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No father would want to receive this kind of evaluation.
Yi Ming was no exception; he stared at his youngest son, completely baffled.
Yimu was the one who gave him the least trouble; he was like his mother, never fighting or grabbing.
Yi Ming once had a headache because of Yi Mu's personality, worrying that he wouldn't be able to compete with his two older brothers when he grew up.
But the sight of Yimu standing before him made him realize that his youngest son was not as harmless as he appeared.
This pleased Yi Ming, but also angered him. As a son, he shouldn't embarrass his father in front of outsiders.
He frowned and told Yi Mu, "That's enough. If you don't like today's food, I'll cook something better for you next time."
Yi Mu nodded and continued the conversation.
"Father was right after all. The Yi family's cooking has never suited my taste. I used to put up with it, but now I just want to say to Grandma, don't you find it too salty?"
The old lady who was called out glared at him coldly, her eyes looking exactly like Qin Xiang's.
She used to be a wicked grandmother, but now, with her son's wings growing stronger, she can only feign kindness towards her grandson, whom she doesn't even like, and she can't even keep up the act.
“I don’t like coming to the Yi family. You force me to come and never ask why, because you only want us to obey.”
Yi Mu was like a tapeworm in Yi Ming's stomach, laying bare all his thoughts and exposing them to the sunlight.
“I originally thought you loved my mom, but then one time, I accidentally discovered that a young, beautiful woman with disheveled clothes got out of your car, and you even went shopping with her and bought her gifts. Oh, my mom has an identical diamond necklace in her drawer.”
Li Xiaoyun, who was standing to the side, was not moved at all by these words, her eyes remaining expressionless.
Qin Xiang scoffed at the absurdity, then burst into laughter as if a switch had been flipped.
"I fucking thought you were just a little bitch, but it turns out, hahahahaha..."
As she laughed, tears welled up in her eyes. It was unclear whether she was pitying herself or pitying Li Xiaoyun.
Yi Ming was completely speechless; he didn't even dare to look at Li Xiaoyun's face.
He repeatedly told Li Xiaoyun, "I love you, I will give you a home, and I will make you my wife."
In the end, he accomplished nothing, and the most ridiculous thing was that he thought he was close to achieving it.
Yi Mu remained expressionless, as if recounting a story unrelated to himself, utterly indifferent.
"Stop deceiving yourself and others. You love yourself the most. You kept my mother with you just to prove to everyone that you are not a coward who lives off women."
Yi Mu was terrifyingly calm. He stared at Yi Ming, peeling his skin off inch by inch.
"You were powerless to get a divorce back then, but now you can force Qin Xiang to get a divorce. As long as you offer enough benefits, you can force the Qin family to compromise."
“You’ve finally become strong, so you don’t have to prove yourself to my mother, this cowardly woman with no personality at all. You can use your money and status to freely hunt new, young, and beautiful prey.”
“You have grown from weak to strong, transformed from a cocoon into a butterfly, so you are thinking of fulfilling your promise from back then to prove that you are fully capable of rebelling against your family and the Qin family.”
Like a demon, Yi Mu skinned and dismembered Yi Ming, exposing the bloody flesh still connected by tendons.
He walked up to Yi Ming and uttered his final, heart-wrenching words: "What a pity, it's all too late."
Everyone knows exactly what kind of person you are.
Not only your parents, your son, your wife, but even your mistress whom you thought you could control, all see through you completely.
You are just a pathetic coward, shrinking back, afraid to move forward, afraid to take a gamble, like a snail.