The Female Cannon Fodder With Boundless Merits-Chapter 139 - 143: The Woman Who Married into a Wealthy Family (Part 3)
Chapter 139: Chapter 143: The Woman Who Married into a Wealthy Family (Part 3)
Seven-year-old Yuan Mingting clearly hadn’t expected his usually loving mother to utter such words. For a moment, he stood there stunned, his upturned eyes drooping, slowly beginning to redden.
Without any sense of guilt for bullying a child, Su Li was quite pleased with the scene she had created. She smiled, continuing carelessly, "And besides, when adults are talking, what business is it of a child? Disrespectful to your elders, irreverent towards your mother, your manners seem quite wonderful, don’t they..."
No matter how precocious Yuan Mingting was, he was still a child. Facing the belittlement and harsh treatment from his nominal mother, his pale, tightly clenched little face struggled to hold back tears, refusing to let them fall.
At that moment, he didn’t dare say another word out of line to Su Li.
Su Li blew on her fingernails with a scoffing laugh.
He deserved it, being spoiled so...
Unaware of the vastness of the sky and the breadth of the earth.
Su Li knew from her body’s original memories that Yuan Mingting had met his birth mother when he was just five years old. No matter how the original person had treated him, it never reached his heart; perhaps, in his mind, it was the original person who had taken his mother’s place, preventing their family from reuniting.
Didn’t he just say some outrageous things.
Su Li bullied the child to the verge of tears, with not the slightest sign of stopping, tutting around Yuan Mingting, "What’s wrong, you seem quite dissatisfied..."
"You have an issue with my admonishments?"
Seeing Yuan Mingting’s angry yet silent expression, Su Li became even more amused, "Not satisfied? Keep it to yourself..."
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"Mingting..."
Yuan Mingting pursed his lips and was about to lash out when he was abruptly interrupted by a stern voice from Yuan Qiran, who was walking down the hall.
Seeing his approaching father, Yuan Mingting’s feelings of grievance surged forth, and with a sob like that of a wounded animal, he dashed like a rocket to his father’s side, hugging Yuan Qiran’s legs tightly, his eyes red, no longer making a sound.
"Not what?" Su Li asked with a slanting glance and a cocked head, seemingly curious.
Lady Mulan, Yuan Qiran’s mother, hadn’t yet recovered from the sudden change in her normally compliant daughter-in-law. In such a short span of time, her beloved grandson had been bullied before her very eyes, her heart tied up in knots with anger.
Mulan pointed at Su Li’s nose, her nail-polished finger nearly poking Su Li’s skin, "You, you, you..."
Struck speechless by fury, Mulan couldn’t string her scolding words together.
If this were the Su Li of the past, she would have already lowered her stance, placating with a submissive gaze. But the current Su Li felt a tinge of regret at not having driven her adversary to the brink of spitting blood.
Su Li could remember, in her memories, how this doting grandmother had casually remarked upon learning that there had once been another grandson, "Dead, is he? Well, that’s his misfortune."
"Su Li, you’ve gone too far this time," Yuan Qiran’s cool gaze swept over, his words free of warmth, from which Su Li discerned his displeasure.
He’s displeased... who cares...
"Mingting is your son, do you speak about your own son this way?"
It seemed Yuan Qiran must have overheard quite a bit of their conversation.
Shameless, fully aware that the boy before him is the son of his mistress and yet daring to brazenly claim him as her own son.
Smiling, Su Li folded her arms and stood with one leg bent, her posture casual yet emanating an air of prideful poise.
"Oh, is that how a son talks about his own mother?"
"And besides, isn’t it natural for a mother to reprimand her son?"
Su Li deliberately stressed the words "her own son," before looking straight over.
The usually composed and powerful Yuan Qiran suddenly felt that his embarrassment was fully exposed under those bright, piercing eyes, giving him a feeling that there was nowhere to hide.
Yuan Qiran subtly shifted his gaze, "Mom, why don’t you take Ming Ting downstairs first? I need to talk to Su Li."
Mulan saw this as her son defending his wife’s status, her heart soured, and her mood plummeted.
It really was the case of ’gaining a wife and forgetting one’s mother.’ She might have been better off letting that other woman through the door...
That woman seemed to have a softer disposition.
Yuan Mingting also hung his head in disappointment, took his grandmother’s large hand, gently squeezed it, and looked up at Mulan affectionately, "Grandma..."
As Mulan looked down at her grandson’s dependent expression, she immediately snapped out of her acidic mood, but now held even more disdain for Su Li.
"Then have a good talk with her, and teach her how to be a good wife and a good mother."
Having said that, Lady Mulan took her grandson’s hand and walked away, her retreating figure looking solitary and desolate.
"Let’s talk," Yuan Qiran stated coolly, with an expressionless face that seemed to sag.
With that, Yuan Qiran turned and walked toward the study, unmistakably signaling for Su Li to follow.
But was she really expected to obediently comply? Who said so?
Su Li snorted with laughter but didn’t pay any attention to her husband; instead, she went straight into the dressing room.
The dressing room was huge, and every year luxurious brands would send over their latest offerings for her to choose from.
Glancing around, Su Li noticed many items of the current season that had yet to be unsealed.
Yuan Qiran was indeed man enough in this regard—women spending money was largely uncontrolled...
Looking at her own flamboyant reflection then at the mostly conservative and elegant suits in the wardrobe, Su Li touched her cheek and muttered to her own stunningly enchanting reflection in the mirror, "You really are hoarding heaven’s gifts."
Su Li realized that in every life, her beauty was exceptional, and as her spiritual power grew, her appearance began to evoke an increasing sense of familiarity.
"You were doing so well before; why today... did something happen?" Yuan Qiran, with his back to the door, tugged at the collar of his shirt, his voice remaining cold with no trace of emotional fluctuation. However, a flash of impatience in his dark pupils indicated his displeasure with anything that slipped beyond his control.
"The child is still young; as his mother, you just need to guide him properly. And with my mother, don’t make things too ugly... She is still my birth mother, after all."
As Yuan Qiran spoke, an image of another woman began to form in his mind, and he slowly furrowed his brow.
It was a critical juncture for the transfer of power, and he didn’t want any unexpected incidents. Therefore, he took Su Li’s sudden emotional outburst very seriously.
Although he was the eldest son and grandson, his cousin from the second branch was competing fiercely, gaining quite a say in front of the old man, and it seemed that his grandfather was somewhat wavering.
Yuan Qiran was absorbed in thought when he suddenly realized that it was eerily silent behind him; the words he had just spoken had received no response whatsoever.
He turned around in confusion only to find that the study was empty; he had been speaking to thin air, as Su Li had not followed him at all.
He finally understood how his mother must have felt, as a fleeting flash of anger appeared in his eyes.
