As soon as Pei Nianchen’s words fell, Qin Xueyao timely burst into tears, "Nianchen, the child is about to be born. Do you really want him to grow up without a father?" Crying, she grabbed Pei Nianchen’s hand and placed it on her swelling belly, "I’ve checked, it’s a boy. Feel him, he’s moving." Pei Nianchen immediately thought of the dirty deeds between her and Thompson, feeling so disgusted that he nearly vomited, abruptly shaking her hand away, "Get lost!" Qin Xueyao cried even harder, like the most aggrieved woman in the world. She then turned to Zuo Qianhua, "Auntie, what should I and my child do?" In fact, Zuo Qianhua knew very well it was her son’s obsession that was too deep, but she hated Gu Jiayin to death because she loathed her mother, Gu Qiyun. So, in her mind, the mere existence of Gu Jiayin was a sin. She coldly moved her gaze from Gu Jiayin’s face to Pei Nianchen, questioning in a chilly tone, "Nianchen, the child in Xueyao’s belly is surely yours, right? It’s already been seven months, and the gossip outside is rampant, damning our Pei Family as heartless. Yet, you have the time to tangle with a slutty vixen here." Since Pei Nianchen returned to Licheng City, the media had promptly covered it, and online public opinion surged like waves, continuously pushing the Pei Family into the spotlight. This was all orchestrated by Qin Xueyao using media resources, intending to force the Pei Family to marry her through public pressure. "Mom!" Pei Nianchen suddenly jerked his head, glancing at Zuo Qianhua to stop her from speaking so offensively. Her slandering Gu Jiayin pierced his heart deeply. His Gu Jiayin was pure and flawless at any time. The term "slutty vixen" applied to her was too insulting. Gu Jiayin had intended to leave quietly, but she didn’t expect Zuo Qianhua, disregarding her status as an elder, to utter such venomous words. She suddenly lifted her eyelids, her cold gaze landing on Zuo Qianhua’s face. Though she was furious, she chose to endure for Pei Nianchen’s sake. Picking up the phone from the table, she slowly stood up, "Brother Nianchen, your family matters are none of my business. Goodbye." After speaking, she brushed past Zuo Qianhua, ready to leave. But just as she was about to pass by, she was unexpectedly slapped by Zuo Qianhua. With a clear "smack," no one, including Gu Jiayin, had time to react. Indeed, Gu Jiayin never expected Zuo Qianhua would lay hands on her. Zuo Qianhua used all her strength in that slap, leaving five clear red imprints on her cheek. Pei Nianchen froze in place, only responding after several seconds, immediately stepping forward to pull Zuo Qianhua back, "Mom, what are you doing?" If it were someone else, he would have had the urge to draw a gun at this moment. The source of thɪs content is noveⅼfire.net However, it was his mother, and he couldn’t do anything. He could only stand there, enduring his labored breathing. Gu Jiayin chuckled mockingly, abruptly turning her head, staring coldly at Zuo Qianhua, "Mrs. Pei, don’t think just because you’re the Commander’s Wife, I’ll keep enduring you." But Zuo Qianhua haughtily raised her chin, her elegantly coiled hair adding to her noble demeanor, her voice filled with a thin, proud chill, "Of course, I hit you! You’re just a tramp, just like your mother, all you do is seduce other women’s men." Gu Jiayin was beyond furious. For the sake of Pei Nianchen, she could endure insults to herself, but not to her mother. She pressed her lips tightly, and the tranquility in her eyes instantly shattered, like a sharp sword piercing smooth ice, spreading countless cracks around the entry point. Her lips curved, with a smile laced with poison, like a blooming poppy, exceedingly beautiful and extremely toxic. She clenched her fists, approaching Zuo Qianhua step by step. She laughed, "Zuo Qianhua, you brought this on yourself." She intended to twist her neck, to make her pay for the insults just now. Her mother, Gu Qiyun, had been severely bitten by a crocodile in the Luo River seven years ago, her face disfigured; from an extremely beautiful woman, she turned hideous and frightening. These past seven years, Gu Qiyun wasn’t tortured physically but mentally beyond measure. Every time she thought of her mother, Gu Jiayin couldn’t suppress the pain surging upwards from deep within her body. She couldn’t tolerate anyone speaking ill of her mother. That’s why she was really going to teach Zuo Qianhua a lesson, even if she was the high-and-mighty Commander’s Wife, or Pei Nianchen’s biological mother. Such a Gu Jiayin was too terrifying, as if she’d come from the gates of hell, her entire body exuding a sinister aura. Zuo Qianhua was scared. Qin Xueyao, however, had a gleam of joy in her eyes. If Gu Jiayin hit Zuo Qianhua here, then she and Pei Nianchen would never have a chance. So, she stepped forward a couple of steps, pulling Zuo Qianhua, "Auntie, don’t be afraid of her; she won’t dare do anything to you." Pei Nianchen hadn’t spoken the entire time. He was tightly fixated on Gu Jiayin, his thick brows furrowing all the more. This Gu Jiayin was too unfamiliar. He had never seen this side of her. What on earth had she experienced in those seven years? Zuo Qianhua also thought Gu Jiayin wouldn’t dare do anything to her, stubbornly holding her ground with her chin raised, pridefully looking at Gu Jiayin. But when Gu Jiayin was just a step away, she couldn’t hold on any longer. Because she distinctly felt a chilly wind. The wind was scraped out from the depths of Gu Jiayin’s bones. She smelled the scent of death. Zuo Qianhua screamed, turning to dart behind Pei Nianchen immediately, clinging to his sleeve, "Nianchen, this woman is about to hit your mother, and you still stand unmoved?" Pei Nianchen suddenly snapped back to reality, giving Zuo Qianhua a disgusted look, then looked at Gu Jiayin again, seeing her eyes covered with a dark red color. He was extremely heartbroken, but he couldn’t push his mother out to be beaten. So he stood stiffly, pleadingly looking at Gu Jiayin, his voice noticeably trembling, "Jiayin," he said, "I apologize for my mom." "Heh!" Gu Jiayin snorted coldly, the smile on her lips growing colder and more concentrated, "So you’re not going to move out of the way?" Pei Nianchen suddenly clenched his fists, his body stiffening even more. He was in a dilemma; life had never been so difficult as it was at this moment. The space solidified, the air grew cold. Pei Nianchen felt like he was on pins and needles, emotions tying into a dead knot in his heart, tearing at him in an agonizing twist. He especially wished for a knife to fall from the sky and sever everything. Yes, sever it all, sever all the difficulties and conflicts. Qin Xueyao, however, ordered the bodyguards, "Hurry and throw Gu Jiayin out; she’s about to harm Auntie." "Yes, throw her out," Zuo Qianhua also responded. The bodyguards immediately stepped forward, ready to act. At this moment, "I dare anyone to move!" A chilling male voice, like a cold wind, poured into the hall. The elevator door opened, and Sheng Qianchi walked in with large strides, followed by Mo Jun. His gaze as sharp as a blade, with each step, he shed a wave of December frost. A black shirt, black trousers, like the god of death descending from the night sky.