<h4>Chapter 883: A Shitty Aunty</h4>


    However, her hand hung mid-air because Xi Xi had already taken a few steps back and retreated far away from her grandmother.


    No, this woman was no longer her grandmother; she was now Ye Chenyu’s grandmother.


    “Xi Xi...” Xia Jingshu frowned and looked at her granddaughter in confusion. When did her granddaughter grow so distant from her?


    Xi Xi red at Xia Jingshu and her amber-colored eyes zed in anger.


    “Grandma, how could you let the shitty aunty burn my mother’s belongings? I hate you, I hate you!” she howled angrily and her tiny hands balled into fists as she stared at her grandmother with hatred.


    Han Xue’s head suddenly whipped around to look at Xi Xi.


    What did that little bitch call here earlier? A shitty aunty? How could she say something like that?


    “Xi Xi, don’t say such terrible things. How could you call her a shitty aunty? You should call her ‘mom’ in the future,” Xia Jingshu said sternly. This child had failed to receive a proper upbringing, so she was cursing even at such a young age. Xia Jingshu was sure that she would grow up to be a woman who spouted vulgar words. This was unbing of a woman brought up in the Ye family.


    Xi Xi stuck her hands at her hips and spat at Han Xue.


    These people must be dreaming if they thought that she would ever acknowledge her as her mother.


    “Ye Xinxi!” Xia Jingshu said angrily. Her granddaughter’s behavior was getting from bad to worse.


    Xi Xi scoffed, pointed at Han Xue, then looked at her grandmother and said angrily, “She’s a shitty aunty and you’re a shitty grandmother.”


    Then, she burst into tears and ran into her room where her caretaker was helping her clear her toys.


    Han Xue’s face darkened outside the castle and she frowned deeply as she stared at the bonfire that zed outside. She was inexplicably upset and felt as though this feeling would persist for as long as these items remained in the house.


    She suddenly hoped that He Xiyan woulde to take the brat away and hoped that the courts would overturn their decision and grant custody of this brat to He Xiyan.


    ‘Wait,’ she thought as her frown grew even deeper and her anxiety and concern were written all over her face.


    If He Xiyan regained her memories and came looking for this little brat, what was she supposed to do? Ye Hao didn’t know that He Xiyan was still alive but if he found out....


    Han Xue’s anxiety intensified as she thought about all the possibilities that could happen if he were to find out that He Xiyan was still alive.


    ‘He Xiyan, He Xiyan, you should stay with that fool in the vige for the rest of your life. Don’t even think abouting back to look for Ye Hao,’ she thought.


    “Han Xue...” she suddenly heard a familiar voice and turned to see her mother-inw approaching her in her wheelchair.


    “Mom...” Han Xue said as sheposed her features and pasted a smile on her face.


    Xia Jingshu patted her daughter’s hand and tried tofort her. “Han Xue, don’t be upset with Xi Xi. She’s still a child so she doesn’t know what she’s saying.”


    “Mom, don’t worry. I won’t,” Han Xue said with a smile but she was secretly annoyed and was angered each time she remembered how that little brat had called her a shitty aunty. She’d better not catch that little brat call her that again, or she probably wouldn’t be able to rein in her anger.


    Xia Jingshu sighed and paused for a moment before she said, “Han Xue, Xi Xi’s mother has already passed away, so she doesn’t have a mother. You don’t have a daughter either so you should find a way to draw close to her and treat Chenyu and Xi Xi equally. As time goes by, I’m sure Xi Xi will acknowledge you as her mother one day.”