The journey through the wasteland stretched on endlessly, until Shang Yechu herself felt utterly exhausted. She didn't know her destination, but she knew this was likely the final stop on her journey.
Finally, the end of this desolate journey has arrived.
This is a very ordinary residential house, with warm lighting and a happy atmosphere.
The woman and her husband sat on the sofa. The woman stroked her belly, her face clouded with worry.
The husband, holding a bowl of medicine, coaxed, "Drink it quickly, and I guarantee you'll have a big, healthy boy!"
The woman hesitated and said, "Will drinking this affect the baby? Actually, it's not a big deal if the first child is a girl. If it really doesn't work out, we can always have a second child."
"You don't have a job, and I'm supposed to raise two kids on my own? Rather than raising a money-losing child for so long, I'd rather just have a boy right away," the husband said impatiently. "This medicine is guaranteed to work; the Kou family's luck changed after taking it!"
The woman was still hesitant: "What if there are any side effects..."
The man got angry: "You wouldn't have an abortion, fine, now you won't even take the pill? All this money I've spent on you!"
The woman was somewhat afraid, but she still took the bowl of medicine and drank it down.
The medicine must taste bad; the woman's face was contorted in pain.
The scene faded, revealing a woman giving birth. In the delivery room, the woman was experiencing a difficult labor because the baby was too large. After a long time, the doctors managed to save her and her child from the brink of death.
The child is a daughter.
Both the woman and her husband looked grim. The first thing the husband said to the child was:
"Damn it! Where's the root? You dare to lie to me!"
For a long time after giving birth to her daughter, the woman lived cautiously, always watching her husband's mood. Her husband, her in-laws, and even her own parents blamed her and urged her to have another child.
Before her body had recovered from the trauma of childbirth, the woman became pregnant with her second child.
Then came the third child.
After giving birth to three daughters, the woman's status in the family plummeted to rock bottom—or rather, her status in the family was already at rock bottom, but by then it had fallen to the depths of an endless ocean. It was precisely at that time that her first daughter, the one who had caused her difficult childbirth and was overweight, was diagnosed with intellectual disability.
The woman's life had completely lost hope. Her husband subjected her to alternating emotional and physical abuse, barely treating her like a human being anymore. Her chubby, silly daughter drooled beside her, watching her curiously.
Looking at the child's fat and foolish face, the woman suddenly felt an indescribable hatred welling up inside her.
The woman picked up her mentally challenged daughter and cried hysterically, "Why are you a fool! Why don't you just die! Aaaaaaahhhhhh!"
The silly daughter was so frightened that she cried.
Two years later, the woman's last child was born. Perhaps heaven took pity on her pitiful life, for the child was finally a boy. Her husband and in-laws were overjoyed, consulted a name-choosing guide, and named the child "Jiayu".
The woman suddenly became the greatest contributor to the family, her status in the family rose dramatically, and she became like an empress dowager.
The chubby boy was naturally the darling of the whole family, and even his second and third sisters benefited from it, their treatment rising accordingly.
Only his eldest sister, the first child in the family, was forgotten in a corner.
The woman gained weight, her belly showing signs of happiness. A smile graced her face more often as she meticulously bought clothes, schoolbags, and stationery for her children. She hummed a song as she prepared exquisite lunchboxes for her second daughter, third daughter, and youngest son, delivering them to them on her little electric scooter every evening at school.
The woman's life was good; the only stain was her foolish daughter who brought her endless suffering.
woman……
Shang Yechu stood outside this cozy little house, watching the changes in this small family with the detached indifference of an outsider. Twenty years had passed in the blink of an eye, and to Shang Yechu, it seemed like a farcical stage play.
Shang Mengzhu, Shang Lingqiu, and Shang Jiayu have grown up. The woman has also grown old. The only thing that remains unchanged is that the woman still loves them deeply.
Shang Yechu gazed at all of this for a long time.
After a long while, a low, hoarse voice rang out in the boundless wilderness.
"And what about me?"
Perhaps the voice was too soft, for the woman didn't hear it clearly. Her face remained expressionless.
Shang Yechu raised her voice, filled with grief, confusion, and years of bewilderment, and shouted, "What about me!"
The sound was so loud that it created an echoing effect across the wasteland.
Amidst the echoes, Shang Yechu screamed hysterically, "What about me! You love Shang Mengzhu, Shang Lingqiu, you love Shang Jiayu! What about me! I'm your child too!"
"The mute old woman was still hoping for Yongjuan to come home until her last breath. Pinghua's last words were to tell Xiaoyue to eat well and not stay up late!"
"The mute old woman loves Yongjuan, Pinghua loves Xiaoyue. And what about me! Why—"
Shang Yechu's voice choked with emotion.
On this boundless wasteland, Shang Yechu still did not shed a tear.
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