Mrs. Yue felt like there was a knife twisting in her gut. "You… Don't you talk nonsense."
"Nonsense? Go and ask your own son," Yan Qingsi retorted.
Mrs. Yue raised her chin and said, "I will. My son would never have an affair with a minx like you. Don't try to threaten me. I will not stand for it."
Yan Qingsi gave a mirthless chuckle. "And yet a minx like me was carrying your unborn grandchild."
That made Mrs. Yue's heart ache. She could no longer face Yan Qingsi. She puffed her chest and made a disgruntled noise before walking away.
Xiao Xu whispered, "Miss, why did you lie to her?"
Yan Qingsi replied, "For fun. She's gullible."
Yue Tingfeng's mother was such an easier target in comparison.
It was obvious how much Mrs. Yue wanted a grandchild. Yan Qingsi only had to make up a simple lie to destabilize the Yue family.
'Yue Tingfeng, you made my life difficult. Now, it's my turn.'
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