After he sent the person there, he couldn't bear to watch anymore and sighed silently in his heart.
"Auntie, I'll take you here. You, go in and take a look yourself."
After saying this, Wang Haoran couldn't help but turned around and left.
He was afraid that he would burst into tears if he saw that scene.
After all, he is a motherless person.
The middle-aged woman came to the center of the crowd in a daze, and was pushed to the side of the coffin in a daze.
She turned around and saw the person in the coffin. Her pupils couldn't help but dilate, her whole body went limp, and she fell to the side with a thud.
The rest of the people stepped back and looked at the middle-aged woman with puzzled expressions. Why was this person suddenly lying here?
The middle-aged woman supported the coffin and slowly climbed up. Her face showed numbness and grief. She couldn't help but look at the person in the coffin again.
Then he clenched his teeth tightly, and two lines of tears flowed out of his eyes.
She pounded her chest hard with her hands, her voice choked with sobs and heartbreaking, "Son! My child, my son! My son!"
She breathed heavily, as if she was about to suffocate, and held the coffin tightly, refusing to let go, and her tears dried up.
She couldn't understand why her healthy son was lying in this coffin, why her son appeared here, and why he was lying in there cold and stone like a corpse!
The middle-aged woman's eyes were blurred with tears. She pounded her chest hard and couldn't help looking again and again. She even hoped that her eyes were sick and there was something wrong with them.
If your eyes are sick, it means that you are seeing things wrongly.
But she rubbed her eyes hard, and the person in the coffin remained unchanged. It was her child.
The middle-aged woman almost fainted from crying.
The couple next to them felt extremely guilty and lowered their heads the moment they saw the woman appear.
Especially the man, who was slowly backing away, apparently trying to slip behind the others.
But the onlookers did not give him this opportunity. There were many onlookers, crowded together. A hand stretched out from somewhere and pushed the man's shoulder hard.
The man was pushed to the ground, right next to the middle-aged woman.
The middle-aged woman turned around and saw that the last glimmer of hope in the man's heart was also shattered.
It's him!
If she hadn't seen this man, she could still deceive herself and say that the child in the coffin was not her child, but the moment this man appeared, her heart was completely broken.
The middle-aged woman stood up, grabbed the man by the collar, and gave him a loud slap in the face. Then she beat him madly, "Wang Fu, you have to pay for my son's life! My son was awarded to you, and this is how you treat him!"
"I hate you, I want to kill you, I want to kill you!"
The woman cried loudly, stretched out her hands and strangled the man's neck tightly, wishing she could strangle him to death on the spot.
The man also struggled hard, forcefully pushing the middle-aged woman away and spitting, "If you hadn't cheated on me, the son wouldn't have been awarded to me. For so many years, you ignored him. His death is all because of you!"
The man turned the tables and questioned the middle-aged woman harshly.
The middle-aged woman was crying so hard that she could no longer speak. She had wanted to take the child away, but this heartless family didn't want her to, so they made up rumors about her.
She forced herself to leave. Whenever she went back to see her child, she would be subjected to abuse and rumors. Over time, for the sake of her child's mental health, she chose to leave and compromise.
Unexpectedly, this farewell would be a farewell forever!
Her poor child, she didn't get to see him grow up, didn't get to let him experience what love was, and he left this world in such a pitiful state, without a single piece of good flesh on his body.
These damn bastards!
The middle-aged woman raised her head, stared at the man viciously, and pounced on him with all her might, reaching out to grab his face. "I want you dead! You have to compensate me for my son!"
The young woman next to her also squatted down upon seeing this, and tugged at the middle-aged woman's hands with all her might, "You old, faded bitch, how dare you show up here again? Your son deserves to be beaten!"
“Get out of here!!”
The three men wrestled with each other, and the surrounding area became a mess.
The others looked at each other.
Ling Beibei blinked in confusion, "Sister, aren't you going to help?"
Ye Ruoqing looked at Yangyang, who was surrounded by dark energy but had gradually calmed down. Ye Ruoqing smiled and said, "Someone will come to help."
The next second, Yangyang moved. He first tied the hands of the man called father tightly with a rope wrapped in black air, and then wrapped the stepmother's neck with a black air.
At the moment when he was about to go crazy and turn evil, he heard a familiar voice.
That's my mother's voice.
Yangyang was overjoyed. He turned around and saw these two people bullying his mother, so he subconsciously dragged them both up.
The black ropes wrapped around them, and the tied couple couldn't help but scream.
Yangyang simply covered up their voices.
The middle-aged woman who originally wanted to die with them found that the weight on her body was less. She looked up and saw that the two people were pulled aside for some reason.
The two men were struggling there, but couldn't move.
The middle-aged woman swallowed her saliva, looked at the empty space in front of her, and couldn't help but reach out and feel around.
Yangyang placed his head under his mother's palm lovingly and rubbed it reluctantly.
At that moment, the middle-aged woman seemed to feel something, and her eyes turned red and tears flowed.
"Yangyang, Mommy loves you. Mommy is sorry for you. Mommy dare not leave you!"
"Take Mom away. Mom will still be your mom down there!"
The middle-aged woman fell to her knees and burst into tears.
Everyone around had tears in their eyes and couldn't help but turn their heads and wipe their tears silently.
Yangyang was confused and when he heard the next sentence, he shook his head in panic and turned to Ye Ruoqing for help.
He didn't want his mother to become as dark as himself, he wanted his mother to live a good life in this world.
Ye Ruoqing nodded at him, took a few steps forward and helped up the middle-aged woman, Yangyang's mother.
"Yangyang's mother, I asked you to come. Don't worry, your son is doing well now. He will be reincarnated soon and will be a beautiful and healthy little boy. He heard everything you just said."
Ye Ruoqing paused for a moment, and in the woman's expectant eyes, he softened his tone, "He hopes that you can live happily. Promise him that you will live well, okay?"
Yangyang's mother nodded vigorously, stretched out her hands to feel around, and smiled with tears in her eyes, "Yangyang, you've grown taller."
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