Quick Transmigration: Drama Queen's Daily Life Chapter 1443 - 1432: The Young Uncle of the Prestigious Family

"What are you doing?" Shen Huiran stared at Ye Xingyan. "I said I would let you go, but I didn’t say you could take your things. When Ye Yao left your mom’s house back then, she didn’t take anything."

Ye Xingyan gritted her teeth, "But those are things I’ve used. There’s no point for you to keep them."

Shen Huiran laughed scornfully, "Why wouldn’t there be any point? Donating them would be good deeds."

Ye Xingyan was reluctant to part with her branded bags, clothes, shoes, and jewelry, but today Shen Huiran clearly wouldn’t let her take them. Knowing this, she should have taken them earlier.

"Let’s go, modify the household registration now. Just as you wish, return to your biological mother’s side, but don’t come back to us if anything happens in the future."

Shen Huiran held a grudge against having to give up her belongings. She retaliated bitterly, "What is there now worth coming back for, Mom?"

Shen Huiran sneered, "Remember what you said today."

After finishing the paperwork, Shen Huiran felt utterly exhausted. For over a decade, she had poured her heart into nurturing Ye Xingyan, only to realize the daughter she cherished had neither affection nor nostalgia for her. When faced with difficulties, Ye Xingyan chose to return to her biological mom without hesitation.

Should she call it ironic? At her age, betrayed by her adoptive daughter, and both her biological son and daughter are distant from her. Even the once-proud family business is swept them out the door.

Shen Huiran lay on the sofa, staring at the ceiling with tears streaming from the corner of her eye. She regretted it and realized the truth, but it was all too late.

Time swiftly passed, and soon Zhang Jingyi reached the day of delivery. Due to her refusal, no one accompanied her in labor. Ye Qiu managed, knowing his mother’s health condition, so he quietly sat in the chair waiting, unlike Ye Tang who was visibly anxious.

At the age of sixty-six, it hadn’t occurred to him that his wife could give birth to another child for him. Although his wife was eleven years younger, she was forty-five this year, a high-risk pregnancy. Who knew what might happen?

However, his wife wouldn’t let him accompany her inside, so he could only pace back and forth, never releasing the furrow in his brow.

"Dad, the doctor said the baby’s position is perfect, and Mom’s health is fine. With today’s advanced medical skills, there should be no problems. Sit down and wait; it won’t be that fast," Ye Qiu softly advised.

Ye Tang’s eyes were red with worry, "I told you long ago not to have this child. Both you and your mom insisted. What kind of situation is this?"

"Dad, you’re just overly worried," Ye Qiu helplessly smiled. "It’s not good for mom to terminate a pregnancy at her age."

"Ah!" Ye Tang sighed, understanding that it’s the right reasoning, but he couldn’t decide. He had to hope and pray to the heavens that if his wife could safely give birth, he would certainly dedicate more to charity and not be stingy.

Perhaps heaven heard his prayers, as about twenty minutes later, a nurse emerged holding a newborn, "Congratulations, the delivery was smooth, mother and child are safe—a very handsome little boy."

However, Ye Tang didn’t even glance at the child but instead asked the nurse eagerly, "Why hasn’t my wife come out yet? How is she?"

"The mother is doing well, just a bit worn out from the delivery; she’ll be out soon. Won’t you take a look at the baby?"

Only then did Ye Tang come to his senses and looked at the baby in the nurse’s arms—a truly beautiful child as described, with eyes wide open, red skin, and particularly adorable, likely benefiting from good prenatal nutrition.

"Just like you when you were little." Ye Tang said to Ye Qiu while holding the child, "You were born with eyes open and red skin just like this."

"That’s great." Ye Qiu took his brother and said, "He’ll be a handsome man like me when he grows up."

The nurse smiled at the father and son trio; many families have brothers with such a significant age difference, usually leading to conflicts over inheritance. The older one typically dislikes the younger one, sometimes not even bothering to look. Surprisingly, this family appeared harmonious.

After school, Ye Yao also came to the hospital to look at her freshly-born little uncle. It felt very novel to her that such a small person could be her elder.

Under Ye Qiu’s strong request, the hundred days banquet for the baby was grandly held. Only then did Ye Bai learn that his father had another son with Aunt Zhang.

He gave a wry smile, realizing if he had known his dad would have a child with Aunt Zhang, what was there to hope for? Even without Ye Qiu, Ye Family’s inheritance wouldn’t fall to him. From then on, Ye Bai dismissed all his desires, surviving on the living expenses his mom provided.

Shen Huiran was slightly more ambitious; after all, her mother-in-law could raise a son but was unwilling to support a daughter-in-law. Yet she was older and had always been a wealthy wife, lacking social experience, so her initial jobs didn’t go well.

However, because she had been a wealthy wife, she gained some insights. Later, drawing from her experience, she worked as a jewelry and branded bag appraiser, managing a reasonable living.

After setting her mindset right, she showed unprecedented care towards her biological son and daughter. Although Ye Yao stayed at Ye Family, she didn’t have the opportunity or the face to visit her, instead silently observing.

Seeing Ye Yao excel, winning many awards, she deeply regretted judging Ye Yao previously, believing she was an uncultured and morally flawed girl.

The more exceptional Ye Yao became, the more she felt embarrassed to appear before her. Fortunately, her son didn’t overly resent her; despite lacking closeness, he would often return during breaks to gather for meals.

Ten years later, Shen Huiran didn’t expect to see Ye Xingyan, oh no, Zhao Xingyan and Qian Lan Ya as mother-daughter again, only to find them far worse off than imagined.

"Mom..." Zhao Xingyan called out to Shen Huiran with tears immediately falling, attempting to embrace her, only to have Shen Huiran coldly evade.

"I’m not your mom, Miss Zhao," Shen Huiran responded with cold mockery.

Zhao Xingyan hung her head in an apologetic posture, "Mom, I was wrong. I was young and foolish, and did things that hurt you. I don’t expect your forgiveness; may I invite you for a meal?"

"Sure." Shen Huiran smiled slightly, agreeing.

Zhao Xingyan lifted her head in surprise, assuming Shen Huiran had moved on after all these years. In her heart, she speculated whether playing the victim might earn her mom’s forgiveness?

Only after stepping outside did she realize how naive she had been, how lacking in insight her biological mom, Qian Lan Ya, was—not only unable to assist her but repeatedly holding her back.