After Recklessly Courting Death, I Caught the Attention of a Yandere - Chapter 82

It would have been better if Mu Lan hadn’t brought up that point.

The moment she mentioned what happened ten years ago, Xiao Yueqing’s anger flared up.

“Shut up, Tang Lan. I’ve told you before—you don’t need to put on this fake act in front of me. You clearly don’t like me as your son, so why pretend to be a loving mother?”

However, Mu Lan acted as if she hadn’t heard these words at all.

She slowly walked to Xiao Yueqing’s side, lifted her head to look at him, and said, “Let me cook you a bowl of noodles. Let’s talk. We haven’t seen each other in so many years, and I have quite a lot I want to say to you.”

Xiao Yueqing didn’t respond.

He simply followed Mu Lan to the courtyard, wondering what kind of trick she was playing.

Before long, a bowl of noodles was placed in front of him.

Xiao Yueqing didn’t pick up his chopsticks. He only glanced at the noodles.

It was plain noodles in clear broth.

But he no longer liked these plain noodles.

Seeing that he still hadn’t picked up his chopsticks, Mu Lan hurriedly urged him, “Try it. It’s your favorite plain noodles. I haven’t cooked in many years, so I don’t know if they’re good. I remember when you were little, you loved eating these the most and would always beg me to make them for you.”

Xiao Yueqing remained unmoved.

After a long while, he finally murmured, “I’m afraid you’ll poison me.”

Mu Lan opened her mouth, trying to explain.

“How could that be? How could I put poison in—”

As the words left her mouth, she seemed to realize they were inappropriate.

So she changed her approach. “How could that be? Ten years ago was to save your younger brother. I was desperate and couldn’t find any other way. But this time I promise it won’t happen. We’re mother and son after all—can’t we sit down and talk properly? Must we be at each other’s throats like this?”

Xiao Yueqing raised an eyebrow and countered, “I’ve never been the one trying to be at your throat. You keep talking about our mother-son relationship, but have you ever thought about who it was that forcibly severed this so-called maternal bond?

Come to think of it, if it weren’t for Wuchen being poisoned this time, you probably wouldn’t have remembered you had a son like me for the rest of your life, would you? And the things you’ve done in secret—did you think I didn’t know? You’ve framed me for murders more than once, haven’t you? Half of my reputation as a demon lord is thanks to you.”

He wasn’t stupid.

Having been deceived once, how could he possibly fall for it a second time?

“When I was little, I thought it was because I was disobedient that you didn’t like me. You said you didn’t want to see my face, so from the age of five I wore a mask. I did everything you asked. I’ve long since repaid what I owed you, and nearly lost my life in the process.”

“Yueqing, I’m your mother! You’re my child! Can’t you treat me with a better attitude? When I gave birth to you, I nearly died. Though I’ve wronged you, I’m still your birth mother. You can’t disown me! I gave you life…”

Before she could finish, Xiao Yueqing cut her off with a sharp rebuke.

“Shut up! Did I beg you to give birth to me? Did you give me the right to choose? If I could have chosen, I wouldn’t have wanted to be born into this world at all. Why is it that everyone else has parents who love them, while I have nothing and have to be your tool?

But thanks to you, I’m doing quite well now. Perhaps before long I’ll die. You should be happy about that, shouldn’t you? You changed from Tang Lan to Mu Lan precisely because you didn’t want people to know about your past, and my existence is a source of shame in your eyes. If I died, you’d get what you wanted.”

With that, he stood up, preparing to leave.

“Yueqing, whether you believe it or not, this time I’m truly grateful to you. Thank you for saving Wuchen. He’s very fortunate to have such a good older brother. I’ll tell him.”

These words reached Dongfang Wuchen’s ears.

He had originally come out to ask Mu Lan something.

But unexpectedly, he overheard their conversation.

How could Dongfang Wuchen not understand what this meant?

Xiao Yueqing was his real older brother, and something must have happened ten years ago that caused his brother to become like this.

Had his mother really done something?

No, he had to go ask her clearly.

After confirming that Xiao Yueqing had left, Dongfang Wuchen slowly walked to Mu Lan’s side.

“Has my brother left?”

Mu Lan’s attention had been entirely focused on Xiao Yueqing, so naturally she hadn’t noticed when Dongfang Wuchen appeared beside her.

She was startled by his sudden words.

“Why did you suddenly come out without telling Mother? How is your body? The poison in your body has been cured, but you’re still quite weak. You need to go lie down and rest properly.”

Dongfang Wuchen shook his head, but asked that question again.

“Xiao Yueqing is my real older brother, isn’t he? But why have you never mentioned him?”

Mu Lan didn’t know how long he had been there.

Nor did she know how much he had heard.

Regarding Xiao Yueqing—this was actually a knot in Mu Lan’s heart.

Toward this son, she had always felt both love and hate.

Because whenever she saw Xiao Yueqing, she would remember being forcibly married off by the Tang Clan to Xiao Yi.

Marrying and having children with someone she didn’t love was, for Mu Lan, no different from asking her to die.

Meanwhile, her own younger sister had married her childhood sweetheart and the one she loved.

Xiao Yi had certainly treated her well, but not loving him meant not loving him—there was no reason for it.

Because she didn’t love Xiao Yi, naturally she couldn’t bring herself to like that son.

When she first discovered she was pregnant, Mu Lan had taken various extreme measures.

She had desperately wanted to abort this child, trying every method, even nearly jumping from the second floor once.

Finally, Xiao Yi discovered this and no longer allowed her to leave the house.

Until Xiao Yueqing was born.

She didn’t even name the child, because seeing him made her sick.

But over these years, it wasn’t that she never thought of this eldest son.

She did feel guilt, but more than that, she had no regrets.

Because if she hadn’t developed that antidote, her son with Dongfang Jue would have died.

Mu Lan reached out and patted his shoulder, saying, “He is indeed your real older brother. Your father knows about this too. Your father knows all about my past, but Mother’s past isn’t particularly glorious, so I hope you won’t ask anymore.

Also, in front of outsiders, never tell anyone else that he’s your brother, lest it bring misfortune to Mingyue Manor. He’s a great demon lord—we shouldn’t be associated with him.”

Upon hearing this, Dongfang Wuchen finally understood that Mu Lan was avoiding the issue.

There must have been some hidden circumstances behind what happened back then.

The fact that he was able to be cured after being poisoned that time probably had something to do with this real older brother.

He gave a bitter laugh and said, “If Mother is unwilling to tell me what happened when I was poisoned that time, I can go ask him directly. Mother may fear gossip, but I don’t, because he’s my real older brother!”