When the Murong family saw Ye Shengsheng coming back, they still held the lost little Lianlian in their arms.
It was a surprise that the child recovered his mother's side by himself.
They were so excited that they wanted to meet her and call her, but they were so ashamed that they didn't know what to say in the first sentence.
So the family stood there and watched Ye Shengsheng approaching them with his daughter in his arms.
Withdrew his gaze, Ye Shengsheng pretended not to see the family.
She pressed her daughter's head into her neck and reminded:
"Lienlian, don't look up no matter what happens."
She didn't want her daughter to see the old witch.
Ignoring the existence of the family, she walked up to open the door with her daughter in her arms.
The door opened, and after walking directly in, he closed the door suddenly, without giving anyone outside the opportunity to speak.
Several people reacted and saw that Shengsheng locked them outside the door, Murong Nan hurriedly stepped forward and knocked on the door.
"Shengsheng, I brought my parents to apologize to you. Can you open the door?"
Ye Shengsheng locked the door and turned a deaf ear to his ears.
At the door, Murong Feiyang looked at each other with his wife, feeling ashamed and blamed himself.
Even though the child was wearing a mask, they could still see the wound on her little face.
It's really serious.
Mrs. Murong's heart suddenly felt a twitching pain.
She cried and said to her husband, "She won't forgive me. You didn't see the look she looked at me, and there was nothing but hatred."
Actually, look at the child, his eyebrows are very similar to those when she was young.
Why couldn't she see it before?
Why did you hurt her so much?
Is it useful to look back and admit your mistakes and apologize to her now?
"No, since we are here, we must ask for her forgiveness and take her home."
Murong Feiyang comforted his wife, stepped forward and pushed his son away, and shouted into the door:
"Shengsheng, I know that our actions have made you feel cold, but we don't know that you are our daughter. Can you give your parents a chance? Let's sit down and have a good chat?"
"Shengsheng, my parents came here to take you home, so you can open the door."
In the room, Ye Shengsheng asked her daughter to enter the room, and she put on her headphones to wash clothes.
I pretended that I didn't see any of the shouts from the people outside.
Murong Feiyang shouted a few times and saw that the people inside didn't reply. He lowered his head and walked away with a sigh.
Murong Nan stepped forward and rang the doorbell and shouted:
"Shengsheng, my parents come over to apologize to you. You open the door and let's talk about anything."
"Songsheng..."
But no matter how he shouted, the people in the room just ignored it.
It seems that even a word of reply seemed to defile her.
Mrs. Murong stood aside. Seeing that her son and husband could not move the child, she came over and stood at the door, and shouted with an old face.
"Shengsheng, if you open the door, your mother will apologize to you. I'm sorry, it's all my fault. Mom shouldn't hurt you, let alone steal your child.
Can you give your mother a chance and ask her to compensate you well? Shengsheng..."
Ye Shengsheng threw the clothes into the washing machine and took off his headphones.
She could hear people outside.
Thinking about whether they don’t face them, will they not give up?
In order to allow her and her daughter to live a peaceful and undisturbed life, she felt it was necessary to explain it to them in person.
Thinking of this, she took a deep breath and no longer wore the mask that could cover up the scars on her face. She walked to the door and opened the door.
Seeing that the door was suddenly opened, the daughter stood in front of her, and Mrs. Murong was suddenly stunned.
The next second, she cried and begged with red eyes:
"Shengsheng, mom knows that she is wrong. Mom is here to apologize to you. Can you forgive mom once?"
Ye Shengsheng looked at the people standing at the door with expressionless faces.
"Mom? Can you stop insulting this title? Your Murong family's daughter has long been dead and was killed by someone, you, an old witch.
My name is Ye Shengsheng, and it has nothing to do with your family, so please leave, otherwise I will call the police."
How long has it been since then, I came to ask her for forgiveness.
Maybe it's retribution?
Maybe it's right.
I really never dreamed that the shameless old witch who started calling her humble and was not worthy of her son would be her own mother, Ye Shengsheng.
Sure enough, the heavenly way is good for reincarnation, and God is so eye-catching.
"Shengsheng, don't do this, my mother really knows that she is wrong."
Murong Nan hurriedly said, "We are here to apologize to you sincerely. If we knew you were my sister, we wouldn't treat you that much."
"Even if I am not your family, can you ignore the king's laws, steal other people's children, lock people in dungeons and commit torture?"
Ye Shengsheng walked out of the door, approaching Mrs. Murong step by step, staring at her coldly with hatred.
"You look at the wound on my face, are you familiar with it? I am disfigured now and can't seduce your son anymore. You should be satisfied, right?"
Mrs. Murong looked at her approaching daughter, her heart was as if she was cut by a knife.
"Mom is wrong, can you make up for you? I'll ask the best doctor to treat you. Shengsheng, you forgive your mother."
"Shengsheng, give us a chance to make up for you and go home with us. We will satisfy you whatever you want."
Murong Feiyang was also full of guilt.
Ye Shengsheng glanced at them and smiled coldly.
"Make up? You insisted on separating her from me regardless of your longing cry.
He also whipped and tortured me and ruined my appearance. How can you make up for these injuries? I was wrong, so let it go?"
I really hated them. I stared at Mrs. Murong, and Ye Shengsheng gritted her teeth and was furious.
"I tell you, I will never forgive you in my life, let alone step into your Murong family again.
Now get out of here immediately, don't let me see you again, each of you disgusting my face."
It seems that looking at them once more will defile your eyes.
Ye Shengsheng took two steps back and returned to the house, and suddenly fell on the door.
"Songsheng..."
Mrs. Murong raised her hand and shouted again, but what she faced was only a thick door.
Her heart was cut by a knife, and tears fell down her cheeks.
"I'm sorry, mom really knows that she's wrong, I'm sorry..."
Murong Feiyang has always been arrogant and arrogant, but now he is rejected by his daughter, so he is ashamed that he can't even say a word.
What qualifications does he have to blame the child for not respecting them?
She was lost at the age of three and finally returned home by chance, but was treated like that by them.
No one can forgive them easily.
"Songsheng..."
Murong Nan did not give up and stepped forward and patted the door and shouted:
"Shengsheng, you open the door. Brother knows that you have suffered a lot of grievances. When you go home with us, we will give you whatever you want, okay?"
The room looked like before, without any response.
Murong Feiyang helped his wife and said in a deep voice:
"Let's think of something else to let her feel our love for her, and one day she will forgive us."
Mainly staying here is not a solution.
This will only make the child hate them even more.
"What else can we do? It's all my fault. I deserve to die."
Mrs. Murong cried with tears on her face. Thinking of the look of her daughter looking at her, she felt so uncomfortable that she couldn't breathe when she said to her.
What exactly should I do so that my daughter can return to her and forgive her.
Murong Nan also calmed down and replied:
"My parents, let's live here first and prove to her with actions that we all love her very much and that we are willing to do anything for her.
But now we have to leave and can't cause trouble for her, otherwise she will hate us even more."