Mrs. Leng’s high blood pressure flared up again. Although her condition wasn’t too serious, the Leng Mansion had all the necessary medical equipment and even a family doctor, so she did not need to be hospitalized and stayed at home to recuperate. Leng Yixiu rushed back from T City, and seeing Mrs. Leng’s improved condition, he felt relieved. He handed his laptop bag to the maid, walked into Mrs. Leng’s room, and said in a deep voice, "Mom, I’m back." "You still remember I’m your mother?" The moment Mrs. Leng saw Leng Yixiu, the anger she had been holding in for the past two days erupted, "Tell me honestly, have you ended things with that woman or not?" He frowned, "What woman?" "Don’t play dumb with me. You know who I’m talking about!" "Mom, your health hasn’t fully recovered yet. I will handle these matters." "Handle well? Is handling well still being entangled with Lin Yixun? Yixiu, have you forgotten whose daughter she is? Have you forgotten how your father died?" "Of course, I remember the reason for Dad’s death." "If you remember, why are you still involved with that woman!" "Mom, it was Lin Yixun’s father who caused Dad’s death, not Lin Yixun. She has nothing to do with it." "Nothing to do with it? If it weren’t for that woman’s persistence back then, would her father have set a trap for your father? How can you say it has nothing to do with her?" "She was young at the time; she didn’t understand the consequences." "Really? You’re still making excuses for her! It seems you’ve lost your mind over her!" Upon hearing this, Mrs. Leng trembled with anger, "You... you unfilial son! Kneel down!" With a stern face, Leng Yixiu bent his knees and knelt heavily on the floor. He kept his back straight like an unwavering pine tree, kneeling silently, not saying a word, nor intending to argue. "This time, you must end it with that woman!" "Can’t do that?" Mrs. Leng let out a cold laugh, "What kind of spell has that woman cast on you to make you so obsessed?" Her son, whom she had painstakingly raised, now knelt before her for the daughter of their enemy, even forgetting the enmity of his father’s death. How could she not be heartbroken? Mrs. Leng stared fixedly at Leng Yixiu, seeing the firmness in his dark eyes and unable to hold back her sorrow and bitterness. "Leng Yixiu, let me make my stance clear. If you insist on being with that woman, you’re no longer my son!" Sadness flashed across his eyes as he looked up at Mrs. Leng, "Mom, don’t force me." "Force you? You think I’m forcing you? Fine, my good son! After all these years of raising you, this is what I get? I... I might as well not live anymore!" Mrs. Leng pounded her chest, overcome with emotion, and fainted as anger surged through her. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ ɴovelfire.net Seeing this, Leng Yixiu quickly stood up and ran outside to call the doctor. "Doctor, how is my mother?" Putting down his stethoscope, the doctor said in a deep voice, "Madam just had an emotional outburst. It’s nothing serious, but her blood pressure needs to be stabilized; she can’t handle any more stress, or it could lead to a stroke, which would have severe consequences." Leng Yixiu listened intently to the doctor’s advice and nodded. He stayed by Mrs. Leng’s bedside all night, sleepless, with her words echoing in his mind. "Have you forgotten whose daughter she is? Have you forgotten how your father died?" "What kind of spell has that woman cast on you to make you so obsessed?" He let out a bitter smile, thinking maybe he really was as his mother said, under a spell. If not for such obsession, how could he still be so persistent knowing she is the daughter of his enemy? After three days at the Leng Family’s old mansion in A City, during which Mrs. Leng’s condition stabilized, Leng Yixiu finally left. During those three days, although there were no more heated arguments, the stalemate remained between mother and son. Mrs. Leng was adamant about not accepting Lin Yixun, and Leng Yixiu refused to yield to his mother on this matter. In the days after Leng Yixiu left, Lin Yixun’s gloomy mood lightened a bit. Though she still felt downcast every day, at least she no longer felt like death was preferable to life. However, she found that her insomnia had worsened. Previously, she could manage a few hours of sleep with the help of sleeping pills, but now, confined in the Half Mountain Villa with no freedom and without the aid of medication, she was sleepless through the nights again. That night, as usual, Lin Yixun lay in bed for hours, still wide awake. Suddenly, she heard the sound of a car approaching outside. Upon hearing this, she was startled. Before long, the handle of the master bedroom door turned. She quickly closed her eyes, pretending to be asleep. Footsteps approached slowly, followed by the sound of clothes being removed. The mattress beside her sank, and she smelled a strong odor of alcohol—clearly, he had been drinking heavily. Lin Yixun frowned in disgust and discreetly moved toward the edge of the bed, but at that moment, a strong force gripped her waist, pulling her back. Before she could react, the man’s body was already pressing down on her. Lin Yixun was no stranger to this situation; she could guess what the man wanted. She began to struggle desperately, but even intoxicated, his strength was overwhelming. In no time, he had stripped her clothes off, and as her body was once again invaded, she realized that resistance was futile. Ultimately, she dropped her arms, a bitter smile forming on her lips. This man was as domineering as ever, caring only for what he wanted, never considering her feelings. In his mind, what did she really mean? In his drunken state, the man was eager, holding her tightly as if to meld her into his very bones, to devour her completely.