Xu Tingrong thought it was impossible; her mother would never care about her.

She would just keep saying, "I did it all for you. I remarried because of you, I lived under someone else's roof because of you, and I became someone else's stepmother because of you."

You must treat Wen Yueyi well and make her happy, otherwise you won't be my daughter!

Every word she heard broke her heart.

She wanted to tell her mother.

I don't want to be rich.

I don't need to go to such an expensive school, I don't need to wear pretty dresses, I don't need to eat so well, I just want the mother I used to have, the one who loved me...

"She's my daughter, of course I feel sorry for her, is there a problem?"

Mo Yan readily admitted it, then coldly looked at Wen Yueyi, "Don't you have hands or feet? Why don't you pour your own water?"

Before, my stepmother would do whatever she said, like a lapdog. Now, how can I talk to her like this?

"Mo Yan, what do you mean by this? Don't you understand what I'm saying? You married my father, and this is how you bully me?"

Mo Yan could still tolerate these words, so she walked over and slapped him across the face.

With a loud slap, Wen Yueyi's eyes welled up with tears; the pain was so intense that tears streamed down her face.

"You hit me! How dare you hit me? What right do you have to hit me? What gives you the right to do so?"

Wen Yueyi had never suffered such humiliation. From the moment the mission taker married Wen Yueyi's father, he had doted on her, treating her like royalty. How could he possibly hit her? He would never even scold her.

Now that Mo Yan had hit her directly, Wen Yueyi naturally couldn't accept it and immediately cried for her father.

“I’m going to call my dad. You’re a bad person. You lied to him and said you would take good care of me, but you’re only after our family’s money. You keep bullying me. I’m going to have my dad kick you out.”

Wen Yueyi immediately prepared to make a phone call.

Mo Yan wasn't flustered at all and handed her the phone directly. "Go ahead and call. Call your dad right now and tell him I hit you. See what he says."

Wen Yueyi's tears were still on her face. For a moment, she couldn't understand what her stepmother meant. She said she was going to tell her father, but her stepmother wasn't flustered at all.

But since we've been pushed to this point, it's impossible not to make a phone call.

"Fine, let's fight!"

She picked up her phone and dialed her father's number. To her surprise, she actually got through to him. Now that was great, she thought her father would definitely teach this stepmother a lesson.

As soon as the call connected, she burst into tears, crying so hard it was heartbreaking, as if her father had died.

"Dad, please come back soon! The woman you married is bullying me. She beats me, scolds me, and doesn't give me food every day. Please come back and teach her a lesson. Divorce her and kick her out of our house, okay?"

Wen Yueyi thought that since she had said all that, her father would definitely side with her, but who knew...

"Wen Yueyi, what nonsense are you talking about? Your mother bullies you? I'm more afraid she'll spoil you!"

All he ever does is favor you, giving you the best of everything. If anything doesn't suit your taste, you throw a tantrum, threaten suicide, or demand a divorce.

"If I really get a divorce, you can cry all you want. Where else can you find a mother who protects you like this!"

Wen Yue knew very well that his wife didn't care about him at all, but she definitely cared about their daughter. She would have loved to bring down the stars from the sky for her.

They've become so spoiled that they've lost all sense of propriety.