The Counterattack of a Wealthy Family's Substitute

Yao Yingxi was embarrassed and quickly took the bread out of her mouth, then called out, "Mr. Xi."

Xi Yuanchen was still wearing his bathrobe. He grunted and walked over.

Yao Yingxi thought he had come for breakfast, so she clenched her fingers and said, "I haven't made breakfast yet. I just asked Secretary Nan to deliver it, but he hasn't arrived yet."

Xi Yuanchen had already walked to the dining table, stopped, and looked at her.

Yao Yingxi thought he was unhappy and was wondering what to say when the doorbell rang. Yao Yingxi immediately went to open the door, and Anan came in carrying a large bag of packed breakfast.

"Thank you." Yao Yingxi took the bag from Anan's hand, feeling that it was a bit too much. Just as she was about to ask him if he wanted to come along, Xi Yuanchen coldly called her name.

Anan had spent more time with Xi Yuanchen than Yao Yingxi, and he knew Xi Yuanchen was angry from his voice, which was as cold as ice. After telling Yao Yingxi, he immediately ran away.

Yao Yingxi brought the breakfast to the table and looked at Xi Yuanchen: "What's wrong, Mr. Xi?"

Xi Yuanchen's expression was somewhat gloomy. Yao Yingxi simply couldn't understand what was wrong with the man who had been perfectly fine just moments before.

"Do you really enjoy dressing up like this and walking around in front of other people?"

The deep voice was filled with anger. Yao Yingxi glanced down at the cotton pajamas that covered her completely, and didn't think there was anything wrong with them.

Thinking this through, she simply asked, "Mr. Xi, is there a problem?"

Yao Yingxi's question only fueled Xi Yuanchen's anger. He glared at her, almost irrationally, and said, "What do you think?"

Yao Yingxi didn't want to argue with him or debate with him, so she lowered her eyelashes and said, "Okay, I'll go change my clothes."

After saying that, Yao Yingxi turned and walked towards the bedroom.

Xi Yuanchen stared at her back, feeling inexplicably uncomfortable: "Stop, have breakfast first."

Yao Yingxi paused, hesitated for a moment, and then turned back to the dining table.

Anan bought a very lavish breakfast, and it tasted delicious. But Yao Yingxi's good mood was ruined; the food tasted bland to her.

She lowered her head and drank her porridge, not touching the steamed dumplings and soup dumplings on the plate.

Xi Yuanchen frowned as he watched her eat. He saw her stirring her food with a spoon for a long time without moving it, and then asked, "Is there gold in the bowl?"

Yao Yingxi looked up at him, pursed her lips, and simply uttered two words: "No."

Xi Yuanchen continued to stare at her. Yao Yingxi felt that his emotions were a bit volatile today, but it seemed to dissipate quite quickly.

She held the spoon for a moment, then decided to speak: "Mr. Xi, are you aware of Xu Hengyuan's private life?"

"what?"

“I saw him yesterday with a very young woman and a boy who looked about seven or eight years old.”

“I heard the woman call him husband and ask him if he wanted to go to his son’s parent-teacher conference.”

After Yao Yingxi finished speaking, she looked at Xi Yuanchen.

Xi Yuanchen had almost finished eating and put down his chopsticks: "What do you want to do?"

Yao Yingxi originally thought she would have to use some persuasion to achieve her desired goal, but... it seems she has achieved her goal without doing anything.

Although it was just a small matter, it went so smoothly that Yao Yingxi could hardly believe it.

Yao Yingxi was lost in thought, wondering if she had gotten used to being abused, and now that he wasn't abusing her, she felt something was wrong.

"Hmm?" Yao Yingxi remained silent for a long time, so Xi Yuanchen tapped the table.

Coming to her senses, Yao Yingxi immediately told Xi Yuanchen her idea, and Xi Yuanchen nodded: "Okay."

Yao Yingxi nodded and said, "Thank you."

"Yao Yingxi, there's something you need to know." Xi Yuanchen looked at her: "I can lift you up, and I can also throw you down."

After saying that, Xi Yuanchen stood up, went to the bedroom to change his clothes, and left the apartment.

The sudden warning left Yao Yingxi wondering if it was Xi Yuanchen's way of expressing his dissatisfaction with her last night or this morning, or if it was a warning for the future.

The bathroom was empty, and she felt a little cold.

Xi Yuanchen always kept his promises quickly, and in the afternoon, Anan brought her what she wanted.

The relationship between Xu Hengyuan and that young woman was pretty much as Yao Yingxi had guessed.

Xu Hengyuan's mistress is named Zhou Qianqian. Zhou Qianqian met Xu Hengyuan when she came to Yuncheng to study in her first year of university, and the two of them started an affair. Their son is now eight years old.

Eight years old means that ten years ago, when she was fifteen.

If Yao Yingxi remembered correctly, Xu Hengyuan had just officially recognized He Qinfang as his wife three years prior.

Three years—so many years of illicit relationships vanished into thin air.

As Yao Yingxi looked at the documents, she couldn't help but smile.

She just couldn't understand how Zhou Qianqian and her child could still be living peacefully in Yuncheng, right under He Qinfang's nose, for ten years.

Yao Yingxi was very curious about this, and when she turned to the last page, her doubts were finally resolved.

It turns out that Xu Hengyuan had kept his mistress well protected all these years, and the mother and daughter had never been exposed.

Yao Yingxi put down the documents, walked to the French windows, and looked at the clear blue sky, unable to figure out how Xu Hengyuan managed to protect his mistress so well.

Furthermore, given his utterly dissolute private life, how could he project such an image of nobility and refinement in the public eye?

Yao Yingxi felt that having his blood in her body was a disgusting thing.

Taking a deep breath, Yao Yingxi banished those chaotic thoughts from her mind, changed her clothes, and went out.

…………

The next day, at the Xu family's house.

He Qinfang's face was deathly pale, and the few pieces of paper she was clutching in her hand were so tightly clenched that they were unrecognizable.

All the servants were hiding in their rooms, and the entire living room was completely silent.

When Xu Hengyuan returned, he didn't see a single servant from the courtyard all the way to the living room.

He thought something had happened at home, so he quickened his pace and went inside. As soon as he entered the living room, He Qinfang rushed up to him like a madwoman and started fighting with him.

Xu Hengyuan was stunned for a moment, then immediately pushed He Qinfang away and slapped her across the face.

He Qinfang was beaten to the ground by him, and Xu Hengyuan kicked him in the stomach again, saying in a gloomy voice, "What's wrong with you!"

Xu Hengyuan never held back when beating He Qinfang. He Qinfang was so pale from his kicks that she couldn't catch her breath. It took her a while to recover. Lying on the ground, she glared at Xu Hengyuan and said, "Xu Hengyuan, you ungrateful, heartless bastard! I've been with you for over ten years. When I was young, I bore the stigma of being a mistress for you! I lived my life being talked about behind my back."

"Being with you, I get scolded, and even my child gets pointed at and called an illegitimate child."

"Over the years, I've believed you have a conscience! So no matter how drunk you are, or how much trouble you've caused me and how badly you've beaten me, I've always put up with it."

"But!" He Qinfang looked at the man she had been with for half her life, her heart filled with hatred, anger, sadness, disappointment, and sorrow, and her whole body trembled: "You actually had an affair!"