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Bab 12: Chapter 12 Stealing Her Clothes

At this moment, she stared coldly at Sang Zhilan rummaging through the cabinets, taking out one article of clothing after another. These were all for Wei Jiani, weren't they?

Sang Zhilan had no idea Tang Yuxin was awake; she didn't recognize that this was not the old Tang Yuxin. Underneath the skin of a three-year-old child lurked a pitiful soul that had experienced hardships and weathered storms.

It was only after Sang Zhilan nearly emptied Tang Yuxin's wardrobe that she stood up. Turning around, she was startled and involuntarily stepped backwards, bumping into the cabinet behind her, which was enough to make her tear up.

She saw the child on the bed was wide awake, staring straight at Sang Zhilan. These were not the eyes of a child, but rather gloomy, cold, and somewhat chilling.

"Xinxin, when did you wake up?" Rubbing her waist, Sang Zhilan walked over and placed her hand on Tang Yuxin's hair. There was still some maternal affection in her eyes. No matter what, this was her daughter. But over time, her heart had swayed. Having married Wei Tian, she unconsciously favored Wei Jiani.

Gradually, this favoritism drained away any remaining ounce of motherly love she had.

Tang Yuxin lowered her eyes, pretending to be still half asleep. She rubbed her eyes and lay back down to continue her slumber. Sang Zhilan, of course, harbored no suspicion.

Once she saw Tang Yuxin asleep, she reached for the pile of clothes she'd just dumped on the bed, only to find herself unable to pull them away.

What's going on? She traced along the clothes only to spot Tang Yuxin's little hand clutching a corner of the clothes tightly. The child's hand was tiny, but how could it hold so tightly?

She yanked at the clothes with all her might, only to end up pulling Tang Yuxin out of the blanket.

Tang Yuxin sat up, clutching the piece of clothing tightly to her chest and refusing to hand it to Sang Zhilan.

Sang Zhilan was in a hurry to return to town. If she didn't leave soon, there'd be no transport available, and she'd have to stay here. The mere sight of Tang Zhinian was revolting to her, how could she possibly share a bed with him?

"Xinxin, listen to mom, let go."

Sang Zhilan coaxed Tang Yuxin, "Mom is storing your clothes for you. In a few days, Mom will take you to live in the city. There's lots of delicious food there, and we can live in a tall building. Xinxin, don't you want to go?"

Tang Yuxin didn't say a word, only hugging her clothes tighter, refusing to let go.

"Xinxin..." Sang Zhilan's patience wore thin. Wasn't this child very obedient in the past? She used to follow her every word. She had taken her clothes before, and just a few days ago, she told her she was going to pack her clothes to move to the city, and she agreed. So why was she acting so differently today?

"Xinxin, let go."

As the skies darkened, Sang Zhilan's temper grew increasingly volatile.

Whereas Tang Yuxin only hugged her clothes tighter, bowing her head, remaining silent, and avoiding eye contact.

Sang Zhilan abruptly slapped Tang Yuxin's back, perhaps with more force than intended, sending Tang Yuxin rolling onto the bed, her head hitting the corner of the table.

At this moment, both Tang Zhinian and Tang Zhijun, who had just returned from the fields, heard Tang Yuxin's heart-wrenching cries just as they were approaching the door.


Bab 13: Chapter 13: Dropping the Child

Tang Zhinian immediately dropped the farm tool he had been holding and ran inside. When he entered the house, he saw Sang Weilan standing stupidly aside, while his daughter Tang Yuxin's tiny body was sprawled on the floor like a little ball, crying loudly.

"Xinxin..." Tang Zhinian's eyes were almost red. He ran over, covering the distance in a few large steps, and quickly picked up his daughter. Tang Yuxin's forehead had swollen up significantly and she was gasping amidst sobs.

"Don't cry, don't cry, Daddy's here."

As Tang Zhinian spoke, he couldn't help but shed tears. He cherished his daughter like the apple of his eye, and had always been extremely careful with her. Even when Sang Zhilan insisted on working and left their baby with him, this man went from house to house, begging for milk, to raise her with sheep's milk. He made sure that Tang Yuxin didn't suffer or get hurt.

But now, his child's forehead was swollen with a huge bump.

"What have you done? Why did you push my daughter?" Tang Zhinian's voice bordered on a shout, his eyes inflamed with anger.

"I didn't, I swear I didn't...." Sang Zhilan was also stunned with shock, so much so that she'd forgotten to help Tang Yuxin. She hurriedly tried to explain her intention of just grabbing a piece of clothing, but regardless of her explanations, Tang Yuxin had fallen over. That was the undeniable reality.

"What right do you have to take my daughter's clothes?" Tang Zhinian ripped the clothes from Sang Zhilan's hands, "Sang Zhilan…" he gritted his teeth, his eyes frighteningly red, "Fine, you want a divorce, I will give you one, but Xinxin, I absolutely will not hand her over to you. Have you ever fed her a mouthful of milk? Have you raised her? Have you ever changed her diaper? Where were you when she called for her mother? The first word she learned was 'Daddy', not 'Mommy'. I've raised our daughter with so much effort and you think you can just leave? Fine, leave if you must, as long as you treat her well. But tell me, what have you done? What have you done?"

Tang Zhinian held his daughter even tighter. The small child, barely a year old, was still sobbing, with a huge bump on her forehead – it was red and swollen, an alarming sight.

Tang Zhinian picked up his daughter and started walking towards the door. Tang Yuxin pulled on his clothes.

"What's wrong? Does it hurt a lot?"

Tang Zhinian gently brushed his daughter's small cheek, the rims of his eyes reddening as though he was about to cry.

"Daddy, don't let mom take my clothes. She's bad." She rested her head on Tang Zhinian's shoulder, her lowered eyelashes concealing the cold glint in her eyes.

Not a single item of hers would Wei Jiani get in this lifetime, not even a thread.

"Zhijun, gather the clothes and keep them. Don't let them get stolen."

Tang Zhinian carefully hugged his daughter and instructed his brother. In the past, he was worried that his daughter might choose to leave with Sang Zhilan. After all, she might still love her mother. If that was the case, no matter how heartbroken or reluctant he was, he would have let Sang Zhilan take her. But now, he realised that he was utterly wrong in his thoughts. Sang Zhilan was not fit to be a mother.

No, he was wrong again. Sang Zhilan was indeed a good mother, but she was not a good mother to Tang Yuxin.


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