Ruan Jiaojiao began to sense that Zhao Di's mood was not right, so she quickly told Fu Ting to go outside and wait, while she limped over to pat Zhao Di.

"Zhaodi, it's me. Your second aunt is here. She wants to talk to you..."

Zhao Di continued to sew the clothes with her head down, sewing with great care.

Her expression was also very cold, as if she couldn't hear anything.

Ruan Jiaojiao felt sorry for her; after all, she was just a teenager! If this had happened to her, she probably would have tried to kill herself.

“Zhaodi, stop sewing. If you’ve been wronged, tell your second aunt, and she will get justice for you.”

Ruan Jiaojiao forcibly put down what she was doing and then hugged her.

She could feel Zhao Di stiffen slightly in her arms, and then... then Zhao Di said, "Second Aunt, I'm fine. It's almost New Year's, and I'm going to make two new outfits for my husband. I'm very good at sewing, and he'll be comfortable wearing them."

Her man...

Ruan Jiaojiao knew exactly how much Zhao Di loathed her man, who was big enough to be her father, so why would Zhao Di willingly make clothes for Pian Tou?

She must have experienced something dark that left an indelible shadow on her heart.

"Zhaodi, wake up! I'm your second aunt! Don't pretend in front of me! There are only the two of us here! No one will hurt you!"

Zhao Di bit her lip and said again, "Second Aunt, I want to make clothes for my man."

Later, no matter what Ruan Jiaojiao said, Zhao Di only had one answer—"I want to make clothes for my man."

Ruan Jiaojiao had no choice but to take a risky approach, saying, "Fine, if you do this, even your second aunt can't save you. Your second aunt is leaving and will never come again."

As she turned and limped to the door, Zhao Di, who was behind her, finally couldn't hold back anymore. She rushed forward, hugged her, and cried out, "Second Aunt! My heart is breaking!"

"I'm so miserable! I can't go on living!"

The girl's heart-wrenching cries were like a knife slowly torturing Ruan Jiaojiao's heart. Ruan Jiaojiao closed her eyes and grasped Zhao Di's hand.

"Zhaodi, your second aunt knows you're good to my two sons, so she won't really abandon you. But before that, you need to tell your second aunt what exactly happened last night?"

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It turns out that Ruan Jiaojiao wasn't the only one who was sad last night; Zhao Di was too.

But even though Ruan Jiaojiao was heartbroken, she still got to see Fu Ting and had two adorable sons who cared for her. But all that awaited Zhao Di was despair.

What drove her to despair the most was not what the other man did to her, but the person who sent her to this "hell on earth"—her own father, Fu Jun.

Fu Jun lied to Zhao Di, saying he would let her go, but in reality, he was working with Shen Junmei to keep Zhao Di in check so they could track her movements.

Zhao Di was raised by Shen Junmei, and every emotion she expressed could not escape Shen Junmei's eyes—she wanted to run away.

Shen Junmei knew she couldn't stop Zhao Di from growing up and having her own ideas, so she and Fu Jun staged this scene.

Fu Jun used their father-daughter relationship to gain Zhao Di's trust, and Shen Junmei pretended to believe that Zhao Di would not run away and ignored her.

That night, Zhao Di happily packed her luggage—a few tattered clothes and two cents she had saved for three or four years. After thinking about it, she decided to leave the two cents to Shen Junmei.

She thought that Shen Junmei gave birth to her and raised her. Although she was not good to her, she was still the one who gave her life.

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