Chapter 70: When trapped in the mud, one yearns for purity for the rest of one's life.
Yueyuan Garden, Beijing.
"Second Young Master, please spare me."
A middle-aged woman dressed simply as a maid knelt on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly.
"Second Young Master, everything I did was at the behest of the First Madam. I have never intended to harm her."
"Those videos that provoked the second wife were also secretly released by the first wife at my request."
"I didn't want to... I didn't want to treat the Second Madam like this..."
“But if I don’t do this, my granddaughter will be taken away from kindergarten by the First Madam.”
She dared not gamble with her granddaughter's life.
She worked at Yueyuan for eleven years; she was personally arranged to join Yueyuan by General Manager Fang.
Mr. Fang trusts her.
She is honest and hardworking, and she is also efficient and meticulous in her work.
The second wife preferred quiet and disliked the crowds at Yue Garden.
She was responsible for the second wife's daily life for eleven years.
The middle-aged woman banged her head and scraped it, but the man sitting on the sofa didn't even lift his eyelids.
The maid collapsed to the ground, knowing that this time, she was about to die.
For the past three years, she has been extremely careful every time.
There wasn't a single day without fear and anxiety.
This morning, before Luo Shuixin got out of bed, she turned on the TV in her room.
As usual, the television was showing videos of women being violated or humiliated by men.
When the second wife wakes up, the video will trigger memories of her past being violated. All she needs to do is turn off the video, unplug the USB drive, and hide it within three minutes of the second wife waking up.
The second wife locked herself in her room for the entire day after that.
She only needs to release this video once every few months.
All of this will be done without anyone noticing.
But she didn't expect that the second young master would suddenly come to Yueyuan at this time.
I witnessed this scene.
The servant knelt down at Fang Qizhou's feet, "Second Young Master, in the past three years, the First Madam has never stepped into Yueyuan on the surface, but in reality, she comes to see the Second Madam every week."
The second wife lost her memory seven years ago and mistook the eldest son for her own son.
From then on, the second young master was ignored every time he came to Yueyuan.
Amnesia made the already strained relationship between the mother and son even colder.
Because of her amnesia, the second wife's health gradually improved.
Although I still paint day and night, I occasionally go to art exhibitions with Mr. Fang.
When Mr. Fang wasn't away on business trips, he would come to Yueyuan every night to keep his second wife company.
She could sense that the second wife was much happier.
Everything is getting better.
Until three years ago, the second wife's depression relapsed.
Fang Qizhou leaned lazily against the sofa, his long legs crossed. He fiddled with his phone, his eyes glancing at the middle-aged woman.
"Aunt Chen, have some water to soothe your throat."
Aunt Chen's forehead was pressed against the cold floor, and she was shivering all over.
Fang Qizhou put down his phone, his tone casual, "What does Leng Qiyi do every time she comes over?"
Aunt Chen didn't dare to look up and truthfully replied, "Chatting. Every time the First Madam comes over, she only chats with the Second Madam."
"I don't know what the chat content is, but the First Madam always tells me to leave."
Fang Qizhou pulled up Aunt Chen, who was kneeling on the ground.
Aunt Chen's blood seemed to freeze, and she shivered as she looked into the boy's lazy, dark eyes.
Fang Qizhou raised his hand to the bodyguard standing behind him, pointing to the closed door at three o'clock.
Bag after bag of snakes were thrown into the room.
Fang Qizhou casually stood up. "Aunt Chen, do you want to go in by yourself, or should I have someone take you in?"
Aunt Chen closed her eyes in despair, leaving a pale yellow stain on the floor.
Fang Qizhou ignored the terrified screams coming from the room.
"Second Young Master, Madam has woken up."
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In the room, Luo Shuixin stared at the painting in her hand, a smile playing on her lips.
The curtains were pulled back, and the blinding sunlight made her instinctively raise her hand to shield her eyes.
The woman's jet-black hair cascaded over her shoulders like satin, and her snow-white long dress accentuated her graceful and ethereal figure. Her features were exquisitely beautiful, and her eyes were as deep and mysterious as the ocean. Her face, deprived of sunlight for a long time, had porcelain-white skin that gave her a slightly sickly beauty.
She picked up her paintbrush again and continued painting.
Fang Qizhou looked at Luo Shuixin, who was engrossed in her own world on the bed, his dark eyes devoid of warmth, "A new nanny will come to take care of you."
After saying this, he stepped out of the room.
After the boy left, Luo Shuixin's paintbrush landed on the bed with a "thud".
She got out of bed and almost hastily drew the heavy blackout curtains shut.
The light was completely cut off, and the room sank back into a reassuring dimness.
