Chapter 369: Chapter 369

Ye Duowei chimed in from the side, "Grandma, look, my aunt is so cruel. How can I go out and face people with my face ?

The day after tomorrow is my birthday. How am I supposed to host a party?" If her friends saw her , she might as well stop trying to hang out with them forever.

"Then don’t have one this year! Host it next year instead! Weiwei, you’re old enough to grow up! You can’t keep throwing tantrums like a little kid! Just look at you before..." Mrs. Tian Sr. saw the pleading look in Weiwei’s eyes, asking her not to continue, and she left the words unsaid.

The scene back then—forget her daughter being seething with anger—she herself had nearly fainted from rage.

What kind of child is this? Not only did she smash that precious blue-and-white porcelain vase, but she also deliberately stomped on all the jewelry Yaruo had just bought her. How did she never see her behaving this way before?

Was it the stress of divorce? Or was this her true nature, just well concealed before?

"Ow! Mom, my face hurts so bad!" Ye Duowei lowered her head guiltily. She knew deep down that she might have gone too far this time. But at the time, she had no idea why, a surge of anger took over, and she acted impulsively.

Thinking back now, she couldn’t help but feel regret. What if her aunt stayed mad and refused to come to her birthday party?

Tian Yaru quickly and gently continued applying ice to her face, as she complained to Mrs. Tian Sr., "Mom, this time, don’t defend anyone! All because of some outsider, Tian Yaruo dared to hit my Weiwei . You just watch—when she does come over for Weiwei’s birthday, I won’t give her any face!

I’ll make sure to snub her! Is this how anyone acts as an aunt? Weiwei only said a few unpleasant things, and she raised her hand against her! I’ve never hit my child, so what gives her the right? Even the kindness she’s shown Weiwei in the past probably had strings attached!"

Tian Yaru harbored intense resentment towards her younger sister for laying hands on her daughter, but at the same time was secretly calculating how to leverage this situation for her own benefit, knowing Yaruo was in the wrong.

Mrs. Tian Sr. knew her eldest daughter all too well. Seeing the glint in her eyes, she couldn’t help but sigh. Did she think this was still the past?

Times have changed—and with all the things Weiwei has done, it’s completely alienated Yaruo. Whether she’d even show up for Weiwei’s birthday was still uncertain.

Still dreaming of some good outcome here?

Unable to hold back, she tried to reason with her, "Eldest, you need to set your heart straight. Over the years, you’ve seen how Yaruo treats Weiwei—you know deep down the score!

In this situation, I was there watching the whole thing. If we’re to talk about fault, Weiwei carries the lion’s share! Even if her aunt slapped her, it was because what Weiwei said was way too much!

Some things, as an elder, I shouldn’t say too much—you’d only dislike hearing it. So I won’t bother mentioning more!

That vase downstairs, the one your father loves, it’s been smashed by your Weiwei! You figure out how to handle this. Your dad will be back soon. You know what kind of storm it’ll cause if he sees his prized possession broken!"

The very thought of it made her head pound. If it weren’t for the fact that she couldn’t resolve it herself, she wouldn’t have troubled her eldest with this.

Tian Yaru glared at Ye Duowei, her fury raging inside. Why smash the vase for no reason?

That vase wasn’t a fake—it was worth 200,000 yuan! Her father cherished it like a treasure.

Where is she supposed to find 200,000 to buy a replacement for him? All the money she borrowed from Tian Yaruo had already been poured into Ye Cheng’s new business venture, leaving her unable to pull funds together.

Ye Duowei hung her head, knowing she was at fault, her helpless expression making Mrs. Tian Sr. frustrated to the bone. If she had shown this attitude earlier, her daughter wouldn’t have been so infuriated. Now, playing this game with her own mother—why didn’t she use her head earlier? The old woman stared at them both with a heavy heart. Follow current novels on novel·fiɾe·net

Tian Yaru thought for a moment and then turned to Mrs. Tian Sr., acting fawning as she clung to her hand and smiled, "Mom, how about you call little sis and ask her to buy a similar vase outside to placate Dad for now? Once we make more money, we’ll buy him a brand-new one—won’t that do?"

