Xie Wan'er was sent away, but not from the Xie family. She simply moved to another property, but her household registration remained with the Xie family.
Madam Xie wanted to live with them in the old house, but her husband couldn't leave, and she was a rather traditional woman. So she could only visit Xie Wan'er occasionally during her free time.
She truly loved the child; she hired two nannies and three maids—in short, she had to take good care of the child's daily life in every way. She couldn't tolerate any grievances from the child.
The only problem is that I can't go back to the Xie family's old house. I guess I'll only be able to come back during holidays and special occasions.
This situation made Madam Xie dislike Xie Qingqing even more. Every day when she saw Xie Qingqing at home, her eyes were filled with malice. It was Xie Qingqing, not Xie Wan'er, who wished she could be kicked out.
But this whole thing was Xie Wan'er's fault.
Using a self-inflicted injury to gain sympathy is acceptable if it only harms oneself. However, framing an innocent person is unacceptable; such actions only breed more disgust.
"Now that Wan'er has been kicked out, are you satisfied?" Madam Xie was still furious and roared at Xie Qingqing.
Her first impression of this child was bad; despite the blood relation, she just didn't feel any desire to love or cherish him. Her favorite was Xie Wan'er, the child who had been with her for ten years.
If she could, she would rather this matter never be exposed. Since it's already a mistake, what's wrong with continuing down the wrong path?
Xie Qingqing was scolded. She froze for a second, then stared at Madam Xie with her big eyes, as if trying to see through her face to her true appearance.
I've thought it through a long time ago, but why do I still feel heartache?
Clinging to that elusive maternal love?
Forget it.
"Xie Wan'er deserves all of this!" she said, speaking without any mercy. "She's a bad seed because her mother wasn't a good person, so she'll be a bad person too. And you, you're the accomplice who aided and abetted evil!"
“You are my mother, but not my mother. I am so glad that I did not grow up by your side, otherwise I would definitely have developed Xie Wan’er’s personality. Fortunately, I grew up without anyone to care for me and grew up wildly, so I did not turn out like Xie Wan’er.”
Xie Jingchen grew up by the old man's side. Although he was sometimes blind to reality, his values were quite sound; he was just a bit slow-witted at times. He was easily swayed by emotions, which is why he had opinions about his own younger sister.
However, Xie Wan'er grew up by Madam Xie's side. A child's personality is influenced by the surrounding environment. It is not surprising that someone as clueless as Madam Xie could raise a child with Xie Wan'er's personality.
Instead of reflecting on her own actions, Madam Xie felt that she had been taught a lesson by a junior, and in a fit of rage, she slapped him across the face.
She used all her strength, completely disregarding the fact that the person in front of her was just a ten-year-old child, treating him as if he were an enemy, and didn't hold back at all.
"Smack!"
The crisp, loud slap echoed in the large living room, and everything around fell silent.
Xie Qingqing felt a ringing in her ears, and the world went silent. This slap seemed to sever the mother-daughter bond between them, and she suddenly felt a sense of relief.
A little blood trickled from the corner of her mouth, and her ears were ringing. Although she didn't know what had happened, she still laughed.
"Since you're unwilling to treat me as your daughter, then from now on, I'll call you Auntie. From now on, your only daughter is Xie Wan'er, but as long as I'm alive, she will never be able to return to the old house!"
Madam Xie was initially a little guilty when she saw the blood spilling from the corner of her mouth, but after hearing these words, that little bit of guilt immediately disappeared without a trace.
"You dare! You little beast, you have no right to be in charge in this house!"
"If I'm a little beast, then what are you? A big beast?"
Xie Qingqing took out a tissue and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth. Her tinnitus seemed to be getting worse, and she could barely hear what the person on the other end was saying.
The old lady rushed over with a serious expression, looked her up and down, and finally decided to take her to the hospital.
"You'll regret this later!" That was the only thing the old lady left for Madam Xie before she left.
Then the group left in a panic and headed to the hospital.
Mrs. Xie suddenly felt weak and slumped onto the sofa, staring blankly at the marble floor.
When Xie Wan'er was young, she had a weak immune system and often had unexplained fevers, sometimes even experiencing seizures. As a mother, she naturally couldn't bear to see her child like this.
Although she was wealthy and could afford a caregiver, she refused to entrust her child to others. So she did everything herself. For the past ten years, she and her daughter have been almost inseparable, and their bond is naturally unmatched by that of ordinary mothers and daughters.
But the police said that the child she had loved for ten years was not her biological child. Her biological child had been switched with another child because of her negligence years ago.
How could she not break down?
She couldn't accept it, so she poured more of her emotions into Xie Wan'er. As long as she ignored the child, she could avoid feeling guilty.
regret?
She will never regret it, never!
Madam Xie's slap was a bit too hard. Although she was a lady who lived a life of luxury, the strength of an adult is very different from that of a child.
Fortunately, they arrived in time; otherwise, they might have lost hearing in one ear.
"It's alright, it's alright, Qingqing won't become deaf, Grandma's here." The old lady hugged her in her arms, suddenly remembering her little daughter.
She was like that when they were little too, holding them protectively in her arms while the other kids complained. But her little girl never suffered a loss; she was always a little tyrant.
Xie Qingqing felt pain in her ears and heart, but for some reason, she couldn't cry. It was as if nothing mattered anymore. Tears seemed far away from her, and everything became meaningless.
Her face was swollen, and the doctor applied medicine to it, but she didn't cry. She was as expressionless as a lifeless doll.
It wasn't until I got home that I saw my aunt.
"How are you? Does your ear still hurt?"
In an instant, all the emotions were released.
It turns out she wasn't incapable of crying; she was just in too much pain to cry.
"Auntie, sob sob sob...Auntie..."
She hugged Xie Jingyue's waist and burst into tears.
It seemed like she was crying about what she had experienced over the years, or perhaps it was because her face and ears were in so much pain that she was crying.
Xie Jingyue pursed her lips and held the person tightly in her arms.
"Cry, cry, it'll make you feel better."
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