Luo Shuyu clenched his small fists tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force, his nails digging deep into his palms, leaving behind shocking crescent-shaped bloodstains.
But he felt no pain at all; his heart and mind were filled only with hatred for that evil man.
Luo Yuru's eyes were also red-rimmed, and her usually bright and lively eyes were now burning with raging anger.
She bit her lower lip tightly, leaving a row of deep teeth marks, as if only in this way could she suppress her inner resentment.
Their heartache for their mother surged like a tidal wave within them.
At the same time, the curses against that wretched old woman poured out like a flood.
At this moment, only one incredibly strong thought remained in their minds: to rush into the light curtain at all costs and do everything in their power to stop the person who was committing evil.
Then they beat the old woman severely, only in this way could they quell the raging anger burning in their hearts, which was almost consuming them.
The images of their mother's grievances and suffering on the screen kept flashing through their minds.
Every scene was like a sharp blade, piercing their young and tender hearts, causing them unbearable pain.
Their eyes were filled with anxiety and heartache as they anxiously looked at their mother, who was bowing her head.
His eyes were filled with deep worry and longing, as if he wished he could transform into a bird and fly to his mother's side in an instant.
He used his tender body to build a warm and solid barrier for her, giving her a tight, loving hug.
He whispered in her ear, telling her not to be afraid, that they would always be there to protect her, no matter when or where.
However, the cruel reality was like a heavy shackle; their acupoints were sealed, and their bodies were as if tightly bound by invisible ropes, unable to move an inch.
The two children could only stand there helplessly, filled with powerlessness and anxiety.
Luo Shuyu's eyes gradually filled with tears, the glistening teardrops swirling in his eyes. He stubbornly tilted his head back, trying not to let the tears fall.
But the tears seemed to have a will of their own, gathering more and more in their eyes.
Luo Yuru finally couldn't hold back anymore. Large tears, like beads from a broken string, rolled down her cheeks and dripped onto the cold ground, splashing up tiny teardrops.
Their appearance was so pitiful that anyone who saw them couldn't help but feel sorry for them and wished they could immediately embrace them and offer comfort.
Feng Qingyun was completely unaware of the emotional fluctuations among the people in the room.
After a brief pause, he continued speaking slowly and with great emotion: "The nanny's daughter-in-law was filled with resistance from the moment she learned that she was to raise 'Wenruo'."
After all, what woman in this world would willingly expend so much effort to raise a child who has no blood relation to her?
This is something that would be difficult for anyone to accept.
At first, she might have been able to maintain a semblance of peace out of some respect for her husband and mother-in-law.
But as time went on, the inner resistance grew wildly like weeds, becoming increasingly intense.
She often sat alone by the bed in the dead of night, gazing at her sleeping husband, silently shedding tears, her heart filled with helplessness and resentment.
But in the end, she couldn't go against her beloved's wishes. Even though she was very unwilling, she could only grit her teeth and keep "Wen Ruo" with her, sighing repeatedly.
Later, fate took another turn, and she became pregnant again.
This news should have been a joyous occasion for the family, but for "Wen Ruo," it was like the beginning of a nightmare.
The family's resources were already limited, and the arrival of a new life made Wenruo's position in the family even more precarious.
The already scarce care and food are now mostly consumed by newborns.
Wenruo has to get up before dawn every day to help with housework and take care of the family. If she is not careful, she will be beaten and scolded by her nanny and daughter-in-law.
Her small body grew increasingly thin under the heavy labor and mental pressure, but even so, she could only endure it silently, daring not to utter the slightest complaint.
Time flies, and "Wenruo" is like a wild grass that grows tenaciously despite being unattended, growing day by day in a difficult environment.
But as she grew taller, her features became more defined.
A terrifying situation arose—"Wen Ruo" looked more and more like the real young lady of the Wen family, almost as if they were made from the same mold.
The old woman's heart immediately raced like a rabbit's, she was extremely flustered.
She knew that once this secret was leaked, all her carefully planned schemes would be in vain, and she might even face annihilation.
Thus, when Wen Ruo was not yet 14 years old, an age when she should have been innocent, carefree, and carefree,
She was hastily married off by her nanny, as if she were dealing with a hot potato.
This "Wen Ruo" has always lived in the countryside, where the environment is completely different from the bustling Wen Mansion.
He had never even seen elegant things like playing the zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting; all he faced every day was heavy farm work.
Years of hard work had left her skin and bones, frail and weak.
Even more tragically, because of this hasty marriage, she never even met her husband's family, let alone got to know them.
She was hastily married off by those heartless people in her family, as if they were giving her an insignificant gift.
At that time, Wen Ruo was ignorant and did not understand that this practice was actually a serious violation of the law.
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