Luo Shuixin leaned against the cold wall and slowly slid down. The light in her eyes went out, leaving only a deep, deathly silence and unfathomable pain. That boy… just looking at him filled her with a physical aversion.
Clearly, she didn't know him at all.
My gaze fell, and a smear of paint accidentally spilled on the hem of her skirt caught my eye—
That murky color was like a switch.
"So dirty..."
She stood up abruptly, practically rushed into the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and a stream of icy water poured down.
Luo Shuixin scrubbed the hem of her skirt vigorously, rubbing her fingers over and over again. Her skin turned red from the scrubbing, but she still felt that filth was like a bone-deep infection.
"So dirty..."
Countless nights, the nightmare that had haunted her returned. In her dream, she was four months pregnant, yet she was being dragged by an invisible hand into boundless darkness and hell.
What about her child? Is that child still alive?
An almost eerie smile crept onto Luo Shuixin's lips.
Her child is alive, of course. Not only alive, but also exceptionally well-educated—he can play the piano, paint, and excels in his studies.
But she was sick, very sick, and couldn't see him often.
The sound of water stopped abruptly.
Her wet hands gripped the equally soaked hem of her skirt tightly, and she raised her eyes with trembling hands.
The young man before me was tall and slender. He wore a crisp white shirt and trousers, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses perched on his nose, exuding an air of aloofness and nobility.
"Ah Bai!" Luo Shuixin suddenly grabbed the boy's hand.
Her voice was filled with the ecstatic joy of having found her again, "You've finally come to see Mom! Mom missed you so much..."
Fang Qizhou let her hold on, then pulled her up with his other hand. A cold smile played on his lips, his voice devoid of emotion: "You're already clean, go change your clothes."
Luo Shuixin nodded obediently, her face beaming with satisfaction.
Fang Qizhou stared at her turning back, a mocking glint in his eyes, unsure whether he was mocking this delirious woman or himself.
Luo Shuixin came out after changing her clothes, her tone tinged with dependence: "Abai, Mommy's hungry."
Fang Qizhou leaned against the wall, and upon hearing this, he coldly raised his eyelids, "I cooked you some glutinous rice balls."
In the white porcelain bowl, the round glutinous rice balls are steaming with sweet aroma.
Luo Shuixin held the bowl, staring intently at the boy sitting on the piano bench.
She listened intently, her eyes fixed on him.
Her Ah Bai plays so beautifully.
Fang Zeheng, who rushed over, couldn't help but tear up when he saw this scene of "motherly love and filial piety" at the door.
This was the first time he had seen such a peaceful scene since he found the mother and child.
Luo Shuixin scooped up a glutinous rice ball and held it to Fang Zeheng's lips with a smile.
The person she loved deeply returned to her side.
Fang Zeheng cherished this hard-won warmth. His heart was filled with both bittersweet emotions.
I even wish time could stop at this moment.
The piano music stopped abruptly.
Fang Qizhou impatiently unbuttoned his collar, his dark eyes filled with cold weariness and impatience as he looked at Fang Zeheng.
Fang Zeheng sighed inwardly, took his lover's hand and gently suggested, "Shuixin, shall we go for a walk? Let Xiaozhou rest for a while."
Luo Shuixin immediately shook her head and stubbornly corrected, "Our son's name is Fang Qibai, you've got it wrong."
"The white of pure white".
Fang Zeheng agreed with his lover, "Yes, yes, I remembered wrong."
Fang Qizhou sat on the piano bench, his dark eyes mocking.
Once trapped in the mud, one will yearn for purity for the rest of one's life.
Fang Qizhou had little affection for his mother.
Luo Shuixin disliked him from birth.
After giving birth to him, Luo Shuixin took on many jobs to make a living.
He was often left in rented rooms in urban villages.
When they're hungry, they rummage through the trash for food; when they're thirsty, they drink tap water.
Luo Shuixin is in poor health and suffers from depression, so she can't hold down any job for long.
Every time I came back from work and saw him dirty and looking like a little homeless man, I felt disgusted and repulsed.
When he was five years old, he rummaged through a trash can for food, got an upset stomach, and developed a persistent high fever.
When I woke up, there was a bowl of cold sesame-filled glutinous rice balls on the floor.
Fang Qizhou briefly experienced maternal love.
Life gradually improved when he was five years old.
They moved away from the urban village.
Luo Shuixin had the money to see a psychologist and treat her illness.
They discovered he had a problem with his sense of taste and had the money to take him to the hospital for a checkup.
He started attending kindergarten and various extracurricular classes.
My aunt always picks me up and drops me off.
Luo Shuixin herself only appears once a week, staying for half an hour as a routine matter.
This detached yet structured life continued until he was eight years old.
It wasn't until Fang Zeheng found them and took them back to the Fang family home.
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