Chapter 21
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Seeing Qin Yawen coming over, Tang Mo 'er quickly got up. She hadn't seen her mother for a long time, she heard that her mother had gone overseas to perform.
"Mom," Tang Mo 'er greeted.
Qin Yawen's expression was frosty. "Were you the one who pushed Wanwan downstairs?"
The warmth in Tang Mo 'er's heart was gone. "No."
"Wanwan is in the operating theatre now, she had 23 stitches on her forehead. I just went to visit her, she held my hand and cried, saying that you weren't the one who pushed her downstairs. She even said that she had let you down and asked me not to blame you. Wanwan is your sister, how could you bear to hurt her?"
When Qin Yawen mentioned Han Xiaowan, her voice was tender and heartache, but she questioned her coldly.
Tang Mo 'er clenched her fists tightly by her side. In this lonely and helpless night, the wound that had been buried deep in her heart was getting bigger and bigger.
When she was a year old, Qin Yawen and Tang Hai divorced. Qin Yawen left on the same day in a luxury car. Tang Mo 'er was only a year old, she stumbled as she chased after the luxury car, tripping along the way, but she couldn't get Qin Yawen to look back at her.
After that, she went to the Han family a few times. Han Xiaowan was so despicable at such a young age. She said that her sister pushed her when she fell and jumped into the swimming pool. Qin Yawen didn't believe her and got the chauffeur to send her away. From then on, she never went back to the Han family.
Her mother had a new family and gave birth to Han Xiaowan. Her father also had a new family and gave birth to a son. No one wanted her, it was her grandmother who brought her up.
All these years, she didn't know what she had done wrong. If they didn't like her, they shouldn't have given birth to her.
"Ha," Tang Mo 'er sneered, enunciating each word clearly. "Is Han Xiaowan my sister? Why don't I remember my father having a sister? Her surname is Han, my surname is Tang!"
Slap! Qin Yawen raised her hand and gave her a tight slap.
Tang Mo 'er's face was slapped, blood trickled down the corner of her mouth and her ears were ringing.
No one had ever hit her before, she didn't expect her first slap to be given to her by her mother.
"Tang Mo 'er, how did you become like this? How did I give birth to a daughter like you?"
Tang Mo 'er covered half of her face and slowly lifted her eyes to look at Qin Yawen. She retorted sarcastically, "I don't know what I'm supposed to look like. What else can you expect from a child who has no parents?"
"You!"
Qin Yawen couldn't be bothered to look at her anymore. She flicked her sleeves and left.
…
After Qin Yawen left, Tang Mo 'er's legs gave way and she slowly sat on the ground, hugging her knees.
She regretted her actions. She shouldn't have been so rash. She would have fallen into Han Xiaowan's trap. She didn't have a good relationship with Qin Yawen. She should have spoken nicely, but …
Her heart ached so much that she lost all rationality.
Her heart felt as though it was being squeezed tightly by a large palm. The loneliness and resentment that she had accumulated over the years suddenly became unbearable. If she didn't vent it out, she would probably go crazy.
Tears welled up in Tang Mo 'er's eyes and she quickly lifted her head to look up. Han Xiaowan had said that she wouldn't shed a single tear no matter how sad she was. Actually, everyone was born with the ability to cry. She just had to find a way to not cry, and that was to look up at the sky when she felt like crying. This way, her tears would flow back.
But this time, it didn't work. She tried her best to open her eyes and look up, but hot tears still flowed out in large droplets.
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