"Why!?" Meng Yunhan could not help but shriek, taking a quick step forward; she completely forgot the arrogance that she was showing earlier. "What do you mean it has nothing to do with me? I am Han Yichen's wife and Han Ruochen's mother. Whatever money comes into this family, half of it belongs to me."
Old Madam Han listened to her big talk and chuckled darkly. Her lips curled into a dark, mocking sneer. There was no warmth in her eyes nor hesitation as she looked at the self-serving and selfish woman standing before her.
"Half of it?" Old Madam Han scoffed, her voice laced with heavy disdain. "You just said with your own mouth that you never wanted to be part of this family. You claimed Yichen ruined your life and that these children are nothing but a burden you despise. Now that there is money involved, you suddenly remember that you are his wife and the mother of these children?"
