Chapter 82 Chapter 82 The Loudest Slap
It was a dark night, and only a desk lamp was on in the study of the Yu Mansion. The light outlined Yu Sixie's slightly tired but extremely determined profile.
Opposite him sat Yu's father and mother, who both looked calm.
"Dad, Mom," Yu Sixie began, his voice low and sincere. "Once Xiaoxi's studies at Peking University are finished and Grandma's treatment is stable, I plan to... go back to W City with her."
As soon as these words were spoken, both Yu's father and mother showed obvious surprise on their faces.
They exchanged glances, and Mother Yu couldn't help but confirm, "You mean... you're leaving Jing City? Going to live in Mayor W?"
"Yes." Yu Sixie answered without hesitation, "It's not a short business trip. The focus of my work and life has shifted there."
The study was quiet for a moment.
Father Yu pondered, his fingers tapping lightly on the armrest of the mahogany chair.
Lihe Group's current development focus is in Beijing. As the only son, Yu Sixie is the undisputed successor of the family. This decision is of great significance.
However, to Yu Sixie's surprise, the expected strong opposition did not come.
Yu Ping spoke slowly and steadily, "After years of adjustments, the company's structure has matured significantly, and our professional management team is fully capable of handling daily operations. Major decisions can be made through remote meetings and regular travel. Your mother and I are still relatively young, so we can help keep an eye on things at critical moments."
He paused, then looked at his son with a deep gaze. "The important thing is, have you thought it through?"
Mother Yu also sighed softly. There was no blame in her tone, but more understanding and concern. "Yes, Sixie, are you really ready? To leave your familiar environment and let go of everything here?"
Yu Sixie was shocked by his parents' reaction. He had prepared many reasons to persuade them, but now he felt stuck in his throat.
He looked at his parents with confusion in his eyes: "Dad, Mom, you... don't object?"
Seeing his confused expression, Yu's mother suddenly laughed. Her smile was filled with the insight of someone who had experienced the world and a hint of cunning.
"Objection? Why would you object?" She picked up the teacup and blew gently. "Yu Sixie, do you think we can't see? Xitong, in her heart, likes this family."
Yu Sixie was slightly stunned.
Mother Yu continued, her eyes gentle, "She can feel that our kindness to her is genuine. She's here with Xiaozhi, you, us, and the circle and friends she's just gotten familiar with. During this time, the smile on her face is genuine. That kind of relaxation and happiness can't be faked."
"For her, W City is more like... a knot in her heart that she must return to, a battlefield where she must prove her worth. She needs time there to pick up the pieces of her past that were interrupted by family changes and her move to Beijing, and to bring them to a successful conclusion."
Yu Sixie was surprised by the accuracy of Yu's mother's analysis.
"But," Yu's mother changed the subject, her tone firm, "I believe that once her wish over there is fulfilled and her heart knot is untied, she will definitely come back."
She put down the teacup and looked at her son lovingly: "Also, have you asked Xiaozhi what he thinks?"
Yu Sixie was stunned again.
He really hadn't discussed this issue in depth with Xizhi yet.
Mother Yu smiled slightly. "Although Xiaozhi is young, he has already gotten used to life in Jing City. The schools here, the friends he has made, the resources he has access to, and the perspectives he has are incomparable to what is currently available in W City. We asked him privately, and he clearly stated that he prefers it here and doesn't want to transfer. Xiaoxi loves Xiaozhi so much, would she not consider the environment in which her child will grow and develop?"
Father Yu also nodded and continued, "A complete family is certainly important. But providing the best platform for children's growth is also the responsibility of parents. Xitong is a sensible mother. She won't just care about herself and ignore Xiaozhi's future."
Mother Yu concluded, her eyes filled with wisdom and trust: "So, we support you going to W City. Just think of it as accompanying Xiaoxi to complete an important stage goal of hers. Don't worry about the company. We'll take care of the family. We believe that one day, you will come back together. This will always be your home."
Listening to his parents' far-sighted, understanding and supportive words, Yu Sixie felt a mixture of emotions.
He originally thought that something he would have to fight for with great difficulty was actually easily granted by his parents.
He stood up and bowed deeply to his parents: "Dad, Mom, thank you."
…
After Xueying moved into the Yu family, she was not content.
Relying on her status as a pregnant woman, she occasionally showed some vulnerability in front of Yu's mother, trying to win sympathy, but Yu's mother always maintained a polite distance.
She spent most of her time anxiously thinking about how to use this child to gain the greatest benefit and how to further alienate Yu Sixie and Xi Tong.
However, an unexpected change occurred - Yu Ziche suddenly ended his business trip and came back.
