Despite having lived in the city for so many years, Hu Wenwen still felt a strange sense of inferiority when facing Qin Hanshu.
When she was little, whenever she went out with Qin Hanshu, the neighbors would always say that one looked like a rich young lady and the other looked like a kitchen maid.
Needless to say, Hu Wenwen was the one who looked like a kitchen helper.
In little Hu Wenwen's heart, the seeds of comparison and hostility were planted, and afterwards she would always intentionally or unintentionally take away everything that Qin Hanshu cared about.
Today, almost everything belonging to Qin Hanshu belongs to her, including her own mother who was Qin Hanshu's only family!
Thinking of this, Hu Wenwen felt a little better. She said to Yang Aizhen in a coquettish tone, "Mom, look at her. She has a deadpan expression on her face, like someone owes her money."
Yang Aizhen frowned and said, "I'll go check on your sister, see if she's still feeling unwell."
Watching Yang Aizhen walk away, Hu Wenwen's face instantly darkened. All those years of calling her "Mom" couldn't compare to someone else's biological daughter!
Yang Aizhen entered Qin Hanshu's room, glanced around cautiously, locked the door, and then took out a wad of banknotes to give to Qin Hanshu.
"Since you're leaving, I can't prepare too many things for you in front of your Uncle Hu. I can only give you money and coupons. Once you get there, buy whatever you need yourself."
Yang Aizhen gave a considerable amount of money, a full two hundred yuan, plus fifty jin of national grain coupons and eight industrial vouchers.
But this money was just a drop in the ocean compared to the money her father left for Qin Hanshu.
Yang Aizhen said with loving eyes, "If you need anything in the future, just write back and I'll send it to you. Hanshu, I'm sorry for making you suffer."
Qin Hanshu was so tired of hearing Yang Aizhen say "I'm sorry you've been wronged" that she knew exactly what she was going to say next.
“But I have no choice…” Yang Aizhen began to shed tears. “Although your father is gone, and no one will bring up his background, my family was classified as landlords. I suffered a lot in my hometown when I was young, and I don’t want to suffer again…”
"Your Uncle Hu's family has been poor farmers for eight generations. He's also a formidable man. With him around, ordinary people don't dare to cause trouble for our family. That's why Mom married him and dotes on him in every way..."
Qin Hanshu looked at Yang Aizhen quietly and asked, "You were awake the night Hu Bingbing pushed open my door, weren't you?"
With such a loud commotion, how could he not wake up?
Yang Aizhen was stunned for a moment.
Qin Hanshu stared at Yang Aizhen, "Why didn't you say a word?"
Yang Aizhen hurriedly looked away, "I...I was sleeping too soundly, I didn't wake up..."
Qin Hanshu sneered and said sarcastically, "Even Grandma Wu next door is awake, but you, as her mother, are sleeping soundly."
Yang Aizhen was born into a landlord family before the liberation. She was educated in the traditional virtues of obedience to her husband and mother from a young age. Men were like heaven to her. Without men, she would lose her backbone, be afraid of everything, and feel that everyone would try to bully her.
After her father passed away, she was also at a loss, but at that time, Qin Feiyang was still there. Although he was just a teenager, he was able to hold his own in the family.
Later, when Qin Feiyang joined the army, she started having trouble sleeping again, crying every night in front of Qin Hanshu, regretting that Qin Hanshu was not a boy.
Later, when the movement came, her background became a sensitive issue, so she sought out Hu Dayong.
From then on, Hu Dayong became her everything.
Previously, Qin Hanshu had been brainwashed and understood Yang Aizhen, believing that she was only forced by circumstances.
But after experiencing so much, she finally realized that it was all an excuse, and that her own mother was a selfish person to the core.
Qin Hanshu had no doubt that if Hu Bingbing had really broken into the house that night, as long as Hu Dayong had stopped him, Yang Aizhen could have just watched her being bullied!
In short, Qin Hanshu's attachment and affection for his so-called mother had long been worn away by the daily hatred.
Caught red-handed by her daughter, Yang Aizhen's face flushed and paled in turns. "Han Shu, you..."
Qin Hanshu closed her eyes and said with disgust, "You can leave now. I want to be alone."
Yang Aizhen clearly sensed that Qin Hanshu had changed since returning from the hospital. She felt a little embarrassed and wanted to say a few words of comfort, but seeing Qin Hanshu's cold attitude, she couldn't say anything.
Forget it, the child is too young to understand her good intentions, why should she hold it against her? When she grows up, she will naturally understand her.
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