449: Exposed

Exposed

Ye Xin looked at Su Tong and smiled sweetly. "Did I say that? I'm sorry, I don't remember."2

'Did Ning Xia really make such a promise? What a fool!'

However, thinking of Ning Zhe's attitude toward her and looking at Su Tong's exasperation with the situation, Ye Xin immediately understood the situation.

"I'm the legitimate and dignified Eldest Young Miss of the Ning family so I can return whenever I want. My father didn't even say anything about my return so do you think you're qualified to have an opinion about it? Oh, I understand. I've threatened your interest by returning, right? You're afraid your son won't be able to inherit everything, right? I advise you to dismiss your bad intentions. Like I said, I'm the legitimate Eldest Young Miss of the Ning family, and your son is just an illegitimate child. In fact, we should do a paternity test on your son."

Su Tong was angry that her body began to tremble. "Do you think I'm afraid of that? No matter how the test is conducted, it won't change the fact that Ning Dong is Ning Zhe's biological son; Ning Dong is Ning Zhe's only son!"

Ye Xin smiled. "Of course, I know he's my father's biological son. However, as long as a paternity test is conducted, there'll inevitably be media reports about my father suspecting Ning Dong's identity. I don't care about the results. What I care about is humiliating both of you. What do you think?"

After saying that, Ye Xin laughed heartily.

Su Tong was so infuriated by Ye Xin's unrestrained behavior that she felt her trembling body grow cold. She had never seen Ning Xia acting in such a manner before. Ning Xia was truly not human; Ning Xia was a devil!

Ye Xin stopped laughing and took a seat on the couch. She looked at Su Tong arrogantly as she said, "You're just a mistress. You won't be able to get rid of the label 'home-wrecker' for the rest of your life. In the past, I was too busy to bother with you. However, do you really think I'm easy to be bullied? I'm not leaving the Ning family no matter what. If you have a problem, you're welcome to fight me. What do you think?"

Ye Xin felt her mood improve as she looked at Su Tong. Previously, when she was living in the Mu family house, even the Old Madam's helpers had higher status than her in the house. She was at the bottom of the food chain and had to spend her days pleasing others. How could she not be happy now that she found someone she could bully? Su Tong was going to be her new target to vent her anger. She thought that having Su Tong in her life would make things a lot more fun for her.

Meanwhile, Su Tong was stunned by the woman in front of her. She thought it was impossible that the woman in front of her was Ning Xia. Who was this woman? She was very familiar with Ning Xia.

Su Tong knew the reason she could live such a peaceful life was due to Ning Xia's pride and indifference. Even if the Ning family's assets were ten times more than what it was now, Ning Xia would not be interested in them. In Ning Xia's heart, love was more important than money. Ning Xia was unyielding in that regard.

For all these reasons, Su Tong asked, "Who are you?! You're not Ning Xia!"

Ye Xin's smug expression froze slightly. She did not expect the first person to question her identity to her face would be her nominal stepmother. Was it true that one's enemy was the person who understood one the most?

After forcing herself to calm down, Ye Xin said, "What? Did you think I'm not me just because I changed my mind and returned to the Ning family? Stupid woman! You really make me laugh with your stupidity!"

Ye Xin looked at Su Tong mockingly as she laughed.

Su Tong looked at Ye Xin, terrified. After a moment, she rushed out of the door without looking back.

Ye Xin sneered. Su Tong was just an insignificant character; even if Su Tong suspected her, what could Su Tong do?

Ye Xin stretched her limbs. She planned to have a good sleep. Once she woke up, everything would be fine. It would definitely be fine. These were the words her mother had once comforted her with.    

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