Reborn: Instead of Chasing the School Beauty, I Chased Her Mother

In the instant he saw Li Zhiyan, a sense of fear involuntarily rose in Yin Qiang's heart.

He sensed trouble.

He seemed to be about to get beaten, and when it came to fighting, he was very clear about just how fierce Li Zhiyan could be.

Initially, so many people with weapons had fought with Li Zhiyan, only to be ruthlessly overpowered by him alone.

If it came to a physical confrontation with Li Zhiyan, he would definitely get beaten to a pulp.

Therefore, at this moment, Yin Qiang felt fear and began to retreat subconsciously.

And at this time, Li Zhiyan's rage had also been ignited. Although he didn't approve of Yin Xueyang's past actions, he knew that in the role of a mother, Yin Xueyang was absolutely competent.

So now, Li Zhiyan profoundly sympathized with Yin Xueyang.

All he wanted was to fiercely pummel Yin Qiang.

"Li Zhiyan, why are you in my house again!"

"You bitch, now you're caught in adultery with Li Zhiyan, aren't you!"

At that moment, Yin Qiang cursed furiously, his anger reaching its peak.

But the next second, Li Zhiyan kicked him squarely.

A surge of intense pain hit him, and as Yin Qiang fell, he was hammered with a flurry of punches from Li Zhiyan, who wished he could just send this beast, who wanted to beat his own mother, to prison.

To let him accompany Yin Fengxiang there.

At this time, Li Zhiyan's heart was also filled with extreme anger. After being battered continuously, Yin Qiang got up and ran towards the outside.

This was because Li Zhiyan had not gone all out; society is a place governed by law.

If he got himself imprisoned for the sake of this brute, Yin Qiang, that would be a terrible loss, so Li Zhiyan always kept a sense of measure.

After Yin Qiang made a hasty escape, Li Zhiyan gently closed the door.

At this moment, his mood was also somewhat heavy; this must have been a devastating blow for Yin Xueyang.

"Aunt Yin."

After returning to Yin Xueyang's side, Li Zhiyan looked at her sitting on the sofa, her gaze vacant.

Even though he had disliked Yin Xueyang in the past, Li Zhiyan's heart now ached for her.

As a mother, to be constantly verbally abused by one's own son, cursed with the most venomous language, and even to be physically assaulted, was an absolutely deadly blow to a mother.

Thinking about it, Yan's heart couldn't help but feel compassion; Yin Xueyang was indeed pitiful in this respect.

However, at this time, Yin Xueyang had fallen into a state of despair. It seemed she couldn't hear a word Li Zhiyan said.

When people suffer a severe shock, they can fall into such a state.

Understanding this, Li Zhiyan waited silently for Yin Xueyang to come back to her senses.

He knew that for Yin Xueyang to have made it this far, she must have a considerably strong inner self and would not just collapse like this.

At this moment, Yin Xueyang's heart was continuously replaying the scene where Yin Qiang had tried to beat her—an image in which he seemed not her son but a stranger, perhaps even an enemy.

She was certain that if Li Zhiyan hadn't intervened, she would have been beaten by her own son today.

Consider how absurd it is; all these years, she had cherished her son as her own life, and in the end, not only did he fail to show filial piety, but he even wanted to strike her, leaving her in this plight.

Her life was truly a joke.

She didn't know how long she sat there before Yin Xueyang finally came out of that state. When she regained consciousness, she realized Li Zhiyan was sitting quietly by her side, waiting for her.

A sense of security quickly rose in Yin Xueyang's heart.

She realized that many times, when she was hurt or desperate, Li Zhiyan would appear by her side, offering help during her toughest moments.

Li Zhiyan was really good to her, yet initially, all she thought about was how to deal with him.

How, for the sake of Yin Qiang, she wanted to ruin Li Zhiyan's life. If Li Zhiyan had not been so exceptionally talented and capable,

he might have already dropped out of school and had a bleak life by now.

A feeling of guilt surged in her heart, and Yin Xueyang reached out and gently touched Li Zhiyan's face.

"I'm sorry for making you see such a farce."

Yin Xueyang had always been a very proud woman; she didn't want to lose to anyone, no matter who it was.

That's why she had worked at the proctology hospital and lied in front of her son, claiming Li Zhiyan was done for.

It was because Yin Xueyang didn't want to lose to anyone, yet today, her own son wanted to hit her, and Li Zhiyan saw it.

That made Yin Xueyang's heart feel as though she was a joke herself.

"Aunt Yin, this is not your fault. It is because Yin Qiang is an ungrateful cur, not knowing what gratitude is."

With eyes filled with desolation and weariness, Yin Xueyang slowly lay down, stretching her beautiful legs onto Li Zhiyan.

The naturally charming Yin Xueyang, looking fragmented at that moment, had a kind of shattered beauty.

This brokenness provoked an involuntary pang of heartache.

"Li Zhiyan, if only Auntie had a good son like you."

"Won't you really consider becoming Auntie's godson? I would cherish you like my own child from now on."

Of course, Li Zhiyan could not possibly agree to Yin Xueyang's suggestion.