Son.
Zhang's mother had a cold expression, and there was no sympathy in her eyes, only disgust towards her.
"It's no wonder Shaoxing hit you. Look at what you look like now. What do you look like?"
"Why don't you learn from your sister?"
"Shaoxing is right. If our Zhang family had married your sister, our life wouldn't be so difficult."
The news that Song Qingdai had transformed into a wealthy girl had already spread throughout Hongxing Town.
Who wouldn’t be envious?
I dreamed of having a wealthy relative come to claim me and say that I was their lost child.
From then on, he lived a life of fine clothes and delicious food.
However, dreams are just dreams after all. People cannot live in dreams all their lives. It is better to face reality.
"Mom..." Song Mingshan spoke tremblingly, but this caused Zhang's mother to dislike her.
"Don't call me mom, it's unlucky!"
Song Mingshan bit her lip, feeling cold all over. She was almost losing consciousness from the cold.
Mother Zhang straightened her clothes.
He looked down at her with a haughty expression and said to her: "This is how you should be as a woman. Don't cry just because a man hits you."
"As a woman, you have to bear the anger of men. It's very tiring for men to be out there."
"Now that the textile factory has been shut down, he's under a lot of pressure. He has parents and children to take care of, and he has to support you, a freeloader. It's normal for him to hit you sometimes. Just bear with it. He'll feel better after he hits you. Besides, how many women in this world don't get beaten by their men?"
"Isn't that how all women come here?"
Song Mingshan was so exhausted that she didn't hear clearly what Zhang's mother said afterwards. She could only see her mouth opening and closing.
The expression on his face was one of indescribable disgust, contempt and disdain.
There is even a hint of regret.
Perhaps he regretted not being able to let Zhang Shaoxing marry Song Qingdai, but let Song Qingdai marry into the Gao family.
I lost a good daughter-in-law and a lucky star in vain.
The name she heard most often from Zhang's mother was Song Qingdai.
Song Qingdai Song Qingdai!
Why do they only know Song Qingdai!
What's so good about her, Song Qingdai? How is she inferior to Song Qingdai, that they would torture and humiliate her like this?
Song Mingshan stared at Zhang's mother's back as she went upstairs.
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