"Jingjing is your mother."
Mo Yinhe's clear and magnetic voice was exceptionally cruel, tinged with a vengeful satisfaction, as if he wanted to see his son tormented to tears.
Ye Nianbai indeed turned into a dumbfounded goose.
A bolt from the blue on a clear day.
"What the shrimp?"
"Jingjing is not your wife; she's my wife. If you dare call her your wife again, you'll be eating 'shredded pork stir-fried with bamboo whips' for dinner, understand?" Mo Yinhe was truly wicked.
Ye Nianbai let out a "WAAAH!" and burst into loud wails.
"Daddy is lying! Daddy's so shameless, all to snatch this Young Master's wife, WAAAH—"
Mo Yinhe ignored him.
The others wanted to comfort Ye Nianbai but didn't know where to start. The poor little guy.
Both Elder Mr. and Mrs. Ye had been unaware of this matter and were stunned upon hearing it.
Mrs. Ye said blankly, "Yinhe, is this true? You can lie to the child, but don't lie to Grandma."
