Translator: Larbre Studio  Editor: Larbre Studio
In the evening, the latest model of white BMW pulled into Ye Castle.
Han Xue, coming down from the car, still looked a little panic, with a kind of anxiety and uneasiness lurching between her eyebrows.
The castle was still that castle, luxurious, gorgeous, giving off a sense of medieval mystery. Some of the people serving in the castle, however, had been changed.
Han Xue had lived here for more than three months since the second birthday of her son, Ye Chenyu.
Thanks in no small part to Ye Haoâs motherâ Xia Jingshu, she could live here without any obstruction.
Xia Jingshu was much concerned about her precious grandson. Having been in divergent opinions with her son for two years, she had a heart attack. Eventually, Ye Hao could only made a compromise and let Xia Jingshu bring in the son born by Han Xue and rename him Ye Chenyu. In this way, the illegitimate son was formally recognized.
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Therefore, Han Xue, as the mother, put forward many requests and managed to live in this magnificent castle smoothly.
âMommyâ¦â
At this time, a childâs milk voice came.
Han Xue picked up her precious son. Her little Yu, over two years old now, looked pink and lovely, especially the pair of amber eyes, which, big and bright, were very beautiful.
She believed that she was much more beautiful than He Xiyan, so her little Yu also looked better than Ye Zixi.
âLittle Yu, did Dad hold you today?â Han Xue asked expectantly. Every time she came back home, she would ask the question.
Little Yu shook his head and suddenly pursed his little mouth.
The little boy looked very pitiful.
âWhatâs wrong, little Yu?â Han Xue asked, full of doubts.
At this time, feeling wronged, little Yu reached out his little hand and then pointed to his neck.
Han Xue looked at the place his son pointed to.
At a glance, her heart tightened all of a sudden, eyes filled with worries and doubts.
She found a red print on her sonâs neck, looking as if being scratched by something.
âLittle Yuâ¦â She looked at her child sympathetically, caressing the place where the child had been hurt with great care. âTell mom, whatâs wrong? Were you scratched by a cat?â
Thinking of the cat raised at home, He Xue was then reminded of that possibility.
Little Yu shook his head, telling his mother that it was not a cat that scratched him. He wiped his eyes with his little hands as if about to cry.
âSisterâ¦â He said with grief, âItâs the sister who beat. Sister beat little Yu. Mom, sister beat me.â
âWhat?â
Han Xue opened her eyes with great disbelief, and her face turned red in an instant.
She held her son tightly in her arms, patted him on the back, and asked eagerly.
âLittle Yu, tell mommy, why did your sister beat you? Why did she beat you?â
Han Xue asked twice, with some anger already perceivable in her eyes.
Her child was still so little and should be bullied. Besides, this was not the first time. Last time, little Yu was also pushed down onto the ground by that little girl.
Little Yu blinked his bright eyes. In a few moments, some tears had welled up in his eyes. Then he grabbed his motherâs hand vigorously, with his little mouth pouted even more severely, looking more pitiful as well.
âI took the doll.â He whispered.
âEven if you took the doll, she shouldnât beat you.â
Han Xue was agitated, anger burning fiercely in her eyes. She bit her lip so hard that it was even about to bleed.
She really had had enough of this Ye Zixi, who, spoiled as she was, would bully others at such a young age.