After finally getting rid of Xia Ruya, Ning Shuqian supported herself with her weak body and went to the backyard. She came to Wen Yuya's room, reached out and heavily opened the door. It seemed as if her anger had found a place to vent in an instant, but when she saw the person in the room, her anger seemed to be suddenly blocked, stuck in her throat and she couldn't utter a word.
Wen Yuya was sitting alone in the room. Outside there was a willow tree with snowflakes floating on it. When the breeze blew, the willow catkins flew up and swayed like a tumbleweed! As they drifted, their graceful and gentle state had already lost half its value. She stared blankly at the snowflakes outside the window, thinking of her body like willow catkins and her heart like duckweed, both of them rootless and helpless. She felt like she was imprisoned in a cold cell, and she was the only one left in the world.
Humiliation, despair, hatred, pain, gnawing at her heart like crazy!
Other than that, she couldn't feel any warmth.
She hugged her knees and curled up barefoot in the corner of the room, looking as thin and pitiful as a butterfly with broken wings.
Suddenly she was embraced in a warm embrace, as if she had escaped from hell. She could no longer hold back and sobbed in Ning Shuqian's arms, almost breaking Ning Shuqian's heart.
Ning Shuqian's lips trembled, and her heart felt like it had been swallowed down with a gulp of strong liquor, burning with pain.
She had never seen her daughter so desperate and on the verge of death, as if she had no desire to live: "Yuya! It's okay, mom is here, it's okay, it's okay..."
Wen Yuya suddenly burst into tears: "Mom, why should I be called Wen Yuya? You once said that Yu means beautiful jade, which means virtue, but no matter how beautiful jade is, it is just a plaything, so... I became someone else's plaything."
This kind of despair, self-denial and disgust frightened Ning Shuqian. She hugged Wen Yuya tightly and said, "Yuya, listen to me. You are my only baby, not someone else's plaything. Listen to me, I will make anyone who hurts you pay the price."
Wen Yuya's voice was hoarse and rough, and her trembling body was like catkins in the wind. She folded her hands in front of her chest and kept rubbing her arms: "But mom, I was... was... I feel so dirty, my body is so dirty, really so dirty... Mom, don't come near me, I'm dirty... dirty, dirty..."
Ning Shuqian hugged her sadly. She was just a 15-year-old girl who didn't know anything. Of course, she couldn't bear it when she encountered such a thing: "Yuya, this is not a big deal. Every woman will experience this in her life. It's just a matter of time. When mom was young, she lost her virginity at your age, but now she is living a good life and even married into a wealthy family like Cinderella."
After hearing Ning Shuqian say this, Wen Yuya's frantic emotions gradually calmed down: "But mom, I was seen by so many people, so what? I will be too ashamed to see anyone in the future."
Ning Shuqian reached out and touched her head, saying lovingly, "Time will make people's memories fade, and they will soon forget about this matter. Everyone in this world sympathizes with the victim. As long as you act like a victim, others will not pick at your wounds or rub salt into them. They will only sympathize and pity you."
"Mom, Wen Xinya has hurt me like this, should I just let it go?" Wen Yuya thought that Wen Xinya was a virtuous woman with a good reputation, while she was just a beautiful jade for anyone to enjoy, and her heart felt like it was poisoned, filled with resentment and hatred.
"Of course not. Mom will never let go of the person who hurt you, but for now we can only be patient." When Ning Shuqian mentioned Wen Xinya, the resentment and hatred in her heart were like a devil with bared fangs and tiger claws, which would not stop until blood was seen.
Yuya is her daughter. She learned from watching TV that day that vaginal cosmetic surgery can lead to infertility. Thinking about the fact that she has been doing vaginal cosmetic surgery for so many years, she knew that Yuya might be the only child in her life. How could she let others hurt her like this
"Be patient, be patient. How long do I have to be patient? Wen Yuya is just a little gangster who has been living outside for fifteen years. How am I worse than her? Why should I be patient with her all the time?" Wen Yuya screamed at the top of her lungs. She thought of Zhou Tianyu's birthday party, when she was wearing a light green gauze dress, as elegant as a jade tree and beautiful as a white jade flower. Everyone's eyes were focused on her. Compared with her, even Ruya lost a bit of her beauty. When she stood in front of her, she became vulgar.
And she... The people at the banquet seemed very surprised to see her, as if to tell her that she, a mere adopted daughter of the Wen family, had no right to come here.
She never felt that she was inferior to anyone else, and that she enjoyed the wealth and glory as a matter of course!
From that moment on, the four words "Miss Wen" were like a cancer that had penetrated deep into her bones.
Miss Wen, she is Miss Wen.
This obsession accumulated day by day, becoming as deep-rooted as if a poison had been accumulated for years, like a surging undercurrent, lurking deep in her heart and lingering.
The appearance of Wen Xinya released the pent-up toxins and surging undercurrents in her heart. She began to feel that as long as she was driven away, she would be the real eldest daughter of the Wen family.
But when Wen Xinya walked towards her with all the radiance in her body, the inferiority deep in her heart suddenly burst out. She was like her destined enemy. If she didn't defeat her, she would never find her confidence and herself.
Ning Shuqian rubbed her back distressedly and soothed her softly, "Yuya, Mom knows you are wronged and in pain. Mom is also sad and upset, but you must be well and watch how Mom deals with that little bitch Wen Xinya. I will take back the pain she inflicted on you a hundred times, a thousand times."
"Mom, how can we defeat her? She is so powerful. It seems that everything we do is calculated by her, and then she uses it and turns it into a weapon to hurt us." Wen Yuya seemed to hear the nightmare-like voice in her ears, and she felt like she was bound by something and couldn't break free.
Ning Shuqian felt a heart-wrenching pain when she saw her usually confident daughter like this: "Don't worry, leave everything to mom. I will definitely avenge you."
"Mom, I want that bitch, she can't live, and she can't die." At this time, there was a devil living in Wen Yuya's heart, and its long tentacles dragged her into the abyss, all the way into the bottomless abyss of hell.
After much difficulty in coaxing Wen Yuya to sleep, she was still trapped in a nightmare, mumbling in pain, struggling and crying. Seeing her daughter in such pain and despair, Ning Shuqian gritted her teeth and made that call!
Although she knew that the more she begged him, the deeper she would fall in the future, she could no longer care about that at the moment. She had to make Wen Xinya pay the price.