What Right to Insult My Mother Like This?

"Since Yu Huan insists on having the freedom to love, we should let her be. As elders, we should give the younger generation a chance. But I'm afraid that if she can't find her ideal partner in a month, it will delay her marriage prospects," Song Yingjun said with a hint of sadness, looking worried about Lin Yu Huan's future.

Uncle sneered, "If Yu Huan can't find a young talent better than An Yi in a month, then let her marry Wang Hongwei. Although Wang Hongwei is not as good-looking as An Yi, he is rich and knows how to treat people. He is more than enough to match Lin Yu Huan."

"Yu Huan, have you thought it through? Do you want to marry An Yi or Wang Hongwei in a month? You should know that our company is in a bottleneck period and urgently needs financing. The company doesn't have the time to indulge your whims," Lin Tianyi said coldly.

He didn't believe Lin Yu Huan could marry a better man than An Yi.

Right now, he needed financing to seize a business opportunity and take the company to the next level.

Lin Weiwei couldn't be counted on.

Even though she had been raised by the Lin family since childhood, her expenses were no different from those of Lin Yu Huan, the real heiress.

But the blood in her veins wasn't Lin Tianyi's. The company would never belong to Lin Weiwei in the future.

As his daughter, the rightful heiress of the Lin family, someone who had enjoyed wealth and prosperity for years, Lin Yu Huan was naturally expected to sacrifice her marriage for the company's sake.

"Okay," Lin Yu Huan agreed almost without hesitation.

Lin Weiwei and Song Yingjun were both pleased to hear her answer. They knew exactly what kind of person Wang Hongwei was.

Although he was around the same age as Lin Yu Huan and had a decent appearance, he was one of the worst troublemakers in Jiangcheng.

His favorite thing was taking drugs with other rich playboys and then seeking out young girls to sleep with.

Once they were done playing, those girls would be left broken beyond recognition.

If Lin Yu Huan married such a man, her life would be no different from hell.

"Since everything is settled, I'll go upstairs to rest," Lin Yu Huan said, not wanting to waste any more time with them.

"Wait, Yuhuan, can Auntie ask you for a favor? Weiwei has realized her mistake. Can you help her publish a statement in the newspaper tomorrow, saying that what happened at your birthday party was just a misunderstanding? Otherwise, at such a young age, Weiwei will be labeled as a third party. How will she face the world in the future?" Song Yingjun lowered her posture and begged.

Hearing this, Lin Yu Huan smiled sweetly. "So what if Lin Weiwei is a third party? Auntie, you came from a massage parlor and still became the wife of the Lin family, didn't you?"

Song Yingjun's face turned pale. Her well-manicured nails dug deep into her palms.

"Lin Yu Huan! What are you saying? How dare you insult my mother like this!" Lin Weiwei shrieked angrily.

Seeing Lin Weiwei so agitated, Lin Yu Huan's smile became even wider. "What? Telling the truth is an insult these days?"

She ignored Lin Weiwei's hysterical screaming and calmly walked upstairs.

The old Lin Yu Huan used to be the easiest to manipulate whenever Song Yingjun pleaded.

But the Lin Yu Huan who had died once had already understood everything.

This was just Song Yingjun's usual trick—acting pitiful to gain sympathy.

For many years, she had played the role of a kind stepmother in front of Lin Yu Huan.

But in reality, she deliberately raised Lin Weiwei to be ignorant and reckless, pushing her to humiliate Lin Yu Huan at every banquet.

Song Yingjun had always given Lin Weiwei advice, making Lin Yu Huan suffer countless embarrassments.

Yet, before Lin Yu Huan went to jail, Song Yingjun had still pretended to be a loving stepmother, promising to save her.

Lying on her bed without turning on the light, Lin Yu Huan listened to the muffled cries downstairs.

Her room was shrouded in darkness.

"Lin Weiwei, is this all it takes to upset you?" she thought coldly. "What will you do in the future? I want you and Song Yingjun to experience the suffering I endured in my past life."

Lin Weiwei cried and made a scene downstairs until one in the morning, before Song Yingjun finally dragged her into her room.

"Have you had enough of your tantrum?" Song Yingjun locked the door, her usual gentle mask gone as she scolded Lin Weiwei in anger.

"Mom, you know this is all Lin Yu Huan's fault! She ruined my reputation! What am I supposed to do now?" Lin Weiwei's voice was hoarse from crying.

"It's your own fault. You knew that An Yi and Lin Yu Huan were engaged, so why did you still post those photos on foreign websites? If it weren't for those photos, Lin Yu Huan wouldn't have been able to expose you as the third party so easily." Song Yingjun looked at Lin Weiwei with disappointment.

She couldn't believe that Lin Weiwei, usually so clever, could be this foolish.

Lin Weiwei felt wronged. Everyone in Jiangcheng's wealthy circle knew that An Yi and Lin Yu Huan were engaged.

That was why she had to date An Yi in secret, unable to post photos like a normal couple.

She had longed to openly show their love to the world. She didn't want to be a coward hiding in the shadows.

On foreign social media, she had received so much admiration, and it made her feel satisfied.

But she had never expected that logging into her account on Lin Yu Huan's computer just once would expose everything.

Now, she had been humiliated in public.

"In the future, you need to draw a clear boundary with An Yi and stop associating with him. An Yi is not your best choice," Song Yingjun said, steadying her breath. She knew that blaming Lin Weiwei now was pointless.

Lin Weiwei refused to accept this. "Why not? Lin Yu Huan already said she won't marry An Yi. If that's the case, why can't I be with him?"

"As my daughter, you can only go after what Lin Yu Huan wants, not pick up what she doesn't want. Besides, from what happened at the birthday party, it's clear that An Yi is a cowardly man without responsibility or commitment. What kind of future can you have with him?" Song Yingjun said impatiently.

Lin Weiwei bit her lip, not daring to argue back.

Song Yingjun didn't want to continue pressuring her and simply sighed.