Seeing that things were not going well, Li Chunmiao, who was hiding nearby, immediately ran over and accused Zhou Shuixian, "Hey, Shuixian, Dabao is still your son, how could you treat him like this?"
The moment Zhou Shuixian saw Li Chunmiao, she knew that everything that had just happened was a test by the Wang family. If she hugged Wang Dabao and cried as soon as she saw him, the Wang family could use Wang Dabao to extract a lot of benefits from Zhou Shuixian.
However, seeing Zhou Shuixian's indifferent expression and even her physical actions, the Wang family realized that Zhou Shuixian didn't like Wang Dabao as much as they had hoped.
Li Chunmiao rushed out, intending to treat Zhou Shuixian with the same attitude she had shown her to her former mother-in-law, but Zhou Shuixian glared at her coldly: "What, do you want your whole family locked up again?"
Upon hearing this, Li Chunmiao's back was instantly soaked with cold sweat.
How could she forget that Zhou Shuixian is no longer the daughter-in-law she used to torment at the hands of the Wang family?
A few years ago, they even sent their whole family to jail.
Realizing the woman's ferocity, Li Chunmiao's arrogance vanished instantly.
He said to Zhou Shuixian, sounding rather unsure, "Shuixian, you can see for yourself that Dabao's cotton-padded jacket is covered in patches, unlike the two girls you took away who are dressed in gold and silver. Don't you feel sorry for them?"
"Tell me, you earn so much, isn't it all going to be left to Da Bao in the future? Can you bear to see him suffer?"
Zhou Shuixian couldn't stand Li Chunmiao's words any longer and interrupted directly: "I have a daughter and a family to rely on. What am I going to leave him?"
Before Li Chunmiao could even speak, Wang Dabao, having broken free from the older boy, yelled at Zhou Shuixian, "I'm your son! If you don't leave me, are you going to give me to those two worthless girls?"
Li Chunmiao tugged at her beloved grandson, a smile on her face, and said to Zhou Shuixian, "Shuixian, what mother doesn't love her son? I know you can't bear to leave Dabao..."
Feeling that every word the other person said was torture, Zhou Shuixian interrupted directly: "Old Lady Li, do you know why I didn't want this son when I divorced Wang Daniu, and why I haven't come back to see him all these years?"
"Why?"
Li Chunmiao had also wondered about this over the years: after all, she had never seen a mother as heartless as Zhou Shuixian.
With a slight smile at Li Chunmiao, Zhou Shuixian said with disgust in her eyes, "Because he looks like you. Every time I see him, it's like seeing you. So, I really can't like him!"
"What?"
Li Chunmiao never expected it would be for this reason: this was the very reason why she loved her eldest grandson the most!
However, seeing the intense disgust and hatred in Zhou Shuixian's eyes, Li Chunmiao knew that the other party was not lying.
I blurted out, "Am I that repulsive to you?"
"It's more than just disgust; if murder weren't illegal, I'd want to kill you too!"
Zhou Shuixian's eyes were full of coldness as she glared hatefully at the old woman in front of her.
Startled by Zhou Shuixian's gaze and seeing the Zhou family members surrounding her, Li Chunmiao, fearing she would be locked up again, quickly pulled Wang Dabao and the son Li Hui had brought along away.
As he walked, Wang Dabao muttered curses at Zhou Shuixian.
Hearing her six-year-old son's cursing, Zhou Shuixian calmed down a lot: Sure enough, the Wang family's son really had the Wang family's blood in his veins. He not only favored boys over girls in his bones, but also looked down on her as his mother. He wanted her money but also wanted to put on a high-handed attitude.
Actually, if Wang Dabao had come over crying and pleading with Zhou Shuixian, adopting a humble attitude, she might have softened and prepared to take her son back to the city.
However, Wang Dabao's attitude made Zhou Shuixian even more certain that her initial choice was correct.
She sighed silently to herself. At worst, she could buy her son an apartment in the city in a few years. That would be the only thing she, as his mother, could do for him.
Anyway, mothers always owe their children something.
"Sister, is that our little brother?"
Eight-year-old Zhou Wenxuan held Zhou Wenxin's hand and asked in a low voice, somewhat frightened.
Zhou Wenxin noticed that Zhou Shuixian's attention wasn't on the two sisters, so she replied softly, "No, our surname is Zhou, and his surname is Wang. We don't have a younger brother!"
Wang Dabao's attitude just now extinguished all of Zhou Wenxin's remaining hopes for her younger brother.
Seeing Wang Dabao's arrogant and domineering way of cursing at his mother and his two sisters, Zhou Wenxin instantly recalled her days in the Wang family.
She had already begun to have memories of those days when she was hungry, cold, and constantly beaten, which she buried deep in her heart.
But the moment she saw Wang Dabao and Li Chunmiao, it suddenly occurred to her: if her uncle and aunt hadn't led a group of people to take her, her mother, and her sister home from the Wang family that day, they might not have survived that winter...
Without that, we wouldn't have the happy life we have now.
The little boy secretly made up his mind: he must work hard to give his mother a good life, so that even without his son to support her, his mother would not be looked down upon by others...
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The surrounding walls are towering high, and in the middle are several three-story buildings made of red bricks.
To the left of the building is a two-story bungalow, but the house is surrounded by corrugated iron sheets, there are no windows on the walls, and the only iron gate is painted a somber black.
Pushing open the heavy iron door, there was another thick wooden door inside.
The wooden door opened, revealing a deep, dimly lit corridor.
Directly opposite the corridor are rooms made of steel, where a few people are currently imprisoned.
On the second floor, in a room filled with various precision instruments, Zhao Xiuyun was tied to the bed in the very center, with various wires attached to her head and tubes inserted into her body.
The room had no windows, only overhead lighting.
After a burst of electric shock, the researchers shook their heads in disappointment and walked out of the laboratory one after another.
The lab assistant woke up Zhao Xiuyun, who was still unconscious on the bed, and helped the still dazed woman stumble downstairs, opened one of the small rooms, and locked her inside.
The small room was like a closed iron box, trapping Zhao Xiuyun for five years.
The experiment wasn't entirely useless; at least, it made her memories of her past life even more vivid...
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