Yu Xinyan walked out, gave He Jinxuan a look that said leave it to me to handle, then looked at Yuâs mother: "Mom, you really dare to say anything."
After speaking, she looked at Yuâs father who was standing to the side, ready to give him a chance, after all, in the Yu Family, only her adoptive father had been somewhat kind to her: "Dad, what do you say?"
Yuâs father looked full of guilt: "Your mom is anxious, how could a good marriage just end in divorce."
Yu Xinyan lost all hope, Yuâs father didnât directly answer her question, yet spoke of their anxiety.
With a shake of her head and a cold laugh: "Anxious about what, are you afraid the Lyu Family will ask you for those two hundred dollars of betrothal gift, or are you afraid my divorce will affect your childrenâs marriages?"
Yuâs father did not expect the always understanding adopted daughter to be so direct and harsh today.
Yuâs mother exploded upon hearing this: "You dead girl, what kind of talk is this, we raised you, and this is how you repay us?"
Yu Xinyan looked at them coldly, thinking of her tragic past life, and coldly questioned: "You raised me, and youâre not afraid of heavenly retribution saying these words. How was the house in Beilan Village built?"
Upon hearing this, the faces of the Yu couple changed completely.
Yuâs mother was even more frightened, her mouth agape, blurting out: "How do you know?"
Perhaps because of nervousness, her voice increased several pitches, and after speaking, she realized, trying to cover it up: "What nonsense are you talking about?"
Yu Xinyan sneered: "Donât say that the person who sent me to your house left you enough money to support me, even if there wasnât such money, the work points and money I earned were also enough to support myself, so donât go against your conscience when you speak."
Yuâs fatherâs face was ugly: "Xinyan, no matter what, we did raise you, you shouldnât talk to us like that."
Yu Xinyan laughed, but the laughter didnât reach her eyes: "Then how should I speak to you, let Mom slander me here, or let you manipulate me over and over again, compliant so you can sell me again."
Since there is no destined bond, in this life I wonât cling to even a bit.
Yuâs mother saw more people gathering: "How did we manipulate you, Jun Cheng is the pride of our village, do you know how many families want to marry into his family?
We found you such a good match, youâre not satisfied and even causing a divorce, is your brain flooded? Let me tell you, those two hundred dollars of betrothal money, we canât afford to return it, and besides, it is what we deserved."
The onlookers began to whisper to each other: "Such a good kid, her fate is really unfortunate, how did she end up with such an adoptive mother?"
"Exactly, Miss Xinyan took on the financial burden alone to repay kindness, so as not to trouble the family, but look at this womanâs attitude, itâs really shameful."
Yu Xinyan looked at Yuâs father: "Dad, is that what you think too?"
Yuâs father sighed: "The family really canât come up with the money to return to the Lyu Family, you shouldnât be so willful."
Yu Xinyan shook her head with a sarcastic laugh, what was she expecting, itâs laughable, even the bit of supposed kindness towards her wasnât sincere: "When you forced me to marry Lyu Juncheng back then, you said once I married, it would repay your upbringing, and weâd be even after that, does that still hold?"
Yuâs mother pulled a face: "You still have the nerve to bring that up, now that youâre divorced from Lyu Juncheng, arenât you intentionally harming us?"
Yu Xinyan ignored Yuâs mother, but stared at Yuâs father: "Does that still hold?"