"Jiang Moli, are you feeling quite smug about driving me to jump into the river?"
"Do you feel like you have something on me, and that I won't dare to disobey you no matter what you say from now on?"
"You're still putting on an act in front of me! Pretending to be innocent! You're two-faced! You think I'm easy to bully, so you bully me to death!"
Xiao Jing's questioning voice was like weeping blood.
Jiang Moli retreated step by step in a panic.
She couldn't understand why Xiao Jing, who was willing to die carrying everything, would suddenly be willing to reveal her secret to the public after being saved.
Isn't she afraid of being scolded and despised by her family?
How dare she?
How dare she!
After Xiaojing finished speaking, Fang Qiao's eyes welled up with tears.
Third Aunt was crying her eyes out; she never imagined that Jiang Moli would be this kind of person!
She trusted her wholeheartedly and thought she was gentle and kind! She often confided in her!
This swindler, while enjoying her trust, was secretly harming her daughter!
Third Aunt was enraged and suddenly rushed over to tear at Jiang Moli's hair.
"Ah!! Jiang Moli! You vicious woman! I'll fight you to the death!"
Never underestimate a mother’s determination to protect her child.
When she gets ruthless, she can be extremely cruel.
Jiang Moli screamed repeatedly as her third aunt beat her, feeling as if a large chunk of her scalp had been torn off.
"Ouch, it hurts! Auntie, please stop hitting me... Please, stop hitting me, let me go!"
She held her head and gradually squatted down on the ground, pleading.
Auntie San was still not satisfied. She grabbed Jiang Moli's head and dragged her up from the ground: "Now you know pain, and you know to beg me to let you go! When you hurt Xiaojing, why didn't you think about letting her go? You, surnamed Jiang, are truly heartless. You forced my Xiaojing to jump into the river, and afterwards you even came to my door pretending to be a good person! I really thank you for broadening my horizons. I've lived half my life, and this is the first time I've ever seen someone like you!"
"I'm sorry, I was wrong, I... I didn't mean it..."
"You're talking nonsense! Didn't you think about it?!" Third Aunt kicked and punched Jiang Moli's back. "Have you forgotten how you were forced to marry Cheng Yajun? You yourself were bullied before, how can you bear to use such despicable tricks to hurt my daughter again!"
Jiang Moli curled up on the ground, feeling a pain in her stomach: "Third Aunt, please don't hit me, I, my stomach hurts..."
"Stop pretending, I won't believe you!" Auntie San thought to herself, she would never be fooled again.
Jiang Moli weakly raised her hand: "I wasn't faking it, it really hurts..."
"Really?"
Seeing Jiang Moli's pale and weak face, Third Aunt hesitated and let go of her hand.
However, in the next second, Jiang Moli suddenly stood up and rushed out the door.
Fang Qiao reacted quickly and tripped her.
Jiang Moli lost her balance and fell to the ground, wincing in pain, but she didn't dare stop and scrambled away.
hateful!
I've been scammed again!
Auntie was so angry she gritted her teeth. She wanted to chase after Xiaojing and hit her again, but at that moment, Xiaojing's legs suddenly went weak and she fell backward.
Fortunately, Fang Qiao was standing right next to her and reached out to catch her waist in time, otherwise she would have definitely fallen to the ground.
Fang Qiao helped her sit down on the edge of the bed.
Her aunt circled around her with concern: "Xiaojing, Xiaojing, what's wrong?"
Xiao Jing shook her head weakly: "Mom, I'm fine. I'm just a little tired from talking so much in one go."
Looking at her daughter's pale face, the third aunt thought that she was still a budding flower, but her face was already covered with a layer of gray and fading age. She was overwhelmed with sorrow and tears welled up in her eyes.
She truly hated herself for being such a failure as a mother. Her daughter's personality had changed drastically; she had become shy and timid and didn't like going out. She thought it was just because her little girl had grown up and become shy and introverted, which led to her daughter being harmed for so many years without her even realizing it!
"Xiaojing, my Xiaojing, I'm so sorry. I'm a bad mother. You've suffered so much all these years, and I, as your mother, didn't even know. I didn't take good care of you. I'm guilty. I'm sorry to your deceased father."
Auntie suddenly raised her hand and slapped herself across the face. She was about to slap herself again when Xiaojing rushed over to stop her: "Mom, don't do this. It's not your fault. You did nothing wrong..."
“It’s my fault. I didn’t take good care of you, and you were…” Auntie couldn’t bring herself to say those cruel words, and she started sobbing again.
"How can I blame you? Dad is dead, and you're the only one working in the family, while three people are eating. You've already done your best to keep the family from starving. Where do you have the extra energy to keep an eye on me all the time?"
Xiao Jing shook her head, choking back tears, and said, "Besides, I was already a fourteen-year-old big kid back then. No family would have a fourteen-year-old child being followed by their parents every step of the way. I was just unlucky and had bad luck, which is why that bad guy targeted me..."
"That scoundrel, who is he...?" Auntie asked cautiously, afraid of hurting her daughter's fragile heart again.
“He’s dead.” Xiao Jing’s eyes flashed with intense hatred as she mentioned him.
"The old bachelor who herded sheep in the village got drunk on New Year's Eve the year before last and fell into the ditch and died."
He ruined Xiaojing's life, and Xiaojing will hate him for the rest of her life! Even though he's dead, she'll still hate him!
Auntie San remembered the old bachelor who herded sheep in the village.
He was an old man with a stubble beard, a face full of wrinkles, and a head full of white hair. He was already in his seventies or eighties, old enough to be Xiao Jing's grandfather.
He lived a lonely life, herding sheep for the village and living on relief grain. He seemed honest and simple, and many people in the village had helped him, including his third aunt.
Looking back now, honesty is the least trustworthy thing. No one knows if a monster in human form is hiding under that honest person's skin!
"Good riddance! He deserved to die!" Auntie San gritted her teeth.
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