Chapter 82; You little brat!

Lu Wan Ruyi had never asked for anything. And yet, she was the only one who had never let him down. His loyalty had been repaid a thousandfold—in love, in peace, and in the quiet strength with which she carried their family.

How could he be ungrateful? If it weren't for her, he couldn't be who he is now! A lot was contributed by her.

The woman, who was once his wife, once the mother of his sons, fell into a bitter silence. She had returned thinking blood alone would secure her a place, thinking that her sons' positions would elevate her, and through them, she could get something. But she was so wrong.

"She stood by him, she became the mother we ever wanted! She had to replace the void you had left back then, she took over your 'mother role' you had run away from..." Lu Ting Cheng said quietly, his voice sharp with unspoken meaning, you could see disgust written all over his face. "Through the worst of it. She was present when no one else did. That's why she has everything. She deserves everything and no one has to question it in any way!"

The younger son, Lu Ting Zhou, stepped forward, placing a hand on his brother's shoulder intimately. "We are not competing for scraps," he said. "We are building our own legacy."

Silence hung heavy in the room. A shift had taken place—not just in wealth, but in power, identity, and everything. The sons of Lu Zhi Hao had chosen their side.

And it wasn't hers.

She meant nothing to them! Their stepmom was more worth it than her!

Song Yaya trembled, caught in between shame and disbelief as the two young men—one she bore, the other she once ignored—stood side by side, united in their rejection of her.

"I gave birth to you! How could you talk to me like that? I'm still your Mother?" She was heartbroken. The kids didn't give her a chance to say anything, and neither didn't seem to welcome her into their life.

"Geez! You didn't give birth to them, another woman did! Actually, Dad, you should check out and do their DNA test for her and my brothers, what if she ain't actually their mother?" Lu Zi Zhen poured more salt into the wound.

Lu Zhi Hao's eyes flickered with a storm of emotion as he looked at his youngest stepson, Lu Zi Zhen—brilliant, blunt, and dangerously sharp-tongued. He didn't fear anyone, he always confronted people face to face.

There was a reason he was feared in the underworld despite his young age. But even he hadn't expected that dagger of a comment. But what if it was true? Could it?

"You…" Song Yaya's face twisted in rage, her voice trembling. "How dare you?! How can you say something like that? It was my egg, it wasn't anyone else's, it was mine...."

Lu Zi Zhen shrugged lazily, unbothered. "I dare because I care… about the truth. You are so sure of your position, maybe a little truth serum in the form of a DNA test will remind you how fragile your lies are. And I probably think they ain't your kids, how could such brilliant young men have someone so stupid like you as their mother?

"You little brat!" she screeched. "I took care of them for three years! I was there to babysit you all! No one has any right to judge me!"

"I don't think that's enough to confirm that you are their biological mother," he replied coolly. "Because nothing about you feels like a mother. You weren't there when they were sick, when they had nightmares when they won school competitions… heck, you weren't even there when our hearts were broken for the first time. That role was filled by someone else—Lu Wan Ruyi."