As soon as he entered the house, he pieced together the shocking news from the servants' evasive words and the solemn expressions of Yu's father and mother: Xue Ying had moved into the house and she claimed that the child was Yu Sixie.
Yu Ziche was in disbelief at first, and then a surge of anger of being fooled and betrayed suddenly rushed to his head!
He always thought that Xueying's ambiguous attitude towards him was due to her reserve, and that he had not yet completely impressed her. He even felt guilty for "involving" her before!
What happened? She actually climbed into his brother's bed?!
And she's pregnant?!
So what had Yu Ziche become? A joke that she played with at her fingertips? A stepping stone for her to get closer to his brother?!
Jealousy and humiliation burned away his sanity like a poisonous fire.
He even forgot his previous bad behavior and only felt that Xue Ying had cheated him with a huge green hat.
That night, while Yu's father, Yu's mother and others were in their respective rooms, he angrily broke into the guest room where Xue Ying was staying.
Xue Ying was looking at her bulging belly in the mirror, thinking about her next step, when she was startled by the door suddenly slamming open.
"Yu Ziche? You..."
Before she could finish her words, Yu Ziche rushed over, grabbed her wrist with red eyes, and used such force that it almost crushed her bones.
"Xueying! You bitch!" he growled, his voice distorted with anger. "Tell me the fuck! Whose bastard is this in your belly?! How dare you play tricks on me?! Using me as a springboard to seduce my brother?!"
Xue Ying was frightened by his ferocious look, but then forced herself to calm down and tried to shake off his hand, maintaining the posture of a victim: "Yu Ziche, let me go! You hurt me! The child... the child is your brother's! It was your brother who forced me to do this!"
"fart!"
Yu Ziche shoved her back violently, his saliva almost spraying on her face, "Would my brother be interested in someone like you? Stop flattering yourself! Tell me! Do you have another man outside? Huh?!"
"I didn't! You're slandering me!"
Xueying also became anxious and retorted sharply. She hated it most when others questioned her methods and charm.
The two quarreled fiercely in the guest room, and the noise became louder and louder.
Yu Ziche cursed without restraint, while Xue Ying cried and defended herself, mixed with sarcasm about Yu Ziche's incompetence and dandyism.
In the chaos, Yu Ziche pushed Xue Ying hard, trying to wake her up.
Xueying was wearing soft indoor slippers and her feet were unstable. When he pushed her like that, she screamed and staggered backwards, hitting her waist heavily on the sharp corner of the hard mahogany dressing table behind her!
"ah--!"
A shrill scream.
The sharp pain instantly spread from her waist to her entire abdomen. Xueying's face turned pale, and cold sweat dripped down. She slid down the dressing table and fell onto the carpet, and a glaring pool of bright red quickly spread under her...
The huge noise attracted the servants and the startled Yu's mother and father.
Everyone gasped when they saw the scene in the guest room.
"Quick! Call an ambulance!" Yu's mother reacted immediately.
The ambulance came roaring and took the unconscious Xueying to the hospital.
Outside the emergency room, Yu Ziche sat slumped on the bench as if he had lost his soul, his face pale.
He didn't expect it to turn out like this.
After an unknown amount of time, the doctor came out and announced with regret: "The patient suffered a violent blow to the abdomen, which caused acute massive bleeding. The fetus... could not be saved."
Yu Ziche trembled all over.
When Xueying woke up from anesthesia and learned that her child was gone, she first broke down in tears, and then stared at Yu Ziche, who was forced to come to the hospital by Yu's father, with resentful eyes.
Yu Ziche looked at her pale, weak and hatred-filled face, and thought of the "nephew" who had disappeared inexplicably, and an idea suddenly emerged in his mind.
He suddenly grabbed the doctor's arm, his voice hoarse but extremely firm:
"Doctor! Do a paternity test! Do it now! Use the aborted product and me for a DNA test! I must know whose the hell this child belongs to!"
This time, without the obstruction of the pregnant woman herself, the identification procedure was carried out smoothly.
A few days later, the cold appraisal report came out.
It was confirmed in black and white that there was a biological parent-child relationship between the aborted product and Yu Ziche.
The child is indeed Yu Ziche's.
This result was like the loudest slap in the face of Yu Ziche, and it also completely shattered Xue Ying's last bit of delusion of turning the tables with the help of her child.
The truth was revealed to the world in the most tragic and unbearable way.
Yu Ziche looked at the report and fell to the ground, not knowing whether to cry or laugh.
Xueying, lying on the hospital bed, stared at the ceiling with empty eyes. All her calculations, ambitions and struggles seemed to have disappeared along with the child who should not have come.
