It was impossible for Song Xia to close the door and go to Qin Jiawei. Her original purpose was simply to tell Aunt Zhou about her grievances as a stepmother, to spread rumors about Qin Jiawei's bad behavior, and to expose the nonsense spread by Sun Xiurong and the others.
Do you really expect her to continue raising Qin Jiawei with such selfless dedication for the rest of her life? Absolutely not!
In her past life, "she" was too foolish. For the sake of the empty title of stepmother, she was dragged into it for most of her life, giving away all her heart and soul, only to get nothing in return and even let down the people who truly needed her to love and care for them.
Rumors are the most hurtful. Sun Xiurong loves to use this to slander her, so she will fight back and see who is right.
She opened the wardrobe, looked at the few clothes inside, and then looked at Qin Jiawei's wardrobe, which was almost entirely made of brand-name goods. She immediately folded and packed up the clothes that still had the tags on. Qin Jiawei didn't deserve to wear the clothes she bought.
In addition, she also packed up all the meats, seafood, and dried goods that she had prepared for Qin Jiawei at home, and then took them out the door.
She now lives in an old neighborhood. Because it is located in the city center, there is a shopping mall right outside her door. So she went to the mall again and used her remaining money to buy some clothes and shoes for little girls, as well as a trendy backpack.
I took the subway to another district, which was also full of old residential buildings. It couldn't compare to the hustle and bustle of the city center, but it had the advantage of a quiet environment.
The residents who haven't moved out yet are all old neighbors, and when they saw her return with large bags and small packages, they all looked at her with surprise.
"Is this Song Shunguo's daughter?"
"It was her who married that kind of person, what a tragedy!"
"But Ye Tingting is a well-behaved and obedient little girl, what a pity."
"She hasn't come back since she remarried, and she doesn't care about her daughter at all. Why is she back today?"
Despite their conversation, as she approached, the two elderly women still feigned concern and asked, "Song Xia, why did you decide to come back today?"
Song Xia looked relaxed, showing no sign of embarrassment. Instead, she answered generously and calmly, "I was busy with Qin Zhenwu's funeral before, so I came back to visit now that I have some free time. Aunt Zhong, Granny Liu, you two chat, I'll go upstairs first."
"Hey, your mom should be home!"
The two laughed and responded, then began to discuss, "I heard that the husband she married recently died?"
"Where did you hear this news? How come I didn't know about it?"
“One of my cousins lives in that area. She even went to the funeral. Tsk, she’s just unlucky. Her first husband abused her and got into trouble, so he went to jail. She married her second husband, and less than two years later, he…”
"If you ask me, after suffering such a huge loss the first time you married, why would you marry a second time? Wouldn't it be better to raise this daughter properly? Instead, you're giving Mr. and Mrs. Song such a heavy burden."
"After all, he was treated like that before, how could he not harbor some resentment towards Ye Tingting?"
"That's Ye Maojin doing something inhumane. What does it have to do with the child? After all, he's his own son."
"I guess they can't get over this in their hearts. It can only be said that both mother and daughter are unfortunate people."
As Song Xia listened to the discussions, her guilt towards her biological daughter and parents deepened. Because she hated Ye Maojin, she also harbored resentment towards her daughter Ye Tingting. But what did the evil deeds Ye Maojin committed have to do with Tingting?
Moreover, because Tingting is a girl, after Ye Maojin went in, the Ye family didn't even give Tingting a second glance, and could only place the burden of raising Tingting on her parents.
Thinking back to her past self, she really was a scoundrel, neglecting her own daughter and letting her parents suffer while she went to work like a slave for someone else's son.
The house was on the third floor, and a "福" (good fortune) character written in calligraphy was pasted on the front door. The calligraphy was somewhat immature, and it was obvious that it was written by a novice. Thinking of her daughter's talent in her previous life, a tidal wave of guilt swept over Song Xia once again.
"Knock knock knock..."
Who is it?
"Mom, it's me."
The old house wasn't well soundproofed, and Song Xia clearly heard the footsteps inside the house become more hurried after she answered.
But when she opened the door, her mother greeted her with an extremely cold attitude: "What are you doing back here?"
Seemingly feeling that one sentence wasn't enough, he added with a cold snort: "So you know how to come back?"
"Mom!" Song Xia looked at her hesitantly, "I just came back to see you. Let me in first. It would be bad if the neighbors saw us."
"Hmph!" Hua Ling turned her back to her, but left the door open. "Change your shoes. I just finished cleaning."
Song Xia opened the shoe cabinet and saw that all her old shoes were neatly and cleanly arranged. Her eyes reddened slightly. Even though these shoes were all out of season, they hadn't thrown away a single pair. Her parents didn't say it, and they often scolded her on the phone for not being a good mother, but in their hearts they still loved their only daughter very much.
Opening the other side of the shoe cabinet, I found that the shoes of my parents and Tingting combined only took up half of the cabinet. My parents' shoes, in particular, were almost all peeling, which showed how frugal they were.
I guess we can't afford not to be frugal. Mom's health isn't good; she takes medication all year round. The two of them only have Dad's retirement pension, which not only has to support the three of them but also pay for Mom's medication and Tingting's schooling. She's so useless; she's so irresponsible.
Song Xia took a deep breath and cleared her throat: "Mom, where's Dad?"
“Your dad went to work. He recently found a job as a gatekeeper at a factory, so he won’t be back until later.”
Factory gatekeeper?
Song Xia's expression changed. She knew the nearby factories. They wouldn't hire two people for a gatekeeper job. Even if they did, given the factories' habit of requiring overtime every day, the daily working hours would probably be quite long.
Seemingly afraid that she would worry, Hua Ling added, "It was introduced by an acquaintance. The factory gave them face and didn't assign your father much work."
"Mom, it's my fault, I'm sorry."
"Why should I tell you all this?" Hua Ling seemed to recall the strained relationship of the past two years and stopped talking.
Song Xia went into the kitchen and put away the meat, seafood and dried goods: "Mom, don't freeze these things for too long, don't be reluctant to eat them, I'll send some more over in a few days."
Others may not know what kind of life she has been living these past two years, but Hua Ling, as her mother, does. Her expression changed: "Why did you take back so many things? Tell your mother the truth."
"It's nothing," Song Xia said calmly. "I just suddenly realized some things, and I want to take good care of you and Dad, and treat Tingting well."
Hua Ling stared at her intently: "What grievances did you suffer over there?"
"I'm not upset, I just suddenly realized something. Mom, I'm not lying to you, don't worry about me."
“Who’s worried about you? I’m just heartbroken for Tingting.” Hua Ling paused for a moment. “I hope you’ve really thought it through. I hope you really want to make it up to Tingting.”
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