Chapter 120 Zhou Yue is released from prison, Zhou Mu is severely beaten.
Has it been 6 years already?
Zhou silently did the math in her mind. Yes, Zhou Yue went to prison when she was 8 years old, and she is already 14 years old this year.
She hesitated for a long time, trying to call out "Mom," but she couldn't say it at all. Instead, when she thought of the word "Mom," Yan Songyu's face appeared in her mind.
Over the years, Yan Songyu has been very good to her. Every year on her birthday, Feifei would take her to the Yan family home to celebrate. She would also take Feifei with her when she cared for her. The Yan family really gave her the feeling of home she had always dreamed of. So no matter how much she reminded herself, she gradually fell in love.
"What? Now that you have Yan Songyu, this glamorous godmother who can give you a wonderful life, you don't want to acknowledge me, your biological mother who has been to prison?"
Zhou Mu said, "No, Aunt Yan is not my godmother, and I didn't mean to disown you. I was just surprised."
"I'm so grateful that you still remember me."
Zhou Yue sat casually at the table, looking at the completely renovated house, which was very different from 6 years ago. The tattered curtain that used to cover the small bed in the middle of the living room had been replaced with a thin wooden board.
"I'm hungry, go cook," Zhou Yue instructed.
Zhou Mu put her schoolbag down, picked up the groceries, and went to the kitchen. Her relaxed mood vanished, and Zhou Mu, preoccupied, prepared three dishes and a soup: braised fish, shredded pork with green peppers, stir-fried vegetables, and loofah and egg soup. These were originally dishes for two days over the weekend, but now she made them all in one meal.
When she brought out the food, she saw that her schoolbag was overturned, and her books, homework, and pens were scattered all over the floor.
After setting out the food, Zhou Mu went to pack her schoolbag. As she picked things up, she was relieved that she wouldn't bring the money back, otherwise it would definitely be gone again.
Yes, Zhou Mu just received her scholarship today, and she only came back after putting it in the music room.
Zhou Yue didn't wait for her and started eating on her own.
The meal was unusually quiet. Zhou Mu had a feeling that this was the calm before the storm. She glanced at Zhou Yue, who was wolfing down her food, and felt that she had become even more strange and dangerous.
After finishing her meal, Zhou Mu went to organize her homework. The teacher had given her a set of competition questions, which she was supposed to finish today. Normally, this wouldn't have been a problem, but with Zhou Yue involved, Zhou Mu was no longer sure.
Zhou Yue threw the bowl on the table, making quite a noise. When Zhou Mu looked over, she let out a burp and was picking her teeth with a toothpick.
Knowing that Zhou Yue couldn't do housework, Zhou Mu sighed inwardly and went over to tidy up the table. But just as she was about to take the bowl in front of Zhou Yue, Zhou Yue smashed the bowl on her head.
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Zhou Mu covered his broken forehead, tears and blood streaming down his face.
She clenched her left fist, which was hanging by her side, and said in a deep voice, "Why did you hit me?"
Zhou Yue laughed, stood up and kicked over the stool behind her. "Having someone back you up makes all the difference, huh? You even dare to question me. I'm your mother, if I hit you, you'll take it!"
As soon as she finished speaking, she raised her hand and poured the remaining loofah and egg soup over Zhou Mu's head. The soup poured over her head, and Zhou Mu couldn't help but close her eyes, but the pain on her head became even more intense. The ceramic soup bowl shattered on her head, showing how much force Zhou Yue had used.
Zhou Mu stumbled and fell to the ground. She felt as if her mind had stopped working for the past few seconds.
As soon as she regained consciousness, Zhou Yue's fists and feet rained down on her, "I'll teach you to talk back."
"I'll make you recognize a thief as your mother."
"I'll teach you to be ungrateful and greedy for wealth and glory."
"I'll make you wag your tail and beg for mercy at the Yan family."
"I'll make you unable to see your own identity."
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"I didn't!" Zhou Mu covered his head, curled up into a ball to protect his soft parts from injury, and couldn't help but retort: "You were in there for 6 years, and I was bullied because of you. I finally made it through, and you hit me as soon as you got out! Were you too full at that meal just now? I didn't do anything wrong, but you've become more and more dark and perverted."
She actually wanted to fight back. She had studied Sanda and combat sports with Feifei for four years and had already achieved some success. However, the education she received from her parents and children, as well as the moral values of filial piety, made her unable to take any action to resist.
Just as she kept convincing herself and reminding herself not to succumb to the warm suggestion of the Yan family—no matter what, Zhou Yue was her mother, and she gave her life.
Provoked by Zhou Mu's words, Zhou Yue hit harder. She paced around the room a couple of times in a hurry, her eyes landing on the wooden stick behind the door. It was as thick as an adult woman's arm, and Zhou Mu had specially gotten it for self-defense.
As Zhou Yue approached her carrying a wooden stick, Zhou Mu struggled to stand up and confront her, glancing at the door out of the corner of her eye, trying to escape.
"If you hit me again, I'll fight back! I definitely will!" Zhou Mu shouted.
"Fight back? I'd like to see how much of a rebellious streak you've developed these past few years, that you'd even hit your own mother." The stick Zhou Yue was dragging made a scraping sound on the ground, making the atmosphere even more tense.
Zhou Mu went around behind the table, and Zhou Yue smashed the bowls and plates on the table with a stick. The crisp sound of breaking porcelain made Zhou Mu shrink back. The injury on her head made her feel dizzy, which was very disadvantageous for her.
She shook her head, still reeling from the dizziness, when Zhou Yue overturned the table. She took a few steps back, slipped on a loofah on the ground, and thus dodged a blow from Zhou Yue's club.
But she didn't have time to dodge the next blow, "Ah!"
Zhou Mu felt a sharp pain in his left arm and then lost consciousness. Two seconds later, the pain returned in double the intensity.
She really wanted to question Zhou Yue about why she harbored such malice towards her; she genuinely wished Zhou Yue dead!
"Aren't you still going to fight back? Go ahead and fight back!"
"Get up and hit me!"
"Haven't you become more capable?"
With each word and each blow, Zhou Mu was in so much pain that she lost her speech, but her mind remained unusually clear. She saw the stool within reach, and with a burst of pent-up strength, she grabbed the stool and smashed it down on Zhou Yue's leg.
She probably really didn't expect Zhou Mu to dare to fight back. After being swept across the leg by the stool, she fell solidly to the ground, and the pain made half of her body numb. Zhou Mu took this opportunity to get up and run away.
Seeing that Zhou Mu had already run to the gate, Zhou Yue ignored the pain, grabbed a wooden stick, and threw it at Zhou Mu.
"stop!"
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