Chapter 187: Stealing Your Man Without Discussion

"Hmph—" Jian Yixin gave a light huff, waking up very "timely."

After waking up and seeing Sheng Hanyu, she suddenly let out a "waa" and began to cry, saying between sobs: "Hanyu, is it you? I'm not dreaming, am I? Am I really alive to see you? Am I still alive?"

She pushed aside her mother, who was preparing to embrace her, and threw herself into Sheng Hanyu's arms, weeping like rain on pear blossoms, looking sorrowful and pitiful.

Sheng Hanyu coaxed her gently: "Don't cry, Yixin, don't cry. When did you run over here? Your family couldn't find you and were nearly driven mad with worry."

He deliberately avoided mentioning himself, focusing instead on her family, wanting to establish a sense of boundaries with her.

While coaxing Jian Yixin, Sheng Hanyu looked at his wife with a pleading and helpless expression; she understood the meaning in his gaze: She is emotionally unstable right now, so it will be fine once she is calmed down; my wife, please don't be angry, I don't want this either...

"Woooo... Hanyu, I'm so scared. Your housekeeper is so terrifying, she hit me... She grabbed my hair and tried to drive me out. No matter how I begged her, it was useless, and she even headbutted me!"

Jian Yixin accused the victim first, turning black into white and framing Shi Youxuan for everything she had done herself.

Shi Youxuan could no longer hold back, pointing her finger at Jian Yixin and scolding: "You're spouting nonsense. Jian Yixin, is this two-faced act of yours fun? Do you dare swear that you weren't lying just now, and that everything you said is true?"

Jian Yixin ignored her, shrinking into Sheng Hanyu's arms and trembling, whispering: "I was wrong, don't hit me, I was wrong, I was wrong..."

Her pitiful little appearance made anyone who saw her feel as if she had suffered a great grievance.

Sheng Hanyu comforted the person in his arms softly and even glared at his wife.

He felt that Shi Youxuan was being too excessive now; Yixin was still a patient, how could she treat her like this?

Although he did not rebuke his wife—after all, there were outsiders present—he already believed what Jian Yixin said in his heart.

Because he knew his wife would never suffer a loss, and Jian Yixin was so fragile that she would not provoke anyone.

His gaze made Shi Youxuan feel very hurt; he did not trust her, and like the housekeeper, he believed that what Jian Yixin said was true, and that she was lying!

Jian Yixin, soft and weak, continued to cry and complain: "I didn't lie, I really didn't lie. Zhang Ma also saw the housekeeper trying to drive me out; you can ask Zhang Ma."

Jian Yixin always called Shi Youxuan "housekeeper" in front of others, but in reality, she knew Shi Youxuan's identity.

From the moment Jian Yixin's aggressive face-change began, Shi Youxuan realized that she knew she was Sheng Hanyu's wife, and even knew she was pregnant!

Now, pretending to be weak was just for others to see. Shi Youxuan no longer needed to doubt; she could be certain that this had been premeditated for a long time, and perhaps even the amnesia was faked!

That aunt of Jian Yixin's was definitely in cahoots with her; the two of them had teamed up just to snatch Sheng Hanyu away.

In a flash of insight, Shi Youxuan saw through Jian Yixin's goal and figured it all out.

Zhang Ma was called over by Sheng Hanyu; she would not lie and stated exactly what she knew: "The Eldest Young Mistress gave everyone one thousand yuan as a hardship fee to go out and look for people, with an extra ten thousand yuan reward if they were found."

"I was worried that it wouldn't be safe for the Eldest Young Mistress to be alone in such a big house, so I didn't go out. The Eldest Young Mistress asked me to check the opposite Villa, saying Miss Jian might be hiding there, so I went."

"I searched room by room on the other side but didn't find Miss Jian. When I returned, I saw Miss Jian and the Eldest Young Mistress struggling at the door; I don't know anything else."

The housekeeper still held something back.

When she arrived at the door, she happened to see the two of them fighting, but she did not mention the part where Jian Yixin begged Shi Youxuan.

"You're lying."

Jian Yixin was furious. She hadn't expected that Zhang Ma, who was loyal to Sheng Hanyu, would actually be on Shi Youxuan's side. The perfect plan she had painstakingly designed had actually failed at the most critical detail!

Zhang Ma kept her head lowered and her tone calm: "Miss Jian, you were caught in the rain just now; would you like to take a hot bath?"

"Hanyu, believe me!" Seeing that Zhang Ma was "unreliable," Jian Yixin immediately turned to Sheng Hanyu, looking at him pitifully.

He pulled away from Jian Yixin's hand and handed her over to Lady Jian, maintaining his distance without a trace.

Without answering Jian Yixin's words directly, he said to the housekeeper: "There's nothing for you here now. Open up a few more bathrooms; everyone needs a hot bath, and boil some ginger soup for everyone to drink."

"Yes, Eldest Young Master."

The housekeeper agreed and left. Shi Youxuan felt comfortable with this arrangement; it was impartial and did not give Jian Yixin any special treatment.

Zhang Ma was truly reliable at a critical moment; Shi Youxuan felt a small, triumphant thrill in her heart.

But this matter was not over yet. Lady Jian had finally found her daughter, and seeing her daughter suffer a loss at Shi Youxuan's hands, she immediately prepared to vent her daughter's anger.

"Why did you hit my daughter?"

Shi Youxuan was neither humble nor pushy: "She was the one who started it. As soon as she came in from outside, she cursed me with the most vicious words and even tried to knock the child in my womb out."

She was telling the truth, but Lady Jian did not believe her: "You're lying. My daughter never fights with people. Even when others bully her, she doesn't dare to fight back and only cries. Everything you said is a lie."

As Lady Jian spoke, she raised her hand to slap Shi Youxuan, but was stopped by her son: "Mom, don't be like this. The matter hasn't been cleared up yet; how can you just hit people?"

Lady Jian didn't hit Shi Youxuan, and in her anger, she slapped her son across the face: "You ungrateful thing, siding with outsiders! Have you lost track of who is family and who is not?"

This wasn't a matter of who was family, but Jian Yining's intuition told him that his sister was lying.

He was happy that his sister had returned, no less happy than anyone else, but after interacting with her over these two days, he clearly felt that his sister was not the sister from before; the change was huge.

The two of them were fraternal twins and had Telepathy; no one understood Jian Yixin better than he did!

This change was not just on the surface, but deep within her heart; it was completely different. He hadn't had a chance to tell his parents before this incident occurred.

Lady Jian scolded her son, and her son didn't argue back because he was afraid of making her angry.

But she had nowhere to vent her resentment, so she turned to glare at Shi Youxuan.

Shi Youxuan didn't lower herself to her level and pretended not to see, just to give Jian Yining some face.

The housekeeper came over again; the hot water for bathing was ready, and the ginger soup was boiled, but Lady Jian declined the kindness, intending to take her daughter back immediately.

Jian Yixin refused to leave.

She cried and refused to go, begging Sheng Hanyu not to abandon her, and even said that the people in front of her were not her father and mother, but just an uncle and aunt.

She only had one relative in the country, Sheng Hanyu; if he refused to take her in, she would go back!

No matter who tried to persuade her, it was useless. She was set on Sheng Hanyu, and since he was the one who brought her back, he had to be responsible for her to the end.

Sheng Hanyu was in a dilemma.

Agreeing was wrong, and refusing was also wrong.

If he agreed, his wife would certainly not consent.

If he didn't agree, although Jian Yixin's personality was weak, she also had a stubborn streak. She could run away once, so she could run away a second time. This time, running to his house was a narrow escape, but if something were to happen next time, he would regret it for the rest of his life.