Mrs Fox Heinous Revenge: Can You Love A Villainess like Me?
Chapter 234: Mother’s End of love

Chapter 234: Mother’s End of love

Mrs Jiang RouShu. Once when she was still young, she was known to be the "it" girl of Beijing. Born from a wealthy family, she was always exceptionally more beautiful than her peers and she had made sure to keep herself as an unattainable beauty, seducing any young men she saw with a loving smile and deciding their worth by the amount of wealth their family acquired.

She had never once lived in hardship, not that she had never met misfortune, but that she refused to ever live in poverty. That was why when suddenly her wealthy family decidedly cut her off for being pregnant, she fell into the midst of depression.

Her lifestyle was by all means not cheap. Her luxury lifestyle and her constant greed for things that people deem too expensive, someone had to pay for it. Being a young mistress who had never picked her plate on her own during dinner, she could never start funding her own life and even if she did work, she knew it wouldn’t be anywhere near enough to cover all her needs.

In a moment of desperation, she had claimed the son she had in her stomach to belong to Senior Mr. Jiang. After all, unlike the rest of the men who flee upon knowing she’s pregnant, Senior Mr Jiang did fell for her deeply, loving her as if she were a goddess to him. So when she broke the news she was pregnant with his child, he didn’t even doubt her for a second.

Mrs. Jiang had played her role well, ensuring that no one ever doubted the legitimacy of Jiang MengYao’s birth. After all, the boy bore just enough resemblance to Senior Mr. Jiang to quiet any suspicions. A DNA test? Out of the question. Senior Mr. Jiang never even considered it, why should he, when his own son carried a face that mirrored his own father’s?

But there was one glaring problem.

Jiang MengYao was never Senior Mr. Jiang’s son.

The truth? He was the son of Senior Mr. Jiang’s own brother, Jiang YangAn.

When she was younger, Mrs. Jiang had been entangled in a long standing affair with Jiang YangAn. Unlike his older brother, who was slow, unkempt, and bore a strong resemblance to their father, Jiang YangAn had inherited the sharper, more attractive features of their grandmother. He was everything Senior Mr. Jiang wasn’t charming, refined, and effortlessly charismatic.

But Mrs. Jiang never intended to marry him.

No matter how much more attractive he was, he was not the heir to the Jiang family fortune. And that, in her world, mattered more than love, passion, or even blood.

So, she kept the secret locked away, letting Senior Mr. Jiang believe the lie while ensuring her place as the wife of the next family head. But the secrets she always believed would be hidden one day came to a stop when she saw baby AiLin.

Not only did the girl didn’t look like her, she didn’t look like Mr Jiang.

It didn’t help that most of her in laws disliked her. They saw through her. Like the way she spent money the moment she acquired it, the way her gaze always lingered a little too long on handsome men, even while she was in a relationship. They had warned Senior Mr. Jiang time and time again, cautioning him about the possibility of an affair.

For a while, he had brushed off their concerns, believing that his wife’s passion for him was genuine. But passion, he soon realized, could be fabricated. The doubt crept in slowly, then all at once.

And then came AiLin.

The moment he laid eyes on her, a nightmare took root in his mind. She was too similar. The features, the expression, even the way she carried herself, it was as if the secret he had long feared had suddenly manifested before him.

Suspicion hardened into paranoia. He began watching his wife closely, questioning her every move. He accused her of an affair, again and again, even though he never had solid proof. The constant scrutiny turned their marriage into a battlefield, each accusation eroding what little trust remained between them.

And Mrs. Jiang?

She seethed.

Her resentment toward AiLin, which had once been a mere flicker of annoyance, turned into something deeper, darker an all consuming hatred that multiplied with every glance, every whisper, every shadow of doubt her husband cast upon her.

It was AiLin’s existence that had doomed her.

And for that, Mrs. Jiang would never forgive her.

The anger doubled, tripled, and it turned endless to infinity to the point that despite the DNA tests she had done and knowing that AiLin was her daughter, she would abuse her every time, every possible chance.

