Chapter 277: How Mad a Mother Is to Her Child
Ye Xiaomei's body stiffened...
When I regained consciousness, Mrs. Xue had already closed the bedroom door. She might be changing clothes.
Ye Xiaomei took the fried dough sticks and soaked them in soy milk, chewing them aimlessly.
My daughter is four years old and she has never called me mom?
This...is unlikely.
Soon, Mrs. Xue came out, still wearing a cheongsam and a pearl necklace around her neck.
Today I am wearing a pink pearl necklace, pink on my ears, and nothing on my wrists.
At first Ye Xiaomei didn't understand why she didn't wear any jewelry on her hands. She was not short of money. The memories of yesterday flooded into her mind. She was so careful when holding the child, probably because she was afraid of hurting the child.
She put on makeup to look younger.
"I know my daughter's illness is incurable, but I want you to treat her muteness."
Looking at Mrs. Xue sitting down gracefully, Ye Xiaomei felt as if she had eaten a fly.
It turns out that what she wants most is to cure her daughter's muteness! Phew...
"I have plenty of money. I took her abroad for polio treatment, but I want to hear my daughter call me mom."
Ye Xiaomei's heart softened after hearing her affectionate words.
"There are many types of muteness. Can you tell me roughly whether Nannan has been unable to speak or make any sound since she was a child?"
Ye Xiaomei decided that if she didn't understand something, she could consult Teacher Xie. The Military General Hospital was so big that it must have a lot of clinical experience.
Mrs. Xue waved her hands, and the servant standing nearby tactfully withdrew.
Only then did Mrs. Xue say:
"It's a long story. I was sixteen when I married Xue Wenhao..."
Ye Xiaomei listened carefully.
The general meaning is that she was pregnant three times, the first was a daughter, the second was a boy, and Nannan was the third.
Since the boy died in her womb, she didn't want to have any more children, so she let Xue Wenhao, who felt that he couldn't give birth to a son, have affairs with other women.
He raised all those who could give birth to sons.
At that time, Mrs. Xue wanted to divorce because she couldn't stand her husband's lust. At first, she was jealous of her being the legal wife, but later she didn't care anymore and just brought one woman after another home.
But divorce was not easy in that era.
"You were married too. When I was pregnant with my daughter, I begged him to come back and spend the night with me. I haven't seen Xue Wenhao for more than a year."
Mrs. Xue said this with a self-deprecating smile on her lips. Suddenly, her eyes changed:
"You know, no matter if it's the women Xue Wenhao has outside or me, the children he has will not live past the age of twelve, and they all have bone diseases and can't speak."
Ye Xiaomei picked up a piece of fried dough stick soaked in soy milk with chopsticks, and it fell back into the bowl with a plop.
Is this so weird? If I remember correctly, paralysis is not hereditary, and muteness is not a contagious disease. It's very strange.
"You are shocked too." Mrs. Xue smiled. "He has done so many evil things. I told him that this is retribution."
"Guess what?" Mrs. Xue smiled softly, covering her mouth. "He knew that I would get half of the family property if we divorced, so he kicked me out and said I was a disaster."
Ye Xiaomei's mouth twitched when she heard this: "This... is superstition, there is no such thing as a disaster star."
Mrs. Xue stood up and walked slowly to the shelf in the living room, picked up a bottle of red wine and poured a glass.
As she sat down, she said with a look of triumph on her face:
"What's even more interesting is that the women he played with later didn't have any children, but two, and they weren't his own children, haha."
After saying that, Mrs. Xue raised her head and drank up the red wine in the goblet.
Ye Xiaomei frowned when she saw this. Drinking in the early morning, how depressing it must be.
Putting down the goblet, Mrs. Xue blushed a little and said with a smile:
"He had no other choice but to bring a pregnant woman back from the countryside. The son born was white and fat."
Ye Xiaomei's pupils shrank. She didn't know if her guess was right. It couldn't be Ye Xiaolin's son Dahai.
When Ye Xiaomei was confused, Mrs. Xue said mysteriously:
"There was another one, a woman who had gone to the sea and was pregnant with someone else's child. Now she was asked to go back."