The only option left was to have Mrs. Tian Sr. step in and smooth things over with Tian Yaruo. As for the matter of Weiwei getting slapped, Yaru wouldn’t let go of that chance to retaliate. Once the dust settled, she’d find a way to force her sister to confess and apologize. After all, it would be Weiwei’s birthday the day after tomorrow, and there were plenty of ways to make her bend.

Mrs. Tian Sr. felt her head throbbing as anger surged. "Don’t think about relying on me, Eldest. Stop harboring illusions. Yaruo isn’t joking this time! She’s genuinely furious!

And another thing—before she left, she told me to pass on a message: the money you owe her must be repaid within three days! Her husband, Yan Family’s head, Ye Cheng, already knows about the loan and urgently needs the money!"

After much hesitation, the old woman decided to say what needed to be said. No one could accuse her of favoritism now.

She was genuinely afraid that if she didn’t speak now, when Yaru got worked up later, she’d offend her sister beyond repair. What would happen then?

Tian Yaru froze, staring at her mother in disbelief. "Mom, what did you just say? Did she really say that? Where am I supposed to suddenly get such a large sum of money?"

She thought Yaruo must’ve said it in anger. Didn’t Yaruo understand the situation her family was in now?

Digging deeper into the matter, wasn’t Yaruo essentially forcing Weiwei to bow down to her? Where would such good fortune exist? She slapped her daughter twice across the face, and now they were supposed to grovel and play nice? What a fantasy!

"Do you think I’d make this up?" The old woman looked sharply at Ye Duowei, displeased. "Weiwei, this time you need to reflect deeply on how outrageous your behavior has been!"

All of this started because of Weiwei. If not, how could her daughter suddenly bring up the debt?

Ye Duowei’s eyes reddened with grievance as she said, "I understand, Grandma! I really messed up this time!" She truly hadn’t expected her aunt to be so angry. And she suddenly realized that if even her aunt kept her distance from her and no longer treated her kindly, who’d be left to indulge her desires?

Tian Yaru clenched her fists, a flash of hatred in her eyes. Her daughter was her pride and joy, and now, was Yaruo expecting her to grovel and beg? She wouldn’t stand for it. If Yaruo pushed hard enough, she’d expose Ye Cheng’s true parentage, showing Yaruo wasn’t pure either!

Of course, she thought Yaruo would cave under just the threat. After all, wasn’t Yaruo’s entire fortune still within her grasp? Thinking this, she let out a series of cold chuckles, prompting Mrs. Tian Sr. to grow increasingly uneasy.

"Eldest, don’t act rashly! She’s still your sister!" She was terrified that Yaru’s impulsive actions would ruin her daughter’s marriage. Ye Cheng’s parentage was a ticking time bomb!

"Mom, I know what I’m doing! Don’t worry!" Yaru wanted to get her mother out of the way first.

"What about the vase?" The old woman wouldn’t let this issue go. When her husband came back and saw it smashed, it would undoubtedly lead to chaos.

Tian Yaru’s eyes darted, quickly devising a plan. "Mom, if Dad doesn’t ask, we’ll leave it at that. If he does ask, just tell him little sis accidentally broke it and promised to buy him a new one later that’s even better!"

The old woman wasn’t convinced. "What if your Dad calls Yaruo? Won’t that expose the lie?"

"Oh, Mom, look at the time! Dad won’t call her as soon as he gets back! Besides, if you don’t say that and leave it to us to buy, I don’t have the funds right now. In the end, you’d have to pay for it yourself. So weigh your options carefully!"

Tian Yaru’s attitude was like that of a dead pig unafraid of boiling water, leaving her mother with no choice but to sigh deeply and leave the room in frustration. (To be continued. If you work, please visit Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations or monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users can read at m.qidian.com.)