Daohua’s words struck like a thunderbolt from a clear sky, leaving everyone in the Yan Family reeling with shock.
Madam Sun gazed at Yan Zhiyuan, her face a picture of disbelief, and pleaded, "Head of the family, what mistress? What child of a mistress? Is Yiyi talking nonsense, right?"
Yan Zhiyuan couldn’t bring himself to look at Madam Sun and turned his head away.
Seeing his reaction, Madam Sun’s chest felt like it had been ruthlessly pounded by a sharp weapon, and just as she was about to turn and question Daohua, she caught a glimpse of the young boy standing beside Yan Zhiyuan out of the corner of her eye.
Looking at the boy, whose features bore a striking resemblance to Yan Zhiyuan’s, Madam Sun broke down.
When she and the head of the family got married, it wasn’t arranged by their parents or through a matchmaker, but rather they had taken a liking to each other privately. Despite their families’ objections, they had managed to come together after much difficulty. That’s why even though Yan Zhiyuan had grown somewhat distant from her over the years, she didn’t take it to heart, believing firmly in the affection between them.
But looking at the boy before her, she suddenly realized that everything she had believed in was nothing but a joke.
"Heh heh~"
Madam Sun suddenly laughed, and as she laughed, tears began to slide down from her eyes.
How proud she was all these years, thinking she was the happiest of the three daughters-in-law of the Yan Family.
Although her elder sister-in-law was a married lady from an official family, the elder brother had a concubine. Concubine Lin had given her quite a bit of trouble in past years. There were times when she saw her looking dejected, and she even felt sympathy for her in secret.
The third brother didn’t fool around, but he was excessively honest and dull. His wife had spent so many years with him and almost never received any gifts from him, let alone heartwarming, affectionate words.
Only she had a husband who had no concubines and was especially attentive, surprising her with little delights from time to time.
She had never dreamt that the head of the family would keep a mistress.
"Mother!"
Yan Wenjie and Zhu Qiyun saw that Madam Sun looked unwell and quickly approached to steady her as she seemed about to collapse.
Yan Zhiyuan, seeing Madam Sun in such a state, was somewhat panicked. Madam Sun had always been someone who wouldn’t give in easily. It might have been fine if she made a scene, but the utter calmness with which she was looking at him left him at a loss for what to do. freewebnσvel.cøm
"Father, what are you doing?"
Yan Yihuan quickly ran to support Yan Yile, looking at her sister’s swollen face, she glared at Yan Zhiyuan with accusation and reproach.
Seeing his two daughters looking at him with indignation, Yan Zhiyuan felt stunned and somewhat regretful. He was infuriated, first by Yiyi’s provocations and now his own daughter daring to yell at him. He’d lost his temper and slapped her without thinking.
Yan Wenjie stepped forward to shield his sisters, looking disapprovingly at their father, "Father, my sister is young and can’t withstand such hits."
No sooner had he finished speaking than a figure swept past, and then two slaps echoed through the courtyard.
"Yan Zhiyuan! What kind of monster are you, daring to hit my daughter!"
Seeing his mother slap his father twice, with seemingly more to come, Yan Wenjie was greatly startled and hurriedly stepped forward to hold back Madam Sun.
"You shrew!"
Yan Zhiyuan was stunned by the slaps, and as soon as he came to his senses, his anger turned to fury, and he raised his hand to strike at Madam Sun.
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