The sound of the door opening ca, and Wang Xia saw that small, slender figure. She stood up and walked over, "Is Rong thirsty? Mom will get you so water."
Hairong walked past her without glancing sideways, as if he hadn’t heard the woman’s words.
Wang Xia followed closely behind, as if she was already accustod to the child’s attitude towards her, bending down and continuing, "Is Rong still mad at Mom? You know, those closed aristocratic schools are very expensive, and with our current situation, Mom really can’t afford to send you to such a school. Besides, you’re only six years old, how can you take care of yourself? The elentary school here is also pretty good. Mom will find a small table for you at lunchti, and in the afternoon, Mom can take you ho. Isn’t that good?"
Hairong still didn’t spare a glance for Wang Xia, and walked directly to the table, struggling to pick up the thermos bottle, pouring a cup of water, watching the steaming hot air, waiting for it to cool down.
Wang Xia hurriedly took out a bottle of drink from the fridge and handed it over, "Rong, it’s so hot, have this. This is Rong’s favorite drink, isn’t it?"
As she spoke, she twisted the bottle cap open and held it up in front of Hairong.
Hairong stretched out his small hand, originally intending to push away the drink bottle, but Wang Xia mistakenly thought Hairong was going to take the drink bottle, and at the mont both reached out, the bottle dropped directly onto the ground.
"Bang—"
The glass bottle shattered into pieces, and the drink spilled out.
Wang Xia looked at the shards on the ground, her heart breaking into pieces along with them.
Then looking at Hairong, as if nothing had happened, he turned his head again, staring at his cup, all the grievance accumulated over days burst out.
"Rong, what do you want Mom to do? What more do you want? Isn’t what Mom has done enough? What else are you dissatisfied with? That you tornt Mom like this."
Wang Xia saw Hairong still staring at his cup of water, and reached out to straighten his small body. "Rong, look at Mom, please look at Mom, Mom has nothing left, only you, can you bear to treat Mom like this?"
Hairong finally lifted up his eyes to glance at Wang Xia, then imdiately broke free from her hands, "Mom, isn’t this exactly what you wanted?"
After speaking, he turned his head again, picked up the cup and started sipping the water.
Looking at his calm deanor and that disdainful gaze, Wang Xia’s heart was bleeding.
Once upon a ti, her Hairong always had a sunny smile for her, no matter how hard or tired she was, seeing that little face, she felt everything she did was worthwhile.
And his thoughtfulness, at three years old, seeing her working hard at household chores, would always help, his heart and eyes only had her, this mother, even standing united with her.
But now...
"What I wanted?" Wang Xia forced a bitter smile, tears involuntarily streaming down, "Rong, do you know that we have nothing now, Mom has been looking for work for a month without any prospects, and if this continues, our life itself becos a problem, and all this is caused by An Ran, it’s all because she hard us like this..."
"Mom, stop saying it," Hairong interrupted Wang Xia, "Didn’t you say my dad is Uncle Mu?"
Wang Xia looked at Hairong’s somber eyes, a panic rising in her heart, "Hairong, it’s Mom’s fault, Mom shouldn’t have hidden this from you. But I was also afraid that at your young age, you’d feel inferior for not having a father, and I was even more afraid you’d be sad."
"Why should I feel inferior? My dad is a hero, soone I’m proud of. The only sadness is that my biological mom has always hidden it from ; I grew up to six years old without knowing who my dad is. Mom, since you know Uncle Mu is not my dad, then everything we’ve faced is because of ourselves. You can’t bla An, Aunt An Ran. Uncle Mu clearly belongs to Aunt Ran, she didn’t do anