Chapter 99: Chapter 100: Taking the Daughter Away
Furthermore, her two sisters-in-law had an overly watchful eye on everything. Originally, she wanted to fund Jiani’s piano lessons from the money at home. However, now it seemed like it was better to stay quiet. If she brought it up, both sisters-in-law would likely be shocked.
When Sang Zhilan left Sha Village, the villagers looked at her differently. She could vaguely hear whispers of “abandoning wife and daughter” and “flighty,” making her face burn as if it had been scalded with boiling water. She quickly covered her face with her sleeve and did not dare to stay a second longer.
However, when she left the village, she suddenly changed her direction.
She headed towards Li Tang Village.
Tang Yuxin picked up her rice bran jar again and practiced her needlework skills. She started this practice when she was over three years old and had been practicing for two years now. As she grew, so did the strength in her fingers. Now she could pierce the rice bran jar entirely. Chen Zhong said she would soon be able to use a skin slab. Anyway, she had always been pushed in this way, so she, this little Miaomiao, was used to being cultivated hard.
“Yuxin, how could you be using a needle?” A sharp voice rang out.
Tang Yuxin lifted her face holding the rice bran jar and saw someone she hadn’t seen in a long while – Sang Zhilan. If everything had followed the trajectory of her previous life, she would now be at the Wei Family’s house, laboring for them, and serving Wei Jiani hand and foot. And Sang Zhilan, her mother, would always say the same phrases. Ne/w novel chapters are p/u/blished on no/vel(/bin(.)c/o/m
“Tang Zhinian, don’t you know how dangerous a needle can be?”
Sang Zhilan took a step forward, meaning to take the rice bran jar from the arms of Tang Yuxin who was in Tang Zhinian’s embrace.
Tang Yuxin held onto her rice bran jar a bit more tightly and then turned her little body, burying her small face and the rice bran jar in Tang Zhinian’s chest, not even giving Sang Zhilan a glance. Her little bit of mother-daughter sentiment had all but dissipated in her two lifetimes.
Tang Zhinian took a step back, causing Sang Zhilan’s grasping hand to come up empty.
“What are you here for?”
The question he asked carried hardly any emotion. Father and daughter were both hiding as if from some flood or fierce beast. This was too hard for Sang Zhilan to bear.
“I’m here to take my daughter away,” Sang Zhilan couldn’t stand it. The once obedient Tang Zhinian, who never contradicted her, was now avoiding her as if she were a ghost.
In her consciousness, even though they were divorced, Tang Zhinian was supposed to be hers for life. Not because she loved Tang Zhinian, but because she had given birth to his daughter, extending the Tang Family line. Tang Zhinian owed her for that.