Zhao Daju squinted her eyes in surprise. She had the impression that her daughter was well-behaved, delicate, and a soft-tempered little shrimp. Unexpectedly, she changed species and became a prickly hedgehog. She knew that she would no longer be as easy to handle as she was when she was a child.
"Xiaojiao, Mom is the only daughter like you, and they all say to raise children to prepare for old age. Now that Mom is old, you can't ignore me."
Zhao Daju didn't wait for Wang Xiaojiao's answer for a long time, and turned to look at her: "My dear daughter, why don't you speak?"
"impossible."
"What's impossible?"
"It's impossible to provide for you in old age."
After Wang Xiaojiao finished speaking, Zhao Daju's face, which was already withered, began to flutter with white powder due to anger, and his eyes became more sinister and mean.
It is absolutely impossible for her to provide for Zhao Daju in her old age. You can send her away with some money. She will do to Zhao Daju how Zhao Daju treated her back then.
At that time, Zhao Daju was implicated in Shi Quande's affair and was imprisoned. Wang Xiaojiao had no choice but to live in the care of others. However, she was soon released and was no longer willing to take over her daughter. She felt at ease and left Wang Xiaojiao at her sister's house and lived happily outside.
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My aunt is a kind person and can't bear to see her child living on the street, so she can only raise Wang Xiaojiao. However, my uncle is not a kind person. He curses at home every day. At first, he criticized Wang Xiaojiao, but later he directly said Wang Xiaojiao's face without any mercy.
When Wang Xiaojiao was a teenager, she ran away from her aunt's house and started to make her way into the society. She worked in every job, but she was still heavily in debt. After many trips to Beijing, she unexpectedly met Chen Guoqiang, and she realized that money was so easy to earn.
In the bottom of her heart, she hated Zhao Daju. Her life was not good. With such a mother, why should the blood of this woman flow in her blood?
"Wang Xiaojiao, if I hadn't pooped and pooped on you, you would have been reincarnated by now. You crawled out of my crotch. You owe me a life, and you have to pay it back."
Zhao Daju shouted angrily. Wang Xiaojiao trembled all over and lit up a cigarette with skillful techniques. Her face no longer looked elegant and calm, and she took several puffs in a hurry.
The strong cigarette smoke did not make her anger and humiliation disappear. Instead, it was like adding fuel to the fire, and the pain in her chest was like burning oil.
The more this happened, the harder he took a breath, every breath was like a knife, and the image of being abandoned by Zhao Daju lingered in his mind.
"Zhao Daju, do you know? I was so happy when you came out of prison. Although you often beat me and scolded me, I was still very grateful that you could give me a home."
Wang Xiaojiao took a few puffs of cigarette and tried to calm herself down, tears falling unconsciously.
She held her head up stubbornly and wiped away her tears with the back of her hand: "You told me that you were going to make a lot of money so that I could live a good life. You gave me a calendar and said that when the calendar was torn up, you would come back to me.
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"I tore out a page every day. When the calendar was all torn out and you still didn't show up, my aunt told me that the calendar is not finished until every date on it has passed. I was so stupid. It turns out that one page is one month."
"From that time on, I no longer had hope. The more I hoped, the more disappointment I accumulated, and my heart gradually became colder."
Wang Xiaojiao simply put out the cigarette butt with her hands, feeling no burning pain at all.
"Xiaojiao, you have to be considerate of your mother. It's not easy for her either. Your father died early. How am I going to live as a woman with a child? Without a man, we two are living in the northwest wind!"
Zhao Daju drooped her head, slightly moved, and her eyes when looking at her daughter became complicated. There was both an aggrieved look that was not understood, and a helpless look that had no solution.
"That's your business. It has nothing to do with me. You can go find a man now, so why do you want to come to me again?"
Wang Xiaojiao let out a long sigh and softened her tone. The old memories were hidden deep in her heart and had become moldy and rotten. When she dug them out again, she suddenly felt boring.
"Mom can't live without you. I couldn't understand it before, but I understand it now. Our mother and I depend on each other no more than we depend on a man. Look at how well you live now."
Zhao Daju had a flattering look on her face and looked around at the furnishings in the room. It seemed to her that her daughter had now become a master in Beijing.
"Haha, I'm so sorry. Everything I get now is from a man. That man has a wife, and I am the mistress who destroys other people's marriages."
Wang Xiaojiao put away the hostility in her eyes, smiled, and arched her eyebrows, as if what she just said was like a child reporting results to her mother, saying that she was ranked first in her grade.
"Ah, actually, my daughter, what's the shame in relying on men? Didn't the newspapers say that men control the world, and women control the world through men. You have this ability, and others can't envy it. It's better than me.
It was much stronger back then.”
Wang Xiaojiao's eyes suddenly widened, and she slapped Zhao Daju's face with a sudden slap.
"Are there any mothers like you? Congratulations to your daughter for becoming a chicken, and also praise her for being an excellent chicken. Haha, Zhao Daju, if you dress up well, maybe someone will want her too."
"You damn girl, you don't have food and salt, and you don't eat anything good. I'm doing this for your own good. Don't talk nonsense with me. You have to support me anyway. I won't leave today. The bed in the little shabby hotel is hard.
If I die, I have to live in my daughter’s house, and I won’t leave even if I die.”
As Zhao Daju spoke, he sat directly on the sofa. Probably because he was thirsty from talking, he poured himself a cup of tea and drank it all.
After she finished drinking, she lay on the sofa contentedly. He wouldn't leave anyway. What Wang Xiaojiao could do to her, even if the police were called, was a family matter.
"You...are still shameless?"
Wang Xiaojiao was so angry that she grabbed the pillow on the sofa and hit Zhao Daju on the head and face. Zhao Daju was not a vegetarian either. The mother and daughter were fighting each other directly. For a moment, the whole room was in a state of chaos.
Ping pong pong.
"Zhao Daju, try touching me again?!"
Wang Xiaojiao's hair was disheveled and her face was full of tears. She took out the B-ultrasound sheet from under the TV cabinet. She had faked it in order to coax Chen Guoqiang, and now she was trying to scare Zhao Daju.
"Let me tell you, I have a child in my belly now. If you can, hit me in the belly and see if Chen Guoqiang can spare you?!"
Wang Xiaojiao's words really made Zhao Daju restrained instantly. At this moment, the piece of meat in Wang Xiaojiao's belly was like a golden lump, which could provide them with a steady stream of money. If something went wrong, it would really mean that both people and money would be lost.
"Um...Xiaojiao, don't get excited. The child is important. Mom should leave now. We can talk about this matter later."
The moment Zhao Daju was kicked out, Wang Xiaojiao's body went limp, she covered her face and cried silently. It turns out that people don't cry when they are angry, only when they feel wronged.