Chapter 342. A Dilemma of Choosing Between Two Options (Second Update)

Her cold attitude chilled her to the bone, "Jingqi, you..."

"To do such a thing and still expect your son to acknowledge you, seducing my dad and fooling around with another man, shameless." Li Jingxuan said sarcastically, wishing she could slap her a couple more times.

Fang Hui’s face burned from the humiliation, she lifted her hand to support herself on a chair and stood up with difficulty.

She sneered coldly, wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth, "Back then, it was I and Shaohui who were together first, to be frank, your mother is the real homewrecker, she is the true third party, if it were not because of, your father’s current wife should be me, Fang Hui."

"You’re talking nonsense," Li Jingxuan scolded shrilly.

"Li Mochan, now that things have escalated to this point, are you satisfied?" Fang Hui ignored her, turning her head to look at the man sitting leisurely on the sofa, with a fierce expression on her face.

Li Mochan’s cold eyes narrowed slightly, and when he spoke, his voice carried a hint of ruthlessness.

"Even tying you and Li Shaohui together would not be enough to compensate for my mother’s life."

"Mohan, make yourself clear, what exactly is going on?" the elder Li demanded urgently.

Just then, Wei Bei entered from outside, brimming with murderous intent.

"Take him away," Li Mochan said, glancing sideways at Li Jingqi, his gaze sharp as ice.

Wei Bei nodded, and Li Jingqi, startled, instinctively tried to hide behind the elder Li.

He had only taken one step when someone grabbed the back of his collar; he looked back to find the dark muzzle of a gun pressing against his forehead.

"Don’t move, if you care about your little life," Wei Bei said coldly.

Li Jingqi swallowed hard, his face deathly pale.

Seeing this, the others felt their fear of Li Mochan grow even stronger.

"Let go of my son, Jingqi..." Fang Hui, seeing her own son with a gun to his head, was terrified out of her wits and moved to rush over without thinking.

"Take one more step forward, and I’ll start by breaking your son’s arm," Wei Bei said with a humorless smile.

"Don’t, don’t hurt him," Fangfang stopped in her tracks urgently, not daring to move any further, her eyes nervously fixed on the gun in Wei Bei’s hand.

"Master, how should we deal with him?" Wei Bei asked.

Fang Hui hurriedly turned around to look at Li Mochan, begging humbly, "Mohan, don’t hurt Jingqi, no matter what, you are also his fifth uncle, take your anger out on me, don’t harm him."

Beneath his cold brows, a pair of narrow, ink-black eyes swept over her indifferently as he said coldly, "Explain the events of that year right here, choose between saving your son or saving Li Shaohui, it’s up to you."

The dilemma of choosing one over the other plunged Fang Hui into a quandary, momentarily struggling with the decision.

"I..."

"My master’s patience is limited, speak within ten seconds, or I’ll have to make the choice for you," Wei Bei’s voice came from behind.

Fang Hui turned around quickly, meeting Li Jingqi’s eyes filled with unhidden disappointment, and felt a tightening in her heart.

"Jingqi..."

Li Jingqi turned his head away, no longer wanting to struggle in vain.

At this point, she was still hesitating.

Heh, it seemed that in her heart, he, her own son, couldn’t even compare to Li Shaohui.

With only two seconds left, Wei Bei began to count down.

"Two..."

A soft click sounded as the gun was readied.

"No, I’ll speak," Fang Hui’s legs gave out as she cried out in a panic.

"I’ll talk, don’t hurt him."

Li Shaohui’s eyes darkened as he watched Fang Hui, his rigid spine like a bow ready to release its arrow.

With a "thud," Fang Hui knelt in front of Li Mochan, suppressing the reluctance in her heart, and spoke with a heavy tone, "It was me, it was all my doing. That year, I tampered with Jiang Qian’s fetus-preserving medicine and food, that’s why she had such a difficult childbirth and bled so much. It was all my work."

Taken alone, the fetus-preserving medicine and food would not cause any harm, but together, they became a slow-acting poison.

"It was all me alone." In the end, she still wanted to protect Li Shaohui.

The others were astonished, their gazes filled with shock as they looked at Fang Hui.

So many years had passed, and no one had expected this layer of truth behind the events.

Li Shaohui felt a slight sense of relief inside, knowing it wasn’t over until the last step. He needed to keep his cool; Li Mochan had no evidence, and as long as Fang Hui didn’t betray him, he still had a chance to turn the tables.

Old Master Li frowned, anger surging up from his ribs, an uncontrollable fury igniting in his eyes.

He grabbed a cup from the table and hurled it furiously at Fang Hui.

"You venomous snake of a woman."

It had been her who killed Jiang Qian, and for all these years he had been deceived by her.

Fang Hui didn’t manage to dodge in time; the teacup struck her shoulder and hit the bone, the pain causing her to gasp sharply.

Glancing at the shattered teacup on the floor, Li Mochan curled his lip slightly, his voice cold and impatient, "Lying and scheming before me, it seems you’ve decided to abandon your own son."

"No, don’t hurt Jingqi." Ignoring the pain in her shoulder, Fang Hui cried urgently.

"It really was just me alone. Mohan, Wei Bei, believe me, it was just me; it had nothing to do with anyone else."

"It seems in your mother’s heart, her old lover is still more important," Wei Bei said sarcastically.

Li Jingqi’s lips were tightly pressed, his hands by his side clenched creaking.

Wei Bei looked up at the door and said coldly, "Come in."

Many eyes turned towards the door, and the figures of two people, one tall and one short, especially the old man in the wheelchair, immediately drew everyone’s attention.

The old man was wrapped tightly in a black cloak that covered his whole body except for his head.

When Fang Hui saw the old man’s face, her heart trembled with fright, and if not for the support from the nearby tea table, she would have almost fallen to the ground.

How could it be him?

How could he possibly be alive?

Compared with her, Li Shaohui’s complexion wasn’t looking any better, all hope now shattered.

The young man pushed the wheelchair forward, and the old man’s gaze shifted across Fang Hui and Li Shaohui, a hint of indignation on his face.

"You, how can you..." Fang Hui’s voice trembled.

"Curious as to why I’m still alive?" The old man took over her words, his hoarse voice soaked with undissolvable hatred.

"After all I did for you back then, you all ruthlessly tried to kill me off. Luckily, I managed to escape from that car accident."

"No, that can’t be." Fang Hui shook her head, "You can’t still be alive, who are you really?"

"Because of the car accident you meticulously planned, I can now only sit in a wheelchair. Your hearts are truly vicious," the old man said angrily.

"Old sir, who was it that instructed you to tamper with the fetus-preserving medicine?" Wei Bei interjected in time.

The old man looked up at the crowd, his trembling hand pointing until he finally identified Fang Hui, "It was her."

As the words fell, his finger shifted, "And him."

Li Shaohui glared, "You’re talking nonsense."

"It was you. The money back then was given by you. I have evidence. I recorded all of our phone conversations, fearing that after the deed was done, you would turn on me. I left a backup, but you still refused to let me go," the old man said, his voice raspy.