Chapter 223: Do You Want Me to Give You a Grandchild?

Yan Qingsi chortled and quickly put down her spoon. She did not want to choke.

Yue Tingfeng lifted his chin in pride, seemingly trying to show that he was not one to shirk from a challenge and that he was a man of his word.

Mrs. Yue was stunned. “What did you say? Is something wrong with your brain?”

“Yes, there is. It’s burnt up,” Yue Tingfeng said with a scowl. Burnt up by the flames of lust.

Yan Qingsi turned to Mrs. Yue and said, “Aunty, there’s nothing wrong with his brain. It’s his kidney that’s the problem. You better buy him something to help with his erection.”

Yue Tingfeng’s face darkened yet again, sniping, “Yan Qingsi, bear in mind that whatever you say today, I will never forget.”

Yan Qingsi took another sip of her porridge and tutted, “Can’t you let me tell the truth? I’m only talking based on your performance. It’s a conclusion made from real-world experience.”

“Bullsh*t! There’s nothing wrong with my son,” Mrs. Yue shouted in anger.

“Is there, Son?” she continued nervously.

She was obviously not sure of the answer. There was an element of anxiety in her eyes, and her tone showed the insecurities deep in her heart.

Yue Tingfeng felt like he was going to go mad from the two women bickering and thought to himself, ‘Mum, can you just not talk anymore? I’m not even asking for your help, I’m just asking that you don’t drag your son back while he’s on his quest for greatness. Is that so difficult?’

Yue Tingfeng hissed through gritted teeth, “Of course not, Mum! Do you actually believe her crap?”

“What do you mean crap? Did you think my miscarriage was fake? Don’t be afraid to see the doctor, young man. If you don’t consult one now, things are only going to get worse later. You know you’re the only heir to the family right?”

Mrs. Yue was starting to get anxious. ‘It’s true that he doesn’t have any children yet,’ she thought to herself.

With a worried look on her face, Mrs. Yue started, “Son, do you... do you think... you should...”

Yue Tingfeng cut off his mother mid-sentence. “Mum, I beg you. Please just go shopping, get some facial sessions in, go play cards with your friends, or have some high tea. The rest of my issues, you don’t have to worry. Your IQ can’t keep up, so don’t get worked up about it.”

Yue Tingfeng just felt tired—very tired.

His own mother... So easily duped by Yan Qingsi again and again.

She believed Yan Qingsi had a miscarriage and even believed that he had premature ejaculation. He wondered how many times had she been duped by people outside.

Mrs. Yue harrumphed. “Whose IQ are you saying can’t keep up? If my IQ couldn’t keep up, where did you get all your IQ from? I’m your mother. Can’t I be worried about you?”

Yue Tingfeng heaved a tired sigh before saying, “Mum, if I really had a problem, how would she have gotten pregnant?”

Yan Qingsi raised her hand to interject. “Because my body is very fertile, I can get pregnant very easily.”

Turning towards Mrs. Yue, she teased her even further. “Aunty, do you want me to give birth to a little grandchild for your family first? In case your son... you know.”

Mrs. Yue gritted her teeth. Her lips were twitching as if she was going to say something.

Yue Tingfeng had his face in his palm. ‘My goodness, she’s actually giving it serious thought,’ he thought to himself, ‘This kind of unreliable crap, she’s obviously lying, come on mum...’

Yue Tingfeng slammed on the table, taking Yan Qingsi and Mrs. Yue by surprise.

“Everyone just shut your mouth. If anyone talks about this again, things are going to get ugly.” Yue Tingfeng has had enough. “Mum, it’s midnight already. Aren’t you afraid your face is going to look bad in the morning?”

Mrs. Yue’s hands instinctively went to her face and said, “Of course I’m afraid... But I’m also afraid of my grandchild...”

Yue Tingfeng pointed upstairs and ordered, “Go to sleep. Now.”