Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 1296 - 1274: If That Woman and Her Child Move In, I’ll Leave

Chapter 1296: Chapter 1274: If That Woman and Her Child Move In, I’ll Leave

Ya Qianhuai was infuriated by his son’s indifferent and cold retort: "What kind of talk is that? This is your child, the first and possibly the only grandchild of this generation for the Ya Family. No matter what you think, I want this grandchild born safely and healthily under my watch."

Ya Chen sneered: "Aren’t you the one who values reputation the most? Aren’t you afraid of being laughed at?"

"Miss Lan is just moving to the guest room, living separate from us, what’s there to laugh at?"

"I don’t agree, immediately have this woman move out, this is the Ya Family, who is she? Just a showgirl from the entertainment industry!" Ya Chen’s words were harsh like a storm.

"A showgirl? A showgirl that you fancied, personally chose!" Ya Qianhuai’s face didn’t look any better.

Lan Yurou stood up with a start, her face flushed with humiliation, trying to console Ya Qianhuai: "Uncle, don’t argue because of me. If Chen doesn’t want it, I’ll just go back to the villa, it’s fine, Aunt Yin is there, and the environment is nice."

Uncle? What a close way to address him.

Chu Xinyue’s lips curled into a mocking smile, then transformed into a cold expression.

Ya Qianhuai had Lan Yurou sit down: "If he doesn’t let you stay, I will. Aren’t you my guest? I just want to see if I can’t even have the right to invite a guest to stay overnight!"

With Ya Qianhuai having everything arranged, what else was there to say?

With a slight scoff, carrying intense anger, Ya Chen pushed aside the dishes in front of him, stood up with a clatter, picked up the metal cane, and walked out of the dining room.

Whether it was due to his rage or not, he lost his sense of direction on the route he usually took, with a "bang" he bumped into a small pearwood tea table. Before anyone could react, he had already kicked the small table away with his leg, a sullen face followed.

"Boom," the sound made Lan Yurou shiver.

The guards at the door hurriedly followed: "Your Highness—"

Lan Yurou looked at Ya Chen’s angry back, wanting to call out, but Ya Qianhuai said coldly: "Ignore him. You eat first. I’m helping him solve a major issue, and he’s still unhappy! Anyway, you just stay here, no one can make you leave!"

Lan Yurou said no more, lowered her head, obediently eating her meal in small bites.

Chu Xinyue watched the movements of the three the entire time, like an outsider unrelated to the matter, and only now did she stand up, saying lightly: "I’ll go upstairs first."

Only then did Ya Qianhuai attend to his daughter-in-law, realizing how unusually calm Chu Xinyue had been. Feeling a bit guilty and uneasy, he said, "Xinyue, come with me," and walked out of the dining room.

Lan Yurou saw Ya Qianhuai and Chu Xinyue went outside one after the other, couldn’t eat anymore, she put down her chopsticks, quietly following them to the door.

"Xinyue. I know you must be unhappy now, and you probably hate me too. I admit I have selfish motives, but what I’m doing is not only good for the Ya Family but also for you." Outside the dining room, Ya Qianhuai broke the silence with a sigh: "Your health doesn’t allow you to have children. This way, in the future, you could have a child to care for you. Rest assured, it will be at most ten months. It won’t be long. Bear with it."

Chu Xinyue understood Ya Qianhuai’s intention, wanting Lan Yurou to give birth at the Ya Family and then secretly register the child under her name.

Outwardly, she would be the rightful daughter-in-law, the mother of the child.

After all, she was a daughter of the Chu Family, and no matter what, Ya Qianhuai wouldn’t demote her for a pregnant actress.

This was already the greatest concession Ya Qianhuai could make, perhaps he even thought he was being painstakingly considerate.

Unfortunately, she was not fortunate enough to accept such painstaking efforts.

Pausing a moment, she said plainly: "Dad, sorry, I’m not that kind-hearted or magnanimous, I’ve not reached the point where I can raise a husband’s illegitimate child. I’m afraid I’ll have to disappoint you."

Ya Qianhuai was taken aback, his face darkened immediately: "Then... what do you want?"

She always had some fear of this father-in-law, but for the first time today, she looked at him calmly: "If Lan Yurou stays, I will leave."

"... Are you threatening me?"

She remained calm: "No. A threat is to covet something that doesn’t belong to oneself. What I’m asking for is what I should have. I’m the legitimate daughter-in-law of the Royal Family. Is it not right to have a mistress leave? I not only want her to leave, but the child absolutely cannot set foot in the Ya Family. In conclusion, if they come, I will go, Dad can choose."

Even if Lan Yurou insists on having this child, she would never let the child see the light of day.

Expecting her to raise that child as her own? Dream on.

Some women might swallow their pride, but she, Chu Xinyue, would absolutely not.

By the entrance of the dining room, Lan Yurou’s face turned pale, clenching her pink fists.

Ya Qianhuai never expected his usually gentle and taciturn daughter-in-law to be this determined and stubborn, veins slightly bulged, somewhat agitated, and spoke without reservation:

"You can’t have children yourself, yet you want to cut off the Ya Family’s line? Is this what a daughter-in-law should do?"

Chu Xinyue held back her emotional turmoil: "I think I know Dad’s choice."

With that, she turned and walked upstairs.

All these years, this frail and sickly daughter-in-law had been like invisible air at home, barely noticeable.

Whenever he spoke to her, Ya Qianhuai could feel she dared not look him in the eye.

But at this moment, for the first time, he sensed the unwavering aura she exuded, which was impossible to ignore.

Frowning, Ya Qianhuai swept his sleeve and turned back into the dining room.

Lan Yurou, taking advantage that Ya Qianhuai hadn’t returned to the dining room yet, quickly returned to her seat, pretending to be eating obediently.

Seeing him come in, she put down her chopsticks, weakly asked: "Uncle, is everything okay?"

Ya Qianhuai waved his hand: "You continue eating."

Lan Yurou pursed her lips: "I know, moving in might cause unrest in the Ya Family, I’m sorry, Uncle."

After all, having been in the entertainment industry for so long, she had some skill in pleasing elders.

Knew when to advance, when to show weakness.

Looking at Lan Yurou in front of him, truthfully, Ya Qianhuai wasn’t particularly fond of women from the entertainment industry.

In fact, when Lan Yurou first came to offer surrogacy, he saw clearly her complicated thoughts; she was not simple, nor content to be just a woman outside his son’s life.

As the Chu Family’s young lady, Chu Xinyue, who had been weak and rarely seen people since childhood, wouldn’t read people’s faces, was more introverted and cool, couldn’t please people, indeed couldn’t compare to Lan Yurou’s social skills.

Nonetheless, since Lan Yurou was truly pregnant, Ya Qianhuai had to make a decision.

With this thought, Ya Qianhuai’s face turned stern: "Don’t worry about whether others are happy or not. Other people’s feelings cannot outweigh the importance of the Ya Family’s offspring. In conclusion, stay here comfortably, take good care of yourself, and don’t feel apologetic. As long as you can give birth to a healthy grandson for the Ya Family, you’ve lived up to my expectations."