When Wu Ying was young, she liked to help her younger brother. At the worst time, her younger brother ate meat and let her children drink soup.
After Wei Dapeng encountered this incident once, he made a big scene and even went to Wu Ying's parents' home to make a scene. After that, Wu Ying calmed down a lot, and gradually no one paid attention to the incident.
Everyone thought she had corrected her bad habit, but they didn't know it had become even more deeply hidden.
Wei Dapeng's salary for half his life was at least one or two thousand yuan, but there was only more than five hundred yuan in his savings account.
No wonder when I approached them to buy a job, they never mentioned how much they could pay and even belittled the job as worthless. It turned out that they wanted to buy it cheaply.
"Actually, Wei also has an older sister." These events happened so long ago that almost no one in the neighborhood knew about them except for a few elderly neighbors. "Back then, Wu Ying was carrying her child back to her parents' home, but human traffickers snatched her away on the way."
"Ah?" Tang Huan was shocked. This human trafficker was too arrogant! "Did you call the police? Did you catch him?"
Xing Cui shook her head. She had held the child in her arms when he was a child. He was very obedient and had fair skin and tender skin.
Tang Huan said indignantly: "Human traffickers like this should be shot and cut into pieces."
There were some things Xing Cui hadn't told anyone in all these years. Perhaps she had been holding it in for too long and wanted to talk to someone. "Actually, it was Wu Ying who sold the child."
Wu Ying disliked the fact that her first child was a girl, and after giving birth to the child, she always felt that she could not stand up straight.
Wu Ying's family favors boys over girls. The Wei family didn't mind that she gave birth to a daughter, but she was laughed at every time she went back to her parents' home. No one knew what she was thinking, but she secretly sold the child and lied to outsiders that the child was kidnapped by human traffickers.
Tang Huan had only one thought, "Was she going to give the money from the sale to her parents?"
"I don't know." Xing Cui didn't know, but she felt it was very likely.
It was a coincidence that one time when she was returning to her parents' home, she met an older sister holding a child who looked familiar, so she paid more attention to the child.
The eldest sister was also very open-minded. She did not tell Xing Cui that the child was bought, but just said that he was adopted.
At the time, Xing Cui thought a human trafficker had sold the child to the older woman and even wanted to take her to the police station. Later, when the older woman described Wu Ying's appearance and name, Xing Cui realized that Wu Ying had sold the child herself.
She originally wanted to discuss with her eldest sister to let her pay for the child to be bought back, but her eldest sister ran away with the child while she was not paying attention.
Xing Cui had buried these things in her heart for decades, and this was also the reason why she had always disliked Wu Ying. She didn't know whether the idea of selling the child was Wu Ying's own or the couple's, because Wu Ying said the child was lost and Wei Dapeng hadn't looked for it.
For so many years, she didn't dare to ask Wei Dapeng, for fear of embarrassing herself.
Even a tiger won't eat its own cubs. Wu Ying is worse than a beast.
Xing Cui didn't even tell Meng Qinghe about this matter. She was afraid that the old man would drink too much and go out with someone.
"How can such a person be worthy of being a mother?" Tang Huan put a piece of firewood into the stove gloomily. Some people want a child but can't have one, while some people can easily get what others expect, but don't cherish it after getting it.
Xing Cui sighed. She later went to her mother's hometown, but she didn't meet the elder sister, nor did she see the child again.
"Let's not talk about her anymore. She's really angry." Xing Cui was stewing fish on the coal stove. Thinking of the pile of matches she had put away in the drawer, she asked her, "Xiao Huan, did you buy those matches that were placed by the stove earlier?"
"It's not me. I was planning to buy some, but I didn't have time to buy them." Tang Huan was planning to buy some matches when he ran out, but he didn't think about it the next day when he went to school because his mind was not clear.
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