Dongfang Mu was so angry that he wanted to kick the guy in front of him to death. It turned out that his daughter had suffered so many grievances over the years. What kind of thing is he Pei Qinghan? What right does he have to treat his daughter like this
It turned out that if it wasn't for his dad who was still alive and didn't want him to endure the suffering of white women sending black-haired people, she was so protracted to live, suffering from neglect and humiliation, and she did not dare to show it in front of him.
His father is incompetent!
Dongfang Mu sniffed, swallowed the sourness fiercely, and then said: "Don't talk nonsense any more, go to the household office now."
Pei Qinghan plopped and knelt in front of Dongfang Mu: "Father, I was wrong. I really knew I was wrong. I used to be stupid. I was instigated by others but didn't know it. Now I understand. You can't reconcile with Wan'er, you can't! Dad—I beg you!" He slammed his head toward Dongfang Mu, banging loudly, and his head instantly turned red.
Dongfang Wan'er frowned and took a step back.
The Pei Qinghan in her memory was a face-loving person, not to mention that when he knelt down on a crowded street, he would be unhappy even if someone spoke loudly to him.
Dongfang Mu was about to turn around and leave, but he heard Bai Zhi ask: "You said you were instigated and manipulated, who is that person? How did he instigate you?"
Dongfang Wan'er, who had originally looked elsewhere, also turned her head back, and her eyes fell on the kneeling Pei Qinghan. This was what she had always wanted to know. Once, she had asked Pei Qinghan, but he would not say anything.
Pei Qinghan raised his hand, wiped away the tears from his face, and choked: "It's Song Hexiang, she lied to me, she said, she said—"
There are some words that he has held in his heart for more than ten years, and he has never been able to say them.
Dongfang Mu said angrily: "If you have a fart, just let it go, or if you don't want to say it, get out!"
How dare Pei Qinghan hesitate any more and hung his head and said, "She said, Wan'er gave birth to a full-term child, not premature!"
Dongfang Mu didn't turn the corner for a while, didn't understand the meaning of this, but he staggered when he saw Wan'er. Fortunately, the girl and Zhi'er beside her supported her.
Dongfang Wan'er was so angry that her chest hurts, and she almost fainted when her eyes were dark. She trembled and pointed at Pei Qinghan: "If she said that, you believe it?"
Pei Qinghan said: "She bought the wife who delivered the baby. I asked her. She also said that the child was full-term and was not born premature at all. At that time, I somehow lost my mind to what she said, I, I'm so damned!" As he said, he slapped himself fiercely.
"You really deserve to die, there is no such basic trust between the husband and wife. No wonder we have today, Pei Qinghan, you are not wronged."
She grabbed Bai Zhi's hand next to her, and then said: "I have only pity for my child. You have separated us from flesh and blood for thirteen years. Do you know how much my child has suffered over the years?"
Dongfang Wan'er started crying as she talked. She couldn't stop her tears. These days, Zhao Lan talked a lot about Zhi'er. The suffering the two of them have suffered over the years is that she can't even think about it. Yes, even Zhi'er almost died several times.
Her Dongfang Wan'er's daughter was supposed to be the same as the golden lady in the city of Kyoto, not to mention how much glory and wealth she would enjoy, at least she should grow up healthy and carefree.
But her daughter grew up in suffering and endless torture. Even the child of the old mother's family in Fuzhong lived better than her.