But at that moment, Yang Huan suddenly raised her head, teary-eyed, and said, “Mom… maybe I should leave the Yang family. After all, Sister doesn’t tolerate me at all. Staying here will only cause you trouble and put you in a difficult position…”
Hearing this, Yang Wenting’s brows shot up immediately. She said firmly, “No! Absolutely not! You are the daughter I raised with great difficulty—how could I let you leave so easily? What Yang Mian says doesn’t count! In this family, I make the decisions. It’s not her place to give orders!”
However, what seemed like a righteous declaration carried unintended consequences.
Standing nearby, Yang Wencheng clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning pale.
He couldn’t help but snort coldly in his heart: Oh, how impressive, Yang Wenting. Isn’t she just openly reminding everyone that I’m nothing more than a live-in son-in-law?
Time passed swiftly, like a white horse flashing past a crack in the wall. Unknowingly, it had already been twenty years since Yang Wencheng had married into the Yang family.
If not for Yang Wenting mentioning it today, perhaps everyone would have long forgotten this fact.
After all, he and Yang Wenting shared the same surname, and even their daughter took the mother’s surname. Outsiders who didn’t know the truth would never suspect anything.
Fortunately, his father-in-law and mother-in-law had both passed away years ago, and the company had naturally fallen into his hands.
Meanwhile, although Yang Wenting held shares, she never involved herself in management—she only focused on her dance troupe.
At this moment, Yang Wencheng felt that the time was ripe. It was time to end this marriage.
Though his mind was already in turmoil, his face remained perfectly calm, showing no emotion at all.
He silently began planning the details of the divorce, carefully considering how to achieve it without mishap.
He knew very well that this was not the time to act rashly—the Yang family’s wealth and connections were deeply intertwined. One wrong move, and he could lose everything.
At the same time, Yang Mian observed the subtle changes in his expression.
She sneered inwardly. This man was far too easy to read.
In her eyes, this farce of the Yang family had only just begun. Who knew how many more absurd and entertaining events were yet to come?
She looked on coldly at the fake display of “motherly love and filial daughterhood.”
“Just a bit of superficial injury—do they really need to act like this?” she muttered softly.
Hearing this, Yang Wencheng immediately turned furious. He glared at her and scolded loudly, “Yang Mian! What kind of sarcastic nonsense are you spouting? Not only do you show no remorse, you even kick someone when they’re down! I really don’t know why the Huo family would choose someone like you. If you marry into the Huo family, who knows what kind of disaster you’ll bring back here!”