Tang Yaoyao's heart seemed to skip a beat. She ran forward quickly and hugged him, crying, "Daddy!"
Tang Shengze leaned heavily against her, slowly trying to ease his dizziness. Tears streamed down his face. He opened his mouth, but couldn't speak. He only felt a sharp, unbearable pain in his heart...
His daughter.
Tang Yaoyao also cried: "Dad..."
But she couldn't utter a single word of comfort. If it weren't for her father himself, how could he understand such excruciating pain?
How can outsiders offer comfort?
Lin Hui was also frightened by his pale and lifeless appearance. After so many years of marriage, there must have been some affection between them.
She knelt down and walked over, comforting him, "Husband, Shengze, don't scare me, don't scare me... Ah!"
Before he could finish speaking, he kicked him away, his eyes filled with murderous intent.
"In order to make Yaoyao's biological parents believe that my daughter is their lost child, Meng Qingyue set a fire and burned her to a crisp when she was so small."
She was already pitiful enough, having been killed and abandoned by her mother.
His body was mutilated again by that madwoman Meng Qingyue.
What sins did Tang Shengze commit in his past life that made him marry Lin Hui in this life and have to pay for it with his life?
Lin Hui froze upon thinking about this, and burst into tears: "I'm sorry... I never thought she would be so cruel."
The chill in Tang Yaoyao's fox-like eyes grew stronger as she spoke, each word distinct: "You are the cruel one. As her closest person, her mother, you are willing to leave her alone at home. What's the difference between that and abandonment?"
Lin Hui opened her mouth; she knew she had let that child down.
However, the child was already dead, she was still alive, and Jiaojiao was still young, so she had no choice but to keep it a secret.
Even if you speak out, it won't help; it will only tear the family apart.
"It wasn't me, it wasn't me, it was her. She clearly promised me that she would give my daughter a proper burial."
Tang Yaoyao coldly questioned, "If you don't even want your mother anymore, how can others treat you kindly?"
Lin Hui was speechless after hearing her words.
Finally, Tang Shengze spoke: "You refuse to admit your mistakes and push all the blame onto others. Lin Hui, in fact, when you first abused Yao Yao, you had already admitted in your heart that you were wrong."
Lin Hui's face stiffened, and she slumped to the ground like a deflated balloon.
"yes……"
Xiao Jinhan squinted at her, his fingers tightening slightly, emanating a chilling aura.
Having had all her pretense torn away, Lin Hui no longer possessed her former arrogance.
With a trembling voice, she said, "Every time I see Tang Yaoyao, I think of my daughter's cold body and the mistakes I made. Tang Yaoyao is like a knife piercing my heart. When she looks at me with her bright eyes, it's as if she's telling me that I'm a murderer, constantly reminding me of all the unbearable things that happened that year."
So she kept abusing her and secretly drugged her, all in order to kill her.
As long as she dies, the secret from back then will never be exposed.
Tang Yaoyao sneered: "You drugged me so you could bury everything that happened in the past, right? But heaven has eyes, I didn't die, and I even found my family and learned about your evil deeds."
Tang Shengze suddenly narrowed his eyes, his gaze turning bloodshot with coldness: "Using divorce as punishment is too lenient on you."
Upon hearing this, Lin Hui swallowed hard, looking at him in horror: "What do you want to do?"
Xiao Jinhan smiled faintly: "Uncle."
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