Chapter 15: Are These the Real Reasons?

Chapter 15: Chapter 15: Are These the Real Reasons?

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Outside, Tang Zhijun angrily relayed the incident of Sang Lan leaving without waiting for Tang Yuxin to Tang Zhinian. The more he talked about it, the angrier he became. Nêww chapters will be fully updated at novelhall.com

“Brother, do you think she’s still fit to be a mother? Even if she had to leave, shouldn’t she wait until Yuxin is okay before she leaves? How could she be at ease when her child has been injured like this?”

“She had to catch the bus.”

Tang Zhinian still tried to defend Sang Zhilan, but no matter how much he tried to explain, he couldn’t even convince himself anymore.

Even if she had to work in the city, couldn’t she leave a day later in the evening? Did she have to wait until tonight? Even if it was early tomorrow morning, would there be no buses then, would she be too late?

Which factory shifts start at midnight? This is clearly a lack of responsibility.

The noise from outside faded significantly. Finally, the sound of footsteps gradually disappeared, fading into the distance until they could no longer be heard.

Only then did Tang Yuxin touch the bump on her head. Her young face lost its childlike innocence and instead took on a weary worldliness. She never understood why Sang Zhilan brought her away in the first place. It was only later that she understood she was not only Sang Zhilan’s means of receiving child support, but also a way for Wei Jiani to get a free nanny and a tool for her to save face.

She didn’t know if this scheme was Sang Zhilan’s doing or Wei Tian’s.

From the outside, Wei Tian always appeared to be a good person, always smiling at everyone. However, behind the smiles was a chilling insincerity. He knew everything, yet he never intervened.

Whether it was Sang Zhilan hitting Tang Yuxin or Wei Jiani bullying Tang Yuxin.

After she was taken away by Sang Zhilan, her father would send her money every month. Even when she and Zhang Yong’an were paying their mortgages, her father, despite his old age, worked the dirtiest and hardest jobs at the construction site on top of tending to his farmland. Yet in the end, the house didn’t end up in her hands.

Who was really good to her and who wasn’t, could not simply be discerned by words alone. She spent a lifetime seeing clearly, only to get blinded in the end.

She had given up so much in her lifetime, yet all that she had given was not worth her life.