"Yu Jiang, have you achieved your goal?" Xiao Hong stared at me gloomily.

I shrugged, "My mom has been with Yu Jun for over ten years, and she hasn't had a good ending. Why do you think you can sit back and enjoy the fruits of his labor?"

A glimmer of hope flickered in her eyes.

"Do you still think Yu Jun cares about your family relationship?"

She fell silent, and I found it somewhat amusing that Xiao Hong, who harbored ill will towards everyone, was completely defenseless when it came to Yu Jun.

"Do you know how much money he has now?"

"Do you know how many properties and cars he owns?"

"Do you know who gives him gifts during the holidays?"

With each question I asked, Xiao Hong's expression darkened a bit more. "If you don't know any of these things, then take a look at this."

I raised my phone towards her, watching as her expression changed from shock to disbelief, and finally transformed into painful resentment.

It was a photo of Yu Jun accompanying his mistress for a prenatal check-up, which I had secretly taken.

"Soon, Xiao Yan will become what I used to be."

"Nonsense! My Yan Yan has me as her mother! There's no way she will suffer!"

I lowered my head, Xiao Yan has a mother?

I also have a mother, but the mother who has protected me from a young age is still in the hospital, and every day is filled with uncertainty. Why is that?

I adjusted my uncontrollable facial expression, biting down on my tongue tightly. My heart kept reminding me to stay calm, to fish for a big catch by playing a long game.

"I believe you understand Yu Jun. You just can't accept the way he treats you all."

"Think about Xiao Yan."

I opened Weibo.

"Take a look at this."

It's hard not to be amazed at how fast Yu Jun is. In the video, he was gripping Xiao Yan's arm.

"This is my friend's child. Seeing that she didn't have a father since she was young, I occasionally helped take care of her. Who knew she would develop an abnormal attachment and actually think of me as her father?"

"Now she's causing a scene in my wife's hospital room... I..."

It was Yu Jun speaking, but the camera was focused directly on Xiao Yan's face, the face that's usually proud and defiant, now covered in a layer of defeat.

Xiao Hong snatched the phone from me.

The barrage of comments was unbearable to read.

【Isn't this the internet princess who recently went viral for wearing Chanel during military training?】

【Does she have a father complex?】

【She looks pretty good. If she were to be my daughter, I'd give her pocket money hahaha.】

【Hey, what kind of daughter are you referring to? Hahaha.】

"Ah!!!" Xiao Hong let out a sharp scream, as if she was about to rush to the scene and kill Yu Jun and the media who troubled her daughter.

I held her back. "Wild bastard! What are you doing? Don't you want me to help Yan Yan? If my Yan Yan has any psychological problems because of this, none of you will be able to escape!"

From the very beginning, it was clear that Xiao Hong's love for Xiao Yan was pathological.

Back in high school, Xiao Yan had all sorts of luxury brand items. They weren't given by Yu Jun, but by Xiao Hong. Even if it meant exhausting herself, she wanted Xiao Yan to have a decent life.

"Do you think you going like this looks like a crazy lunatic?"

"Will everyone stand with the deeply affectionate Yu Jun or with you, who showed up out of nowhere?"

Xiao Hong panicked and fell to the ground.

"You have a way, don't you?" she looked at me.

"Of course, but there are some things about Yu Jun that I don't know. That doesn't mean nobody knows."

She understood what I meant and prepared herself mentally. After taking a deep breath, she pulled out a pile of materials from the wardrobe.

I flipped through these materials for about twenty minutes.

She picked up her phone and skillfully typed in the words I just taught her.

She posted the message in homeowner groups, company groups, and class groups.

"My husband Yu Jun used to be an ordinary employee at a certain power supply bureau, a noble third-tier college graduate who was officially employed. He has an annual income of over two million, and our family owns five houses locally."

"We live a comfortable life. Our family is part of the upper class, and we can enjoy all the luxuries of life every day."

"His income alone is enough to support our whole family. We can travel the world every year."

"Are you jealous? Even if you envy us, it's useless. It's just because your husband isn't in the power grid."

"Feel free to share, I'm just showing off my wealth."