Autumn has arrived in Mingzhu City. The leaves are turning yellow and the autumn wind is getting cool. Liancheng Residential Area, located in the west of Mingzhu City, is surrounded by red maple trees. The bright red maples add a touch of warmth to the autumn scenery and are a unique sight in Mingzhu City.
A black sedan slowly drove up. The woman sitting in the back seat had delicate features and a plump figure. She wore a dark blue cheongsam embroidered with dark red peonies. Her thick hair was piled up at the back of her head. The wrinkles at the corners of her eyes made her look a little old, but they also added to her peaceful and kind appearance.
Beside her was a boy of about ten years old, with a fair complexion and delicate features. The two of them had identical peach blossom eyes that sparkled with a cunning light.
As Wuyou approached the entrance of the residential area, she heard a commotion. She stopped in her tracks as the screams and shouts of a woman filled the air, carrying a strange sense of familiarity.
"Get out of my way! I'm Zhao Hongjun's wife and Zhao Xinghe's biological mother. If you dare block my way, I'll make Hongjun pay for it!" Huang Siwen shouted angrily, pointing at the two tall, burly security guards in front of her. The two guards remained unmoved, blocking the entrance like two small mountains.
Liancheng Residential Area is no ordinary place. It is mostly inhabited by wealthy and powerful families. Without the permission of the homeowners, no outsiders are allowed to enter or leave at will; this is a code of conduct.
"You..." Huang Siwen was so angry that she was speechless. No matter how powerful she was, she could not possibly break through the defenses of these two people on her own. The difference in strength between men and women was too great.
"Beep beep—" The car horn suddenly sounded, and the security guard, seeing the familiar license plate, smiled and greeted the driver, preparing to open the gate to let him through.
Huang Siwen spotted the familiar yet unfamiliar face in the back seat of the car and quickly ran to the front of the car, opening her arms wide, "Mom...it's me, Siwen!"
Now that things had come to this, she couldn't ignore it any longer. Helpless, Wuyou opened the car window and said coldly, "Huang Siwen, don't shout nonsense. I'm not your mother anymore."
Wuyou wasn't surprised at all by Huang Siwen's 180° change in attitude. She had already known the answer when she saw Huang Siwen's cheap clothes, or rather, she had already predicted it seven years ago.
"Mom, I was wrong before, and I apologize to you. But no matter what I did wrong, I am still Xinghe's biological mother. For the sake of the child, you should forgive me!" Huang Siwen said with a mournful face, her head slightly lowered and her shoulders trembling.
These words make it sound like she should be forgiven for the sake of the child. Wuyou sneered, "You still have the nerve to talk about Xinghe? Who abandoned her husband and child? Who slandered and defamed her? Who was shameless? My Zhao family doesn't need a woman like you, and Xinghe doesn't need a mother like you. Get out—"
Over the years, he has cultivated his character and temper, and his shrewish rural habits have gradually been concealed. Wuyou has not swore for many years.
"Mom... I really know I was wrong. Can't you give me a chance? Hongjun loves me so much, he definitely wouldn't want us to be at odds." Huang Siwen's face was covered in tears as she tried to use Zhao Hongjun as an excuse.
"Who gave you the audacity to think my son still likes you?" Wuyou sneered, crossing her arms and inwardly applauding the other party's shamelessness.
"It's been seven years already, and Hong Jun still hasn't remarried. Isn't finding Xinghe another mother out of love for me?" Huang Siwen raised her head, looked directly into Wuyou's eyes, and spoke with righteous indignation.
Ever since being dumped by Vice President Sun, her life has been going badly. She had a falling out with her family years ago. She has a lot of luxury goods but little savings. She wants to find a job to support herself, but no one is willing to hire her. She feels like she is being targeted.
She discovered Zhao Hongjun's identity by chance and immediately set her sights on her ex-husband. Putting aside Zhao Hongjun's past feelings for her, they had been married for several years and had a son together; surely he wouldn't abandon her.
As long as she can gain Zhao Hongjun's approval and remarry him, all those who look down on her will be trampled under her feet. What's a mere Vice President Sun compared to that!
Hearing this matter-of-fact statement, Wuyou clicked his tongue in amazement, further lowering his opinion of this woman's standards. Just as he was about to speak, he was interrupted by a voice.
"The reason I haven't remarried is simply to provide Xinghe with a good guarantee. He has a father and a grandmother, which is enough for him. He doesn't need a mother at all." Zhao Hongjun, dressed in a sharp suit, stood tall in front of Wuyou, adopting a protective stance.
"Hongjun, I truly love you! Seven years have passed, and I've realized that the person I truly love is still you. It was my fault before. I'd do anything, even be your slave, just hoping you can forgive me." Huang Siwen was filled with remorse. This time it was real. Missing out on Zhao Hongjun was like missing out on hundreds of millions. How could she not regret it?
"I mocked you before just to get your attention, but I didn't expect I used the wrong method." She quickly tried to cover up her embarrassment, but in reality, she simply disliked the other person.
“Impossible.” Zhao Hongjun said firmly, “I shouldn’t have given you a chance. I shouldn’t have married you back then. The only thing that made me happy in our marriage was having Xinghe, and you are the biggest stain on my life.”
These words were undeniably humiliating, but compared to what Huang Siwen had done to him years ago, they were nothing. Zhao Hongjun, usually so kind and benevolent, was unusually harsh.
Even if Huang Siwen had a thick skin, she couldn't keep up the humiliation after being insulted like this. Her eyes lit up as if she had grasped the last straw, "What about Xinghe?"
When she left, Zhao Xinghe was only three years old. Children always have a strong attachment to their mothers. As long as the child is willing to accept her, the mother and son will have to acknowledge each other, even if they don't want to. Even if they can't remarry, she can still live a comfortable life when Zhao Xinghe grows up.
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