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Cheng Mosu smiled lightly, the crystal chandelier cascading down with an elegant and soft light, the beautiful glow enveloping her fair face in a layer of hazy texture. She did not glance at Xia Yixiang but calmly said, "In that case, please have General Ye and Lady Ye take their seats."
Shangguan Shaoyi's gaze deepened as he watched the two figures leave. Cheng Mosu's pupils tightened slightly upon seeing that Xia Yixiang was not sitting still but instead talking to Ling Heng. A chill slowly crept into her heart, and she softly said to Shaoyi, "I will go check on Ling Heng."
Shangguan Shaoyi nodded, watching her graceful figure slowly depart.
Xia Yixiang smiled and asked Ling Heng, "How old are you this year?"
"Five." Ling Heng looked at her coldly; children can often discern a person's true nature. He instinctively felt that Xia Yixiang had no good intentions toward him, so he naturally did not engage warmly. Xia Yixiang clearly did not notice his indifference and continued to smile, "Oh? Five years old already? Have you read any books?"
Ling Heng rolled his eyes and distanced himself from her. "Mom teaches me how to read."
"Oh? Is that so?" Xia Yixiang nodded and took out a delicate toy gun from her handbag, handing it to him. Being a child, Ling Heng's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly reached out to grab it. However, Xia Yixiang suddenly pulled it back and laughed, "Do you really want this gun?"
"Yes." His dark pupils shimmered with a cold blue light as he stared intently at the gun.
"Then come with me, and I will give you the gun." Xia Yixiang stood up and walked toward a corner. She glanced back at Ling Heng; he had initially stood still but eventually thought about the toy gun and took a step to follow her.
Cheng Mosu moved through the crowd with a furrowed brow. Her graceful figure gradually came to a halt as she gently wiped the fragrant sweat from her forehead with a light-colored handkerchief. With her delicate chin slightly raised, every smile and frown exuded elegance and simplicity, making it hard for others to look away. She called Feng Yin over and whispered, "Have you seen Ling Heng?"
Feng Yin looked around in surprise. "No."
Earlier, Ling Heng had been talking to Xia Yixiang; she couldn't predict what that person might do to him. The thought made her heart race with anxiety, and her gentle voice carried a hint of urgency as she said, "Feng Yin, please look around."
Looking at Cheng Mosu's flustered expression, Xia Yixiang felt a sense of satisfaction, as if she had avenged a great grievance. Ling Heng noticed the smile on her face and felt a chill in his heart, his eyes growing cold. "Do you want to give me that toy gun?"
"Young Master Ling Heng, if you help me with something, I'll give it to you, okay?" Xia Yixiang smiled brightly at him. He shrugged off her hand and walked straight toward Cheng Mosu, his voice as cold as his father's. "I dislike being coerced. You can keep that broken toy; my family has bought me plenty before."
"Hey!" Xia Yixiang could not have anticipated that such a young child would have such a strong personality. She hurriedly pulled him back and laughed awkwardly, "I didn't mean it like that. Here, take this toy gun."
Ling Heng snorted coldly and looked at her indifferently. "You can keep that toy gun for yourself. Even if you knelt down and offered it to me now, I wouldn't want it."
Xia Yixiang was taken aback, feeling suffocated. Without considering any strategy, she grabbed Ling Heng's shoulder and said directly, "Ling Heng, do you know? That woman is not your mother."
Ling Heng glanced out the window; the fragrant grass stretched endlessly, the shadows of the trees danced lightly, and the stone path exuded a sense of tranquility, enveloping the warmth of the family. He turned back to Xia Yixiang with an even colder gaze and knocked the toy gun from her hand. The sound of it hitting the ground drew the attention of other guests, but upon seeing it was Ling Heng, they assumed he was just throwing a tantrum and turned their attention elsewhere.
"Young Master Ling Heng, what I said is not wrong. Your biological mother was forced to death by that Cheng Mosu!" Her words were indeed harsh in the ears of a five-year-old. Even Ling Heng felt his eyes redden, almost shouting at her to stop talking nonsense. But she remained utterly confident. "If you don't believe me, you can ask the people around you; they all know that Cheng Mosu cannot get pregnant and forced your biological mother to die, taking you away and preventing you from seeing your grandparents."
"What nonsense are you spouting!" Feng Yin happened to arrive just in time, nearly slapping this gossiping woman. She quickly hugged the trembling Ling Heng, but Xia Yixiang remained unyielding, her beautiful eyes filled with malicious hatred as she smiled. "Ling Heng, you can ask this woman holding you whether your biological mother is Cheng Mosu."
Ling Heng opened his mouth and looked at Feng Yin. Her eyes shifted slightly but did not meet his gaze, and he understood.
Cheng Mosu slowly approached, relieved to see Ling Heng unharmed. She wiped her slightly moist eyes and smiled gently at him while caressing his little face. "Where did you run off to? It was hard for me to find you."
Xia Yixiang raised an eyebrow triumphantly as she looked at Cheng Mosu. "Young Master Ling Heng, you can ask your mom whether you are really her biological child and where your real mother has gone."
Cheng Mosu froze for a moment, looking incredulously at Xia Yixiang, who flashed a victorious smile at her. Cheng Mosu furrowed her brow slightly; sadness flickered in her water-colored eyes as she realized that although she treated Ling Heng as her own child, she had ultimately given someone else leverage against her—a thorn in her heart.
“Mom, is what this woman said true?” Ling Heng stared at her with wide eyes. She moved her lips, unsure of how to respond. Feng Yin had been signaling her to deny it, but no matter what, she could not lie to Ling Heng.
The faint fragrance around her wafted subtly, and the bright light made her complexion as rosy as peach petals. She closed her Water-colored Eyes for a moment, as if making a decision. She could not deceive Ling Heng; even if he found out and resented or hated her, she still could not lie to him. She focused on Ling Heng and nodded.
Xia Yixiang's smile grew increasingly smug, while Feng Yin's face fell into despair. At such a young age, Young Master could hardly understand the complexities of the situation. With Xia Yixiang's casual instigation, he would likely be led by the nose.
Ling Heng was momentarily stunned, his dark pupils calm like the night. After a brief pause, he struck Feng Yin's arm forcefully. Unable to endure his persistent nudging, Feng Yin finally let him go. He walked up to Cheng Mosu and stood straight, looking directly at her. Cheng Mosu gently pressed her Rose-Colored Lips together, and mist began to gather in her Water-colored Eyes.
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