Chapter 887: Fifty Thousand for You, Leave My Son

"Hmph! I knew it would be her."

Lady Jian answered the phone, and before she could speak, Huang Qin's pitiful voice came from the other end: "Brother A Ning, where have you reached? I'm so scared all by myself..."

"I am his mother."

"Ah?"

Huang Qin had not expected someone else to answer the phone, and that someone was Lady Jian.

A moment later, she regained her composure and immediately changed her tone to one of respect and deference: "Hello, Auntie, I have always wanted to visit you..."

"Fine, then there is no time like the present. Let's do it now, at the Hongri Cafe. I will be there in half an hour."

Her husband: "Why are you going to see her? You're giving her too much face."

Lady Jian: "I am going to tell her our stance. Don't think that just because she has bewitched my son, she can enter our family's front door. The Jian Family is not a place she can enter just because she wants to."

"I will go with you."

Jian Xiansheng would definitely not have bothered with such matters in the past, but this time he was prepared to go with his wife to crush the mistress's arrogance.

Things hadn't even really started yet, and the household was already in chaos, husband and wife were at odds, and sister and brother had become enemies.

If that woman were allowed to succeed and enter the family, there would likely be no more peaceful days ahead.

"No need. I am more than enough to deal with that kind of woman. If you go and get yourself worked up, it won't be worth it."

Isn't it just about making someone angry?

For Lady Jian, such a small matter was as easy as turning over one's hand.

Hongri Cafe.

Lady Jian arrived on time, and after waiting for more than ten minutes, Huang Qin drifted in.

She was wearing a white cashmere coat and a pale pink skirt suit, her face carefully applied with light makeup, and her long hair simply tied into a ponytail. She looked very ladylike and well-behaved, the type that elderly people easily like.

Her careful grooming was, of course, to make a good impression on her elders, but it was a pity that Lady Jian was not an ordinary elder and would not be deceived by her superficial efforts.

In wealthy families, one has seen plenty of such "green tea" and "white lotus" types. Men might be deceived by a simple appearance, but women would not, and a woman as experienced and knowledgeable as Lady Jian certainly would not!

Huang Qin smiled sweetly: "Hello, Auntie. This is a Bulletproof Vest I knitted for you and Uncle by hand. I never had the chance to give it to you, but since there is an opportunity today, I brought it along. It's a small gift, please don't mind it."

The gift was presented before her, but she did not take it.

Lady Jian looked her up and down, staring until Huang Qin felt flustered, unsure of what she actually meant.

"Take this back. We don't care for it."

"Ah, okay."

She did not insist and put it away in fear and trepidation.

Huang Qin kept her head lowered, masking a trace of hatred in her eyes.

She asked cautiously: "Auntie, may I sit?"

"Sit."

Lady Jian said with disdain: "You don't need to act well-behaved in front of me. I know what kind of person you are without even looking."

"If you were late to our meeting because the road was long and you couldn't make it, I could understand. But seeing how carefully you've dressed, it's clear you wanted to leave a good impression on us. To waste time on that, yet fail to arrive at the agreed-upon time, shows that you are not an honest person; you are very hypocritical."

Huang Qin realized it was a disaster; she had been too clever for her own good.

She was anxious to change the impression and hurriedly interrupted: "Auntie, please let me explain..."

Lady Jian stopped her: "You don't need to explain. I don't want to hear your excuses, and they won't fool me. Miss Huang, don't try to win sympathy from me with your pitiful look. It's useless."

"Here is fifty thousand. Leave my son, and never have any contact with him again."

A stack of cash was slapped onto the table, and the thickness of it almost made Huang Qin's nose crooked with anger.

Fifty thousand?

Who are you insulting?

She had racked her brains to get to where she was step by step; was she someone who could be dismissed with fifty thousand?

She was very angry inside, but she did not show it on her face.

She pushed the money back and said sternly: "Auntie, you underestimate me. I truly like Brother A Ning. It's not his money I like, but the person himself."

"Hmph!"

Lady Jian snorted with contempt.

"Stop acting in front of me. What do you mean you don't like money? You just think this amount is too little. Do you think that by getting the person, you can get everything of his? You've calculated well, but it's absolutely impossible. The people in our family will never accept you."

"Fifty thousand isn't much, but that is all you are worth! Young lady, let me give you some well-intentioned advice: stop dreaming about Cinderellas marrying princes and sparrows flying onto branches to become phoenixes."

"The reason Cinderella could marry the prince is because Cinderella's father was a count. What does your father do?"

Huang Qin was left speechless.

Lady Jian continued: "It is best for a young lady to be down-to-earth and find someone of equal social standing. Don't always think about reaching the sky in one step and getting something for nothing. If you hold onto such thoughts, you will only fall very hard."

Huang Qin:...

She had heard this sentence before.

Jian Yixin had said it. They were mother and daughter, after all; their way of speaking and the content were exactly the same.

"Auntie..."

"Don't call me Auntie. Is 'Auntie' something you can call me? Call me Lady Jian."

Huang Qin was not discouraged by Lady Jian's barrage of attacks and still wanted to make an effort: "Lady Jian, when I was at home, a fortune teller told my father that I have the destiny to bear a son."

She had calculated well. Isn't a son what the elderly value most? Jian Yining's wife had given birth to three girls; if she could bear a boy, it would certainly be a plus.

But she had not expected.

"Pah!"

She was even more despised.

The look Lady Jian gave her was even more disdainful: "A fortune teller said so? No way, no way. What era is this? You aren't still trying to fool me with such clumsy tricks, are you?"

"Setting aside whether this statement of yours is true, and regardless of whether the fortune teller's prediction is accurate, even if you could bear a son, what does that have to do with our A Ning?"

"You have schemed for so long, yet my son hasn't even touched you once; how do you have the nerve to mention bearing a son in front of me? You're a young girl, but your skin is thick enough."

"With a character like yours, you still want to marry into a wealthy family? Keep dreaming! A wealthy family is not easy to enter; it's not just a matter of being able to bear a son."

Lady Jian had said her piece and was not prepared to continue wasting time with her.

She stood up and left one final remark: "I forgot to tell you, I recorded everything we just said. If you still intend to repeat your old tricks and play the victim in front of my son, or twist the truth, feel free, but fake is fake; it will never become real."

Lady Jian left, and Huang Qin collapsed into her chair.

Her eyes stared fixedly at the banknotes in front of her—fifty thousand!

Was this meant to buy out the happiness of the rest of her life and her hope of stepping into a wealthy family?

No, she was not reconciled.

She absolutely could not let it end like this; she would accept this bit of money, but she would not actually leave—she would just consider it a greeting gift from the old thing.

After thinking it through, she calmly packed the stacks of money into her bag and left gracefully.

……

It wasn't until evening that Jian Yining remembered he had left his phone at his parents' house.

No wonder it had been so quiet all day, with no calls coming in.

He had thought a lot during the long day, and what his parents and sister said made sense.

Actually, it wasn't that complicated; he would just guarantee not to see Huang Qin in the future. Was it really that important who was right and who was wrong?

What his family wanted was nothing more than an attitude from him.

He returned to his parents' house to retrieve his coat, mainly wanting to apologize to his parents and ask them not to be angry.

Then he would apologize to his sister, and finally go find his wife.

Regardless of whether his wife would forgive him, he was not prepared to meet Huang Qin again; he would give her a sum of money to let her live in another city, and as long as the two of them were not together, many troubles would be easily resolved.