Chapter 18: Selling a Daughter for Fame
"That's right, Qingxiang is married, and her husband comes to the Yang family to pick her up every now and then." Yang Wencheng's words were firm and powerful. These words were like a heavy hammer, as if they directly sentenced Yang Mian to death for what he had said before.
Yang Wenting's face instantly turned cold, and her eyes shot straight at Yang Mian like a sharp blade. Her voice trembled uncontrollably due to anger: "Yang Mian, how could I raise a daughter like you who tells lies all the time! Qingxiang raised you with great difficulty for 18 years, how could you slander her like this? Has your conscience been eaten by a dog?"
When Yang Mian heard this, instead of getting angry, he laughed softly. However, that smile was filled with endless sadness. "Oh, the mother who raised me for eighteen years? Don't you know how she 'raised' me? Over the years, every penny of my living expenses was earned by my own hard work. In the Yang family, I just barely had a meal to eat, and she never gave me a penny."
Hearing Yang Mian's words, a hint of unnaturalness flashed across Yang Wenting's eyes, and her expression was tinged with a bit of embarrassment.
Indeed, her daughter had only been working as a nanny in the Yang family for two years, and she had no idea that the young girl who was busy running around in the Yang family all day long was her own flesh and blood.
All along, Yang Wenting treated Yang Mian as just an ordinary servant, ordering him around at will without ever having any suspicion.
Looking back, when Yang Mian was a child, due to various complicated reasons, he had always lived with Qingxiang's grandparents, who were Yang Mian's nominal grandparents.
However, two years ago, the two old people passed away one after another. Yang Mian, who lost his support, had no choice but to come to the Yang family to seek refuge with Qingxiang.
After some discussion, Qingxiang and Yang Wencheng decided to keep Yang Mian in the Yang family.
Just because Yang Mian looked nothing like them, the two naively thought that the most dangerous place was the safest.
They felt that as long as they kept their mouths shut, Yang Mian's background would never be known to others.
But who could have thought that after all his careful planning, Yang Mian's true identity was seen through at a glance by the master brought by the Huo family, and was revealed without reservation.
Yang Wenting began to feel guilty towards Yang Mian.
Seeing this, Yang Huan clenched his fists tightly, pretended to be extremely weak and powerless, and cried out in a delicate voice: "Mom, it hurts! Ouch..."
Yang Wenting heard her daughter's cry and turned around quickly.
When she saw that Yang Huan’s face was as pale as paper and he looked listless, the slight feeling of guilt towards Yang Mian that had just surged in her heart disappeared without a trace in an instant.
Yang Wenting was extremely anxious. She hurried to Yang Huan's side, her face full of concern and distress. Her voice trembled slightly because of worry: "Huanhuan, my dear, how are you? Tell mom quickly, where does it hurt?"
Yang Huan groaned and moaned as he pitifully replied, "Mom, I have a terrible headache, and my hands and feet feel like they are being bitten by millions of ants. The pain is unbearable, and I feel like there is no place on my body that doesn't hurt. Woo woo woo... Will I become a cripple in the future?"
As he spoke, Yang Huan squeezed out a few tears, and he looked so pitiful.
Yang Wenting's heart seemed to be grabbed by an invisible big hand and was about to be shattered into pieces.
She quickly comforted him, "No, baby, you will be fine! Mom will do everything she can to heal your injury and make you recover as soon as possible."
However, at this moment, Yang Huan suddenly raised his head, looked at Yang Wenting with tears in his eyes and said, "Mom, why don't I leave our Yang family! Anyway, my sister won't tolerate me at all. If I stay here, it will only cause trouble for you and put you in a dilemma..."
When Yang Wenting heard this, her eyebrows immediately stood up, her eyes widened, and she said firmly: "No! Absolutely not! You are my daughter who I raised with great difficulty, how can I let you leave so easily? What Yang Mian said does not count at all. In our family, I have always been the head of the family, and it is not her turn to point fingers and give orders!"
However, Yang Wenting's seemingly righteous words were unintentional by the speaker but taken by the listener.
Yang Wencheng on the side clenched his fists, his knuckles turning slightly white from excessive force.
He couldn't help but snort in his heart, thinking secretly: Ha, what a Yang Wenting, isn't her words a blatant reminder to everyone that he is just a son-in-law who married into the Yang family?
Time flies like a white horse passing by. Before we knew it, twenty years had passed since Yang Wencheng married into the Yang family.
If Yang Wenting hadn't mentioned it today, perhaps everyone would have forgotten about it completely.
After all, he and Yang Wenting both have the surname Yang, and even their daughter takes their mother's surname. How can those who don’t know the inside story know the reasons?
Fortunately, his father-in-law and mother-in-law passed away in recent years, and now the company has been handed over to him naturally.
Yang Wenting has shares but does not manage anything. She only takes care of her own dance troupe.
At this moment, Yang Wencheng felt that the time was ripe and it was time to end his marriage with Yang Wenting.
Although his heart was already in turmoil, there was no emotion on Yang Wencheng's face, as if nothing had happened.
He silently and carefully planned the details of the divorce in his mind, racking his brains to think about how to achieve his goal smoothly.
He knew very well that this was not the time to act rashly. After all, the Yang family's wealth and connections were intricately intertwined. If he was not careful, he might lose everything and end up in complete defeat.
At the same time, Yang Mian took in all the subtle changes in Yang Wencheng's expression.
She sneered in her heart, this man's mind was too easy to guess.
In her opinion, the Yang family's farce has just begun, and who knows how many exciting and absurd things will happen in the future.
Yang Mian watched coldly at this false picture of loving mother and filial daughter. "It's just a minor skin injury, is it necessary to pretend like this?" She couldn't help but mutter softly.
When Yang Wencheng heard what Yang Mian said, he immediately glared at her and loudly rebuked her, "Yang Mian, what are you saying? Not only do you not repent, but you also add insult to injury. I really don't know why the Huo family would like you. If someone like you were to marry into the Huo family, I don't know what kind of trouble you would cause me."
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