1957: You're A Bastard Child

You're A Bastard Child

Ye Jian must have found something. That's right, she must have found something!1

Grandma Ye couldn't let the bastard live anymore. She could not! She had to kill her! Only by killing her would Zhixiang and her family be safe. Otherwise, she would cling onto Zhixiang and possibly harm her two precious grandsons!

Although Grandma Ye was paralyzed and her brain wasn't as good as before, it wasn't a full stroke. She looked at Ye Jian, who had grown up to the point where she could no longer control this little girl. She saw that Ye Jian wanted to stand up for Ye Xinfan and Sun Xueqing, who had died early. Grandma Ye, who was still anxious a second ago, suddenly smiled.

A laugh escaped from her mouth. It was like the strange laughter of a person who lived in darkness and humidity all year round. It was full of malice.

She was just a bastard child. Did she really think she was someone important?!

Grandma Ye had never liked Ye Jian, not even for a moment. She stared at Ye Jian, who was now so strong that she was even capable of angering her. She laughed weirdly. Suddenly, she spat a mouthful of phlegm at Ye Jian.

Seeing Ye Jian avoiding her so agilely, Grandma Ye held the armrest of the wheelchair tightly with both her hands. Her face and eyes were filled with malicious laughter. "Ye Jian, do you know why I don't like you? Because… you're a bastard. You're a bastard child whom your mother gave birth to with her lover outside."

She spoke in a hurry, so her words were even more unclear. However, Ye Jian could hear her clearly. After hearing her words, her gaze turned sharp. She stared at the old woman in front of her who couldn't even walk and was still acting arrogantly. "What did you say just now?"

The ferocious-looking Grandma Ye looked at Ye Jian, whose face had changed. Her upper lip couldn't help but tremble. She let out an unpleasant laugh. "I said, you're… your mother's… bastard.

"Martyr?… Ha… Ha… Your mother was such a… promiscuous woman. How could she be… worthy of becoming… a martyr?" Grandma Ye was delighted in her heart. She said happily, "You expect me… to… like… a… bastard child…? Pfft!"

Ye Jian, who was about to leave, narrowed her eyes. She squatted down again and pretended to be gloomy. "So, this is why you always scold me? What right do you have to talk about my mother? What right do you have?!"

"Mt eldest son was a good-for-nothing. He clearly knew that his wife gave birth to a bastard child, yet he didn't even dare to do anything to her… I raised him up, but he didn't listen to me and kept you, a bastard child… He even asked me to treat you well? Pfft! He was just a piece of trash!"

The darker Ye Jian's expression became, the more comfortable Grandma Ye felt. She couldn't stop laughing weirdly. "A martyr with a lover. How ironic!"

"Shut up!" Ye Jian couldn't tolerate a vicious person slandering her mother like this. Her suppressed killing intent rose again. She reached out and grabbed Grandma Ye's neck. She gritted her teeth angrily and said, "Whoever slanders my mother will die!"

"Come, come… Come strangle me… Kill me, you…"

"Girl!"

The door behind them was pushed open with a bang. Principal Chen's angry voice was heard. "What are you doing?! Stop!"

"…Strangle me… Kill me." Grandma Ye's laughter got louder. She continued to provoke Ye Jian fiercely. "You're not… my eldest son's child. You're a bastard child!"

Hahaha, you want me to suffer? Bastard, let's see who will suffer!

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