…
The hospital ward was filled with disinfectant and a faint smell of blood.
Xueying lay on the pale hospital bed, her face even paler than the sheets, her eyes staring at the ceiling with empty eyes. It seemed as if all the energy and spirit had been drained out of her, leaving only a fragile, empty shell.
Under the double blow of miscarriage and the revelation of the truth, she seemed to have lost even the energy to feel resentment.
The door was gently pushed open and Xitong walked in.
She didn't bring any flowers or any supplements, but just walked quietly to the bedside.
Xueying's eyes moved, and when she saw it was her, she pulled up a mocking and powerless arc at the corner of her mouth, and said in a hoarse voice: "Come to see me laugh? Are you satisfied now, Senior Sister Xitong?"
Xi Tong ignored her thorns, pulled over a chair and sat down, his eyes calmly fixed on her bloodless face.
"I'm not here to laugh at you." She paused, "Yu Ziche told me about the appraisal report."
Xueying's body stiffened slightly, and she closed her eyes, unwilling to face it.
"I also know some things about your family." Xitong's voice was soft, without sympathy, more like a statement, "Your mother... and your father."
Xueying suddenly opened her eyes, a trace of embarrassment and anger at having her past exposed flashed in her eyes: "You investigated me?!"
"There's no need for a special investigation." Xi Tong met her gaze, her eyes clear. "Yu Ziche made your family's situation known to everyone in order to shirk responsibility. Besides, you lived there before, so you must have felt something."
Xueying bit her lower lip, turned her head away, and her shoulders trembled slightly.
The filth from her original family that she tried so hard to cover up was finally laid bare in front of the person she least wanted to see.
The ward fell into silence, with only the regular ticking of medical equipment.
After a long moment, Xitong spoke again, her voice strangely calm: "Actually, we are a bit similar."
Xueying sneered, obviously not believing it.
Xi Tong didn't care and continued slowly, "My parents died early. Those so-called relatives at home didn't care about how to help me, but how to divide up the little things my parents left behind. They treated me like a burden. In the most difficult times, I also felt that the whole world owed me and that no one could be trusted. Only by grasping real money and power could I survive and avoid being bullied."
Xueying's body stopped shaking. She slowly turned her head and looked at Xitong in surprise.
She never thought that this woman who seemed to have a smooth life and was loved by everyone had such a past.
"I remember that during the summer vacation of my sophomore year, I worked three jobs simultaneously to save up for the next semester's tuition. I waited tables in a cafe during the day, set up shop at a night market at night, and took on translation work late at night. I was so tired that I could fall asleep while standing on the subway."
Xitong's tone was very flat, as if she was telling someone else's story. "Back then, I hated it too. I hated the unfairness of fate and those so-called relatives who took advantage of my misfortune."
"But," she changed the subject, her eyes becoming deep and resolute, "I later figured it out. The misfortunes of our original families are not a reason for us to become hateful and hurt innocent people. Fate has dealt us a bad hand. There's no point in complaining, and even less use in wallowing in hatred. All we can do is work harder and more soberly than the average person, relying on our own abilities to play this bad hand better bit by bit."
She looked at Xueying, her eyes not filled with accusation, but with a penetrating understanding bordering on compassion. "You are very smart, Xueying. Smarter than most, and capable. If you had channeled the energy and perseverance you use to scheme and take shortcuts into the right path, you could have gone higher, further, and... honorably."
Xueying listened in a daze. Xitong's words were like a blunt knife, slowly cutting through her layers of disguise, revealing a soul inside that was equally scarred but had chosen a completely different path.
She had always thought that Xitong's luck was innate, but now she understood that her calmness and confidence were the result of being tempered through hardships.
She opened her mouth, wanting to retort, wanting to say that she had no choice, wanting to say that the world had never shown her kindness...
But all the excuses seemed so pale and powerless under Xitong's calm and powerful gaze.
Two lines of ice-cold tears slid down from Xueying's eyes without any warning. It was not a performance, nor was it calculation, but rather the long-suppressed grievance, unwillingness, and a trace of regret that even she herself was unwilling to admit.
Xitong didn't say anything else, just sat quietly for a while, then stood up and gently patted the back of her hand.
"Take good care of yourself."
She left this sentence and turned to leave the ward.
The door closed gently.
Xueying lay on the hospital bed, letting her tears soak the pillow.
She was the only one left in the empty ward, facing the failed plan, the lost child, and the broken heart that was quietly touched by Xitong's words and even felt unfamiliar to herself.
For the first time, she felt unprecedented confusion about what path to take in the future.
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