AiLin only knew this after Li ZiChen had given her the DNA test of Jiang MengYao and Senior Mr Jiang which had completely shown that though they were related, they weren’t father and son.

Even worse, not only was Jiang MengYao not related, Jiang NianNian wasn’t related to him either.

It seems Senior Mr Jiang would have trouble accepting the truth when he found out about it.

Thinking about it quickly made AiLin to smile.

She leaned her head, hearing closely to Canary who had played her role as a debtor perfectly.

Lighting her cigarette, she tapped to the table, gathering Mrs. Jiang’s attention, "Do you know how much money you are asking me to lend right now, Mrs Jiang RouShu?"

"I know!" Jiang RouShu gritted her teeth as she clutched to her late edition purse. The new season of fashion had come in and her friends had begun to give a glaring look at her purse, gouging whether she had lost all her wealth seeing how she hadn’t been purchasing new purses.

The thought of her friends turning back on her and now laughing at her misfortune was enough to set her off.

She wants every and each one of them to shut up!

She didn’t want anyone to know that she had lost all her wealth.

She didn’t want to accept that her family was going to come to a close!

"I can pay you back," said Jiang RouShu. She had thought about it but after a while of thinking, she decided this was the best choice. Therefore she opened her purse, pulling out a handful of gold accessories from well known brands that each cost ten thousand of yuan. On the table until it reached Canary who was sitting in front of her.

Taking one of them, Canary hummed, "I see, so this is your deposit?"

"No. I’ll pay you back and when I do, I’ll take them back," said Jiang RouShu as she rubbed her arms, "They are real! All of them are, don’t give me that look! I know they are all real, I have the receipts."

"No, I trust in the authenticity of these items. Do you think simply because I work in this kind of fields, I wouldn’t have these myself?" Canary’s tone was mocking as she let out a scoff of pity while looking at Jiang RouShu. This was enough to set Jiang RouShu. She never like being looked down by someone else and the fact that Canary was looking at her as if she’s a poor peasant made her frustrated.

But she needed the money Canary can offer so she shut her lips and glare at her instead, "So?" She pushed, "Where is the money?"

"Sh, calm down," Canary clicked her tongue, "I need you to explain first. You said you need money and a lot of your jewelries have been sold which is why you needed money to buy them back. I understand that much but I don’t understand where this jewelries came from."

At this, she flinched. She didn’t want to say what she had done or recall about it. She would rather that this secret was buried with her to her death and she refused to answer but knowing this, the woman in front of her seemed to narrow her eyes.

"No way. Did you steal it?" Accused Canary which made her rose to her feet as she slammed the table.

"How dare you! I didn’t steal these. These were originally mine! I’m just giving this to you for a while and then I will give it back to NianNian."

She quickly saw how Canary seemed taken aback and regretted the words she had said as it was no different than a thief proclaiming to be one in midst of crowds.

Jiang RouShu fell down on her chair, covering her face while pulling her hair, going insane as she reflected what she had done while Canary let out a small laugh.

"I see. So these are your daughter’s jewelries," Canary looked at it, "Does she know about it?"

"No.." answered Jiang RouShu. "I have told her that we needed money but she doesn’t know that I have taken the jewelries. But it’s fine, she has many suitors who wants her, so she would find a husband soon and these will be nothing to her."

"Oh," sang Canary as she placed her hand on the jewelries, her eyes darkened, "Do you really love your daughter, Mrs Jiang?"

A heavy silence settled between them.

AiLin felt her chest tighten. She hadn’t expected Canary to say that. It wasn’t in their plan, but as she sat hidden behind the partition, she realized something... this wasn’t just about Mrs. Jiang anymore.

Canary’s question wasn’t just for Jiang RouShu.

It was for herself.

For the daughters left behind, discarded, used.

AiLin gripped the edge of her seat. The weight of it all pressed down on her. She had known, of course. But hearing it like this, spoken aloud in such a quiet yet piercing tone, made it feel real in a way it never had before.