C3 Soong Qingrou Your Face Is Really Big!

Soong Qingyue scoffed, "Soong Qingrou, you've got some nerve. I've done time for you for three years, and you have the audacity to come pick me up?"

The smile on Soong Qingrou's face stiffened. She was about to lash out, but after considering something, she managed to hold back. "Sis, let's not dwell on these unpleasant things. We should head home quickly."

"Are these Dabao and Erbao? How about Auntie takes you home, okay?"

Soong Qingyue gave Soong Qingrou a disdainful look.

Hmph.

She hadn't visited her once in three years, yet she seemed to know all about her time in jail.

Soong Dabao sidestepped Soong Qingrou's attempt to grab his hand, his face beaming with a smile, his chubby cheeks as adorable as a porcelain doll's. "I'm sorry, but my auntie is over there. Did you just come from there too?"

With that, Soong Dabao gestured towards the prison behind him.

Soong Qingrou's brow furrowed upon hearing Soong Dabao's words.

Soong Qingyue's offspring just couldn't speak properly.

Still, Soong Qingrou kept her composure and explained, "I'm your mother's sister, which of course makes me your auntie."

"Oh, then why has Auntie never come to see us?"

Soong Dabao's sweet voice was grating to Soong Qingrou's ears.

"That's because Auntie has been busy. Look, isn't Auntie here to take you home now?" Soong Qingrou was running out of patience.

Soong Dabao's smile vanished. "Auntie must feel guilty, after all, you killed someone and made my mom take the fall. Bad people like Auntie belong there."

Soong Dabao pointed towards the prison.

"What nonsense are you spouting, you little brat!"

"Smack!"

The sound of a slap and Soong Qingrou's voice rang out simultaneously.

Soong Qingrou clutched her face, looking at Soong Qingyue in disbelief, "You dare to hit me!"

"Soong Qingrou, I'm warning you, watch your mouth." After three years behind bars, she was no longer the Soong Qingyue who could be pushed around like she was three years ago.

For the past three years, Dabao and Erbao had been the beacon of hope that kept her going.

Qingyue should never have reprimanded Dabao.

Qingrou dropped her façade, her eyes brimming with contempt. "What did I say that was wrong, Qingyue? You're more aware than anyone of the true origins of these two mongrels."

"They are Ye Qingchuan's children," Qingyue responded icily.

Qingrou burst into laughter, her joy uncontained. "Qingyue, are you out of your mind? Qingchuan despises you; he wouldn't lay a finger on you. Do you really think it was Qingchuan with you that night?"

Her smile vanished as she spoke with malice, "Let me enlighten you. I was the one who drugged you, and I randomly picked someone to take advantage of you."

"That day, Qingchuan was with me the entire time..."

Qingrou's words were like venom, forcefully injected into Qingyue's mouth, taking immediate effect.

Qingyue's vision darkened, "That's impossible, you're lying."

"Whether I'm lying or not, why don't you ask Qingchuan yourself?" Qingrou's delight was palpable upon seeing Qingyue's ashen complexion.

"Auntie, did you forget to brush your teeth this morning? Your breath is awful!" Dabao gripped Qingyue's hand, waving his other hand in front of his nose.

Erbao, curled up in Qingyue's embrace, remained silent but nodded vigorously, echoing Dabao's sentiment.

Their mother should never be subjected to such disrespect.

Qingrou's laughter came to an abrupt halt, her expression turning sinister. "You little wretch, what are you saying?"

Qingyue swiftly grasped Qingrou's chin, squeezing hard. Qingrou winced in pain. "Qingrou, I've warned you before—watch your language."