CHAPTER 136: CHAPTER 136: I’M NOT A BASTARD!

This so-called eldest aunt, munching on sunflower seeds, sneered with complete disdain.

Yang Guoping hurriedly stepped forward.

"Ah Lan, Xi is Xinxin’s son, and he’s also my grandson. This child is part of our family. How can you speak like that?"

"Guoping, you’re wrong about this."

The sharp-featured second aunt chimed in her agreement.

"The eldest sister is right. If it weren’t for Xinxin shamelessly getting pregnant after sleeping with a man back then, Guoping, how would you have ended up seriously hurting someone and getting sentenced to ten years? And if it wasn’t for our Rou knowing Mr. Mo this time, you’d still have another five years to serve!"

"You all..."

Yang Guoping’s face turned ashen with fury. Seeing Yan Xinxin standing silently, he felt a deep pang of heartache.

"Xinxin, why don’t you take Xi back to your room first? Come back out when it’s time to eat."

"No need, Dad."

Yan Xinxin let out a faint laugh and sighed.

"Since neither my son nor I are welcome here, we won’t stay to offend anyone. But I want to say this—Xi is my beloved son, and I have no regrets about giving birth to him!"

"I didn’t expect that even now, Yan Xinxin, you still feel no shame and even take pride in it?"

Yan Zhirou suddenly walked out of the room, throwing out her barbed remark with a cutting tone.

Yan Xinxin looked up. This woman had dressed particularly glamorously today, wearing a seductive, high-slit dress, exuding charm.

This heavily adorned look was clearly meant for meeting someone important.

"Auntie, why are you talking about yourself like that? It’s not good."

Young Yan Chenxi spoke calmly, opening his adorable little mouth with an air of composure on his handsome little face.

Yan Zhirou glared angrily, her alluring eyes filled with annoyance.

"You little bastard, shut up!"

"I was carried by Xinxin in her belly for ten months to be born—I’m not a bastard!"

Yan Chenxi retorted furiously, his anger bubbling over.

Yan Xinxin, equally livid, was just about to step forward when Ye Lirong suddenly appeared.

"Xinxin, I need to talk to you. Come here."

"Mom, I’ll come in a moment. But before that, Yan Zhirou must apologize to Xi!"

"Apologize?"

Yan Zhirou let out a mocking laugh.

"He’s just a little bastard—"

"Zhirou, stop it."

Ye Lirong, for once, interrupted Yan Zhirou and shot her a meaningful glance.

"Didn’t you have something you wanted to discuss with your sister? Don’t provoke her unnecessarily. Xinxin, come here. Let Xi stay with his grandpa for a while."

"No! She has to apologize to Xi first. Otherwise, nothing will be discussed!"

Yan Xinxin said firmly, her pride and temper unyielding.

"Yan Xinxin, dream on!"

"Alright, Zhirou, just apologize to your sister and Xi. This has been repeated over and over; why don’t you learn? Hurry up and apologize."

Ye Lirong urged, looking as though she was genuinely siding with Yan Xinxin.

Yan Zhirou squirmed in discomfort, rolling her eyes with extreme reluctance.

"Sorry! Is this enough for you? Hmph!"

"Such a fake apology—I couldn’t care less!"

Yan Chenxi said disdainfully, tugging on Yan Xinxin’s skirt with his small hand.

"Xinxin, if the bad aunt bullies you again, you must tell me. I’ll be here waiting for you."

Hearing her son’s words, Yan Xinxin’s heart felt warm and full.

She ignored the scornful and judgmental gazes of her extended relatives, smiling as she gently patted her son’s little head.

"Don’t worry, sweetheart. Only Xi has the right to bully me, Xinxin."

With that, Yan Xinxin turned and walked toward the room. Ye Lirong and Yan Zhirou were already waiting inside.

Her gaze swept past Yan Zhirou, still showing respect as she looked toward Ye Lirong. Maintaining her composure, she parted her lips to speak.

"Mom, why did you call me back? What’s the matter?"

"Xinxin, Mom just wants to ask you—do you still consider Rou your sister? Do you still consider me your mother?"

"Mom?"

"If you still think of me as your mother, then give all your past design sketches and manuscripts to your sister. After all, you’re raising a child alone now. This is just how things will be for you in the future. But you can’t stand in the way of your sister’s success, can you?"