Gulp, Ye Xiaomei swallowed a mouthful of saliva. Could it be that this person was talking about Ah Zhi?
Ye Xiaomei had heard of melodramatic stories, but she had never imagined it would be so coincidental.
"Haha, he would rather raise someone else's son than save his own daughter. This is retribution. Xue Wenhao is destined to have no descendants for the rest of his life."
Mrs. Xue raised her head and drank another glass of red wine. Ye Xiaomei saw tears in the corners of her eyes.
Seeing her almost crazy look, Ye Xiaomei felt both sympathy and pity for her.
"His women can't even pull a truck full of stuff, but they've never given birth to a normal child who can live past the age of twelve. Do you think this is retribution?"
Mrs. Xue looked at Ye Xiaomei, waiting for her to agree with her.
"Yeah." Seeing that her eyes were a little distracted, Ye Xiaomei simply went along with her.
Mrs. Xue poured another glass of wine and said with a smile:
"I really don't understand how a man can want a son to such an extent? He likes to have sex with pregnant women, as if by doing so, the baby in the belly will become his."
"..." Ye Xiaomei had nothing to say, but some details did terrify her when she thought about them.
When she first met Xue Wenhao, she was pregnant. He looked at her with a particularly gentle look, which was filled with humility and pampering.
Ye Xiaomei shuddered. Fortunately, Ma Qijun was there at the time.
Seeing Mrs. Xue drink another cup, Ye Xiaomei immediately changed the subject:
"Mrs. Xue, our daughter's inability to speak is easy to cure. How about I contact the Military General Hospital and let you know, and then you can bring our daughter over for a preliminary diagnosis?"
Actually, Ye Xiaomei's classes started today, so she didn't have that much time to see patients in person.
Sure enough, Mrs. Xue was brought back to reality. She looked slightly tipsy, her eyes half-closed, and she nodded with her hand on her forehead:
"Okay, as long as my daughter can speak, even if she just calls me mom, I will be satisfied."
"Okay, I'll call the Military General Hospital right away." Ye Xiaomei returned to reality but was still worried about being detained. What if she couldn't escape?
After making the phone call, Mrs. Xue did not show any alert expression at all.
Ye Xiaomei was also quite emotional. As a mother, it was too late to undo what had happened just because someone cried out in a dream. How much expectations must this have on her child?
Yes, both of her children are gone.
Ye Xiaomei felt that she was not as bad as she had initially imagined.
The result of the phone call was that I could be admitted to the hospital tomorrow for examination and then stay in the hospital for observation.
Mrs. Xue was very happy.
Ye Xiaomei also left here safely.
But the moment the door was closed, Mrs. Xue suddenly pulled the servant over, completely losing her usual cold demeanor:
"Sister Zhang, did you notice the back of that girl's hand?"
The servant looked doubtful and shook his head.
"It's the scar on the back of my hand, on my thumb. It's a burn." Mrs. Xue excitedly grabbed the hand of the housekeeper, eager to see that Aunt Zhang had the same idea:
"You watched her grow up. Do you remember? She was the one who went into the kitchen and was boiled when she was eight years old? You remember that."
Aunt Zhang frowned. She certainly remembered that when her wife's eldest daughter died, she cried so hard that her aunt Xue Wenhao never comforted her.
"I remember my wife, I do."
Mrs. Xue calmed down: "Ye Xiaomei also has it on her hand, although it's not very obvious, but it's in the same position as our baby." Her eldest daughter is named Baobao.
Aunt Zhang's expression became more worried, but her eyes were filled with pity:
"Madam, children love to mess around. It's normal for them to get bumped and bruised. Besides, just because they have the same burns doesn't mean they are babies."
Mrs. Xue's pupils shrank: "She called me mom, she called me mom, didn't you hear it?"
At that moment, fear and distance appeared in the servant's eyes.
Her wife's opinion was still normal, but it changed when she saw the burn under Ye Xiaomei's thumb.
Aunt Zhang thought that her wife was going crazy because she missed her children so much.
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