boyutpedia Chapter 459 The Child Killed by His Own Mother 1
Chapter 459 The Child Killed by His Own Mother 1
After receiving the plot, Qingmo touched her round face and chubby cheeks. "Hehe, so cute."
As for the plot?
What's the plot?! There's no plot.
Because the original owner of this body died at only five years old in his previous life.
It was still her own mother who scolded her.
Reason: Her father cheated on her with another woman, and her mother wants to take her with her.
In the end, only the original owner remained.
The mother was devastated, but she eventually came to terms with reality.
She decisively divorced the scumbag and then found an honest man to start over.
Only the original owner was the one who was sacrificed.
No one was saddened by her departure.
Since both of them have started new families, they are happy to have gotten rid of this burden.
This woman is truly insane when she gets going.
Her husband cheated on her, but instead of confronting the cheating man or the mistress, she took out all her anger on her daughter.
Use her to threaten the scumbag.
Weren't they getting a divorce?
If you divorce me, I'll take your daughter and die with me.
The scumbag's name is Lin Jiansheng. He hasn't been home for three months in order to elope with his mistress, Qin Mi.
Zhong Lifang panicked. In order to force her husband to come home and not divorce her, she came up with the idea of taking sleeping pills.
But Lin Jiansheng didn't believe she would commit suicide and completely ignored her.
Zhong Lifang promptly gave the original owner sleeping pills, and also took some herself, though she took a smaller dose than the original owner.
The original owner was still a child, and his body was naturally not as strong as an adult's. He couldn't withstand the strain and couldn't be saved.
Zhong Lifang, however, was rescued.
Lin Jiansheng still felt a little guilty about the child's death, so he did not blame his wife, but only asked for a divorce.
Otherwise, I will sue her.
The original owner's mother suddenly realized something and felt that the scumbag was not worth it.
She wants to live well, to live for herself.
Qingmo couldn't help but roll her eyes.
"What kind of bizarre thing is this...?"
She looked down at her chubby little hands and pinched her round cheeks; she was still a child.
The original owner's father hasn't been home for two months now.
In another month, the original owner's mother will be on the verge of a breakdown and will start giving herself medication.
Or should we just leave it all there?
Qingmo ran to the bathroom with her short legs, stood on a small stool, and looked in the mirror.
The little girl in the mirror had two braids, a round face, and big eyes; she looked innocent and adorable.
She is so beautiful.
Just then, I heard the sound of a key turning outside the door.
Zhong Lifang entered the house carrying a vegetable basket, her face looking haggard.
She's only 28 years old, but the fatigue on her face makes her look ten years older.
Her husband never came home and insisted on divorcing her. She had to take care of the children and go to work all by herself, and she was truly exhausted.
But she had been married to him for six years and had known him for ten. How could she possibly sever this relationship so easily?
Qingmo peeked her little head out of the bathroom, blinked her big eyes at Zhong Lifang, and called out in a childish voice, "Mommy!"
When Zhong Lifang saw her, she was furious.
If she were a son, would her husband not divorce her?
If the mistress is also carrying a daughter, will the husband change his mind and come back to her?
Zhong Lifang grew angrier the more she thought about it. She threw the vegetable basket on the ground, strode over to Qingmo, and raised her hand to hit her.
Oh open!
Qingmo pulled out a pair of scissors from behind her back and stabbed her hand.
Zhong Lifang cried out in pain, looking at her bleeding palm in disbelief, then looked up at her daughter.
Qingmo tilted her head and gave a naive smile: "Mommy, does it hurt?"
Zhong Lifang's face instantly turned ugly.
"What...what are you doing?!" she demanded sharply.
Qingmo still held the blood-stained scissors in her hand. The little girl walked step by step toward Zhong Lifang: "Mom hit me first!"
"I thought it wouldn't hurt Mom, but it hurts so much every time Mom hits Yu Yu."
Her innocent little face was now filled with sadness and sorrow.
Zhong Lifang was naturally not intimidated by her.
Can a little kid really defy the heavens?
Zhong Lifang raised her hand in uncontrollable rage: "You little beast, who taught you to treat your mother like this?!"
Qingmo nimbly dodged, tilting her little face up, her eyes flashing with a calmness beyond her years: "Mom, Dad doesn't want you anymore, so you're going to take it out on me?"
These words struck Zhong Lifang like a knife to her sore spot.
She trembled all over, tears welling up in her eyes: "What...what nonsense are you talking about..."
Qingmo toddled over to the sofa with her short legs, then laboriously climbed up and sat down.
Swinging her two short legs, she said, "Mommy, I can let Daddy go home!"
"What did you say?"
Upon hearing that her husband could come home, Zhong Lifang immediately forgot about the pain in her hand.
Qingmo blinked her big eyes, looking completely innocent: "I said, I can let Daddy go home."
She wiggled her little feet, "But Mommy has to promise me you won't hit me anymore!"
Zhong Lifang's chest heaved violently as she stared at her daughter for a full ten seconds.
Suddenly, he sneered, "Little brat, what do you know? Your father is completely infatuated with that vixen."
"Don't even mention me. He doesn't even want you, his own daughter. What can you do?"
Zhong Lifang took a deep breath: "As long as you can get your dad home, Mom promises she won't hit you anymore and will treat you well. What can you do?"
"It's very simple."
Qingmo gave a sweet smile.
"If Mom just calls Dad and says you agree to the divorce and that he has to bring that mistress back, I guarantee Dad will change his mind."
"What did you say? You agree to a divorce?"
Zhong Lifang's voice sounded like it was being squeezed out between clenched teeth, "Do you know what divorce means?"
"I know, if we get divorced, I'll be an unwanted orphan, so I won't let my parents get divorced."
Her voice was childlike, yet it revealed a maturity beyond her years, quite different from how she usually acted when she was being beaten.
Zhong Lifang's brows furrowed even more.
She took a few steps closer, looking down at her daughter: "Who taught you this? Did your father secretly contact you?"
Qingmo rolled her eyes inwardly.
"Mom," she tapped her temple with her little finger, "I thought of it myself."
“I overheard you talking to your dad on the phone. He wants a divorce because he had a child with another woman.”
"But... what if that aunt doesn't have children anymore?"
“Then Dad will still be Yu Yu’s Dad, and no one can take him away.”
Lifang's palms throbbed slightly as she stared at her daughter's innocent, smiling face.
The question, "What if that aunt doesn't have children anymore?" slithered into her ears like a venomous snake.
Yes! No children.
How could her husband abandon her and her daughter?
Zhong Lifang suddenly felt a chill.
Is the little girl sitting in front of her really her daughter who only knows how to cry?
How could she come up with such a vicious idea?
"Mom, let's make a phone call."
Reason told Zhong Lifang that she shouldn't listen to a child's nonsense, but deep down, a secret pleasure was also rising within her.
She not only wanted to keep her husband, but also wanted to get revenge on the mistress who destroyed her family.
She wrapped her hand in gauze and then dialed the number anyway.
The phone rang for a long time before it was answered.
Lin Jiansheng's impatient voice came through: "What is it now? I already said the divorce agreement is—"
"I agree to the divorce."
Zhong Lifang interrupted him, her voice surprisingly calm.
"But you must bring her to my home to talk tomorrow at 3 p.m., or you won't be allowed to come back."
There was silence on the other end of the phone for a few seconds.
"What tricks are you up to?" Lin Jiansheng asked warily.
"I've just figured it out. What? You don't want to leave?"
There was another moment of silence.
"See you tomorrow," Lin Jiansheng finally said, and hung up the phone.