She knew she had never been good enough, not then and not now.
Even though Secretary Gong had reminded her, Chunhua was still startled when she saw Mrs. Jin's condition.
So many years have passed, and all I remember is her graceful temperament and sharp eyes. The decisive and ruthless woman now looks haggard, and her pale face makes Chunhua look away.
"Liang Chunhua, haven't seen you for a few years."
Mrs. Jin leaned on the wheelchair, and Secretary Gong covered her with a blanket. It was a bit cold outside, so she refused to go in.
"I never thought that there would be a day when I would take the initiative to invite you over," her smile was weak and without any hint of happiness. She was like a dying eagle. Even at this critical juncture, an eagle was still an eagle and would never bow down to a rabbit.
"You see, I can't say much in my current state. I don't like to beat around the bush. I hope you can marry my son.
I lost..."
She slowed down and raised her hand to indicate that she had not finished speaking and hoped Chunhua would listen first.
"I didn't lose to you, I lost to my own son. Don't think that I acknowledge you just because I allow you to be together now. You two are not young anymore. He needs a home, a wife... and children..."
She narrowed her eyes and paused briefly as if waiting for Chunhua's ecstasy and tears of gratitude.
Unfortunately, she was wrong, Chunhua was never a rabbit.
She turned her gaze back to the dying mother. It was hard to imagine the ruthless means she had used to force Zhang Xiaochen to the hospital for an abortion.
How could he humiliate himself in front of others, calling himself a wishful thinking, a fox spirit who was climbing up the social ladder, and a low-class country bumpkin?
Chunhua laughed at an inappropriate time. He was not mocking her, but fate had played such a big joke on her that a response wouldn't be excessive.
Mrs. Jin was surprised and asked, "Why? Are you still not happy?"
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