It ended with her mother sitting on the ground and cursing, and the neighbors around her pointed at Nan Sheng.
"It's not easy for your mother either. She raised you and your brother. You shouldn't quarrel with her."
"As expected, daughters are all money-losing goods. Sooner or later, they belong to someone else's family. Look at how they treat their own mother."
"Who says it's not true? Even though Nanjing is a jerk, you can see how happy he is when he coaxes his mother.
This person, who is not loved by his father and mother, has to look for the reasons in himself."
These inflammatory words are from a gossipy woman who enjoys watching the fun and making trouble.
Nan Sheng naturally confronted them head-on.
A hat of disrespect for elders was put on Nan Sheng's head.
This is in stark contrast to Xia Chanjuan, who treats her aunt better than her own mother.
The neighbors who came to watch the fun often compared the two of them in front of her mother.
As the good days passed, her mother forgot the years of imprisonment.
I also forgot what Nan Sheng had contributed to the family over the years.
He even forgot what his family members were doing when he was imprisoned. He forgot everything.
He turned around and treated Xia Chanjuan, who was so concerned about him, as his own daughter.
Instead, he treated Nan Sheng coldly, as if her nose was not a nose and her eyes were not eyes.
Nan Sheng, who was treated unfairly again, also rebelled.
I no longer care whether my mother loves me or not.
If you want to love each other, go ahead. She will only live for herself in the future.
When the work of the village bathhouse came to his house, her mother, who was used to a good life, naturally would not go, let alone Nanjing.
Nan Sheng also made a request, that if she could go, she had to be paid.
Although her mother was reluctant, she could not offend the village chief.
This dead girl was the only one who could work at home, so she had no choice but to give money to Nan Sheng.
He cursed every time, wondering why he didn't strangle her to death and let her stay until now to make him angry.
After hearing it so many times, Nan Sheng no longer cared.
You can say whatever you want, as long as I achieve my goal.
Her mother hasn't learned any skills in the past few years.
Her ability to curse is exactly what she learned from those gossipy women in the village.
Nan Sheng thought she would live like this, but she never expected that her mother wanted to marry her off.
Nan Sheng would be content if she married an ordinary farmer.
But her mother did not follow the usual path and wanted her son to learn gambling skills.
Under lobbying from all sides, Nan Sheng was married to an impoverished old gambler who was nearly forty years old.
Her mother was so careless that she told Nan Sheng directly, and Nan Sheng was so angry that she laughed.
Not only did you let your son learn gambling skills, but you also ruined my life.
And that old gambler, if he had the ability, how could he still be so poor?
Naturally, the mother and daughter had an unhappy argument, and her mother never mentioned the matter again.
Nan Sheng thought the matter was over until what happened last night.
While taking a bath, the sensitive Nan Sheng couldn't help but think.
What happened last night was too coincidental, and whether it was man-made remains to be seen.
Nan Sheng had to speculate whether her family members were involved.
On the way home, Nan Sheng kept thinking about what had happened before.
Now that the past events were replaying in her mind, Nan Sheng felt more and more that what happened in the bathhouse was probably done deliberately by someone.
I'll have to observe carefully when I get back.
The closer they got to home, the colder Nan Sheng's aura became.
Even Hibiscus noticed it.
At first, Nan Sheng said nothing, and Mu Jin thought she was just a talkative girl.
It wasn't until later that I felt the girl's aura had changed.
Mu Jin then looked at the girl beside him
"Nan Sheng, are you okay?"
Nan Sheng, who was on the verge of going berserk, was gently called back by Mu Jin.
"Ah, Shopkeeper Mu, I'm fine. Let's go. We're almost there. Thank you for your hard work."
He continued walking forward, but he didn't move.
When I looked back, I found that Mu Jin was holding me back.
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