[Travel through a novel + 1970s + a tough guy + a super doting wife + sweet love without abuse!] Opening her eyes, she saw a sturdy man, sweat dripping down Ruan Jiaojiao’s long, curly eyelashes… S...
Xue Nan happily took the money, dusted herself off, and left, feeling no remorse for abandoning her mother. Upon arriving in Kyoto, she continued her "career"—to find a wealthy and loving man, marry him, and become a rich wife.
She assumed that an ignorant woman like Guo Xiuqin would surely die, her body left to rot in the wilderness, her flesh devoured by wild dogs. The thought of this possibility made Xue Nan so happy she could laugh herself awake in her dreams.
Thinking of this, she looked at Guo Xiuqin and asked her, "You weren't...?"
"Yes, you guessed it right, I was saved by Ruan Jiaojiao. She noticed something was wrong with you a long time ago, so she secretly sent people to search for me. I was almost sold to the Golden Triangle by human traffickers, but luckily she saved me."
The Golden Triangle is a living hell! If you don't listen to them, getting your teeth pulled and being branded with irons is the least of your worries! You're lucky you haven't lost a kidney!
Xue Nan gritted her teeth. Ruan Jiaojiao, it's Ruan Jiaojiao again. Why is this person always targeting her? Is she a demon?
“Daughter, there’s something else you probably don’t know. Ruan Jiaojiao’s husband, Fu Ting, is the son of former Chief Fu Zhengting. The country is in turmoil right now, and the leaders rely heavily on Fu Zhengting. Fu Ting is about to inherit his mantle! So, it’s no exaggeration to say that Ruan Jiaojiao is the most distinguished woman in the entire capital!”
"Of all people to mess with, you had to pick on her. You're not even worth a finger of hers!"
Xue Nan: "...!!"
Old, the old chief's biological son?
Rumors circulated that the old chief's son was not his biological son, but little else was known. Who knew that his biological son was Fu Ting!
She should have realized it sooner. On the train, Fu Ting's demeanor was completely out of place with everything around him. He must be a born king!
Thinking about this, Xue Nan blushed a little...
She wondered if she had tried harder back then, would Fu Ting be her man?
Sigh, it's all my fault for being too young and not recognizing Fu Ting's extraordinary abilities, which allowed that little bitch Ruan Jiaojiao to get away with it!
No one knows a daughter better than her mother, and Guo Xiuqin understands Xue Nan best now. To put it bluntly, Guo Xiuqin knows exactly what kind of fart Xue Nan is going to let out just by sticking her butt out!
"You still dare to covet Fu Ting? Heh heh, don't you even know who you are! You're not as pretty as Ruan Jiaojiao, and you're not as capable as her. Now you don't even have a uterus anymore, you're just a useless person!" x33xs.
"..." Xue Nan blushed after Guo Xiuqin's words. "That's right, I'm not as good as her. If you're so capable, why don't you make her your daughter!"
She has nothing left now, everything is ruined! So she doesn't need to pretend anymore, she can be herself now, since her life will never turn around again!
However, the feeling of not having to play the victim made her feel quite comfortable.
She no longer has to constantly consider other people's feelings or think about what words to use to please powerful people. Now she can say whatever she wants and do whatever she wants, which is quite liberating!
Seeing that Guo Xiuqin remained silent, Xue Nan sneered and said, "Mom, I may be bad, but you're even worse because you've raised a bad daughter. Besides, you're the person in the whole world who most wants to protect me, otherwise you wouldn't have rushed over to take care of me as soon as you recovered, right?"
Guo Xiuqin: "..."
Yes. She hated Xue Nan's lack of ambition and poor values, but she loved her even more; there was no one in the world who loved Xue Nan more than she did!
Xue Nan was raised by her... she grew up drinking her milk... even though everyone in the world said Xue Nan was wrong, she has always protected her in her own way.