Chapter 388: Single Mother’s Revenge (End)
Of course, Song Lulang will not turn into an evil dragon. At most, she will be a promoter of social benefits and let those people make the best use of their potential.
Cheng Xin's mother was shocked by Song Lulang's plan.
She had planned everything, but she had never expected that Song Lulang would be the first to do those things.
"You've got your revenge. Take good care of your daughter, okay?"
Song Lulang stared at Cheng Xin's mother with danger in his eyes.
Her eyes seemed to say: If you still don't give up and seek revenge, don't blame me for being rude.
Cheng Xin's mother was terrified by Song Lulang's gaze. She opened her lips and spoke for a long time: "Do you really want to do this?"
They are the same person, so shouldn't they have the same goal?
"Is your daughter not important?" Song Lulang said in a deep voice, his eyes gradually turning cold, revealing his disappointment in Cheng Xin's mother: "Isn't she worthy of your good life?"
"It's not worth it. Why did you risk your life to save her in the first place?"
Wouldn't it be better to let her die in that explosion?
Cheng Xin's mother was stumped by the question. She asked herself, it was true that she had loved her daughter all these years.
Did she really put her daughter first?
The answer is no.
Her first goal is revenge, and her daughter comes second.
If her daughter hadn't been hurt so badly, she would never have brought her to this place.
Song Lulang saw what Cheng Xin's mother was thinking and chuckled, "I hope you can understand that he is already dead. Even if you seek revenge, he is still dead."
"If he knew, he would definitely hope that you could live well and take good care of your daughter."
These words made Cheng Xin's mother's eyes tear up.
She clenched her teeth tightly to prevent herself from crying. She looked up at the ceiling, took a deep breath, and then slowly said, "You are me, but you are not me."
Song Lulang would never understand how it felt to see the person he loved being tortured to death in front of him.
He wasn't simply tortured to death.
It can be said that the bones in his body were torn apart by those people, and he died because of all the blood!
When Cheng Xin's mother thought of the scene before her husband's death, she felt cold all over.
It's not fear, it's hatred.
If her daughter hadn't been there, she might have turned into a revenge machine. Although she isn't much different now, at least she still has some humanity.
If she didn't have a daughter, she would probably become a murderer.
She specifically hunted and killed those who had harmed her husband.
I'll walk into their organization and kill them all.
"You're right." Revenge has always been Cheng Xin's mother's first goal. Now that she has to let it go, she still feels empty in her heart.
Somewhat uncomfortable.
Song Lulang patted the new mother's shoulder and then hugged her.
"Take care of yourself."
After those people were framed, Song Xilang never appeared again.
The last time was when I talked to Cheng Xin’s mother and asked her to take good care of Cheng Xin.
She also left a message for Cheng Xin's mother.
Not wanting her daughter to become half-human, half-ghost, she continued to pursue her revenge.
Perhaps Cheng Xin's mother also realized that her stubbornness was not only hurting herself, but also her daughter, and began to gradually change.
And Cheng Shuhan was beaten down in less than three months.
In this regard, 888 also had the urge to send a telegram.
Cheng Shuhan was unusually calm.
[You will regret this!] 888 said angrily and fiercely.
"Well, I will regret it." Cheng Shuhan said casually.
Will she regret it?
-Revenge Extra
My name is Song Lulang. I am Cheng Xin’s mother, not Cheng Xin’s alter ego.
I am the family member of an undercover drug enforcement agent. My daughter is 20 years old but still has the intelligence of a three-year-old, which is also related to my husband's identity.
But I don’t hate my husband. I hate the criminals who caused my husband’s tragic death and my daughter’s intellectual impairment.
My husband has a great career. Even if he sacrifices himself, I will not regret finding such a husband.
I am proud of him.
I love him, so when I saw with my own eyes that his kneecap was broken, his face turned pale with pain, sweating profusely but still gritting his teeth and saying that he was not an undercover agent, I swore to avenge him.
He was tortured terribly, but still refused to admit it.
Even when my daughter and I were kidnapped and brought before him, with hot weapons pressed against our temples, he still refused to give in.
I don't know if I'm crazy.
When his eyes were gouged out, I was able to look at him without changing my expression, as if the person in front of me had nothing to do with me.
No matter how the criminals threatened me, I always looked gloomy.
It's like I'm the criminal.
Maybe because I was too calm, they thought I was a lunatic and wanted to blow me and my daughter to death.
However, things don't always go as planned.
I escaped with my daughter just before they set the fire.
However, the death of her husband was such a huge blow to her daughter that she chose to forget about growing up and became a three-year-old child who would never grow up.
I keep in my heart everything he went through and my daughter's illness.
Just looking for an opportunity to let those people experience the pain my husband experienced.
I fled with my daughter, looking for traces of those people as we fled, and finally, we set our sights on a village in the countryside.
I pretended to be a divorced woman due to domestic violence, entered the village, and stayed there for more than ten years.
I worked hard, trying to get them to let down their guard and find a way through.
God helps those who work hard. When I finally found a breakthrough, I received bad news from home.
My daughter, who has been staying at home all year round and never goes anywhere, is pregnant.
I know who did it without even thinking about it.
The power of those people is much more complicated than people imagine. I can't call the police in a small place.
He could only find a reason to leave that remote village with his daughter.
Hatred made me focus on finding evidence of those people's crimes and neglect to protect my daughter. I am not a competent mother.
I felt guilty, but I couldn't help but focus on revenge for my husband.
If my daughter's second personality hadn't come to talk to me, I would probably have turned from a victim into an abuser.
I studied psychology and I knew I was not normal.
I long to see the blood of my enemies. I want to see those people crawling in front of me like dogs, begging me to let them go.
When I think of such a scene, I feel my blood boiling.
I think that scene is very beautiful.
Until my daughter's second personality showed me photos of her from childhood to adulthood, watching her grow up little by little.
It suddenly dawned on me that although I had always been by my daughter's side, I had also been absent from her childhood.
If I say regret, I'm probably quite cold-blooded.
Deep down, I feel only a trace of guilt, and I don't regret it as much as others imagine.
Even though my daughter's second personality always emphasizes that living people are more important, I cannot forget the death of my husband.
However, I will continue to pay attention to the movements of those people while taking good care of my daughter.
In the future, I will probably not do anything illegal, but I don’t want to miss their miserable process.
There are many choices in life, and my choice is just a little different from others.
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