Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
She refused to believe it – refused to believe that Yun Shishi was her Brother Mu’s beloved woman.
All the more, she refused to believe that Yichen was their love child.
However, evidence spoke louder than persuasion.
Yun Shishi did not seem to be lying.
For the most part, after closely observing that woman’s features, they did seem similar to Yichen’s.
Could all of these be true?
In earlier years, rumors of Mu Wanrou’s infertility floated around and the Mu family was offering an astronomical sum for a surrogacy contract. Yichen, that child, was born from the hired surrogate and not Mu Wanrou.
Could Yun Shishi be that mysterious surrogate mother?
Song Yunxi escorted his sister into her room and her bed. She finally managed to calm down after his soothing consolation.
She relied on her brother more than anyone else.
Only he could truly embrace her unreasonable tantrums.
She relied on her brother to the extent that she was only willing to share her problems to him.
“Brother… tell me; is it possible between Brother Mu and I?” She clasped her hands together firmly and cautiously probed.
However, he flew into a rage and sprang up to his feet with an immensely dark face. “I knew it! It’s really him! Who else could make you lose your mind like this?!”
He paced back and forth before he suddenly bent down before her and tightly grasped her shoulders. “My silly sister, do you really like that man that much? I’ve already told you many times that it’s impossible between you two, so you should give up on him!” he rebuked solemnly.
“I’ve liked him for over a decade now. Asking me to give up with mere words; brother, I simply can’t do that!” she indignantly declared with puckered lips.
“You’re related to him by blood. No one knows it better than you whether you two can be together or not!”
He slammed his fist on the table in agitation.
His younger sister loved sticking with Mu Yazhe from a young age.
When she was younger, she would follow him and address the man as ‘uncle’.
However, as her teenage years passed, she felt that calling him ‘uncle’ was a constant reminder of their kinship. She then started addressing him as ‘brother’ instead to delude herself of their relationship.
She was doing this as if it could make their distance closer.
No one knew what was going on in this lass’s head!
As if she were out of her mind, she obsessively thought of ‘Brother Mu’ night and day.
She had fallen for his charms.
Ruffling his hair in frustration, he frowned at her in exasperation.
She was taken aback by his livid expression, yet she stubbornly insisted, “What of us being related by blood? I just like Brother Mu and want to marry him!”
“Nonsense! You’re simply spouting nonsense!”
He stood on his feet and flared up pletely. “Song Enya, both of us should call him ‘uncle’! You are his niece. Forget your refusal to address him as ‘Uncle Mu’, you even declared your desire to be together with him. Do you know that that is immoral?! If words of you doing this were to get out, the Song family would only be disgraced! You’d humiliate me, dad, and mom!”
She could not be reconciled, though, and contended, “Many others are in incestuous relationships without repercussions to their offspring. That’s not considered as immoral, right?”
“What are you doing by deceiving yourself?”
Thoroughly enraged, he could not stop himself from reaching his hand out to poke her forehead.
“Use your head to think. If you were to be married with your uncle, what would others think of you?”
“I don’t care!” she asserted. “Anyway, I just like him. It’s unimportant how others think of me or view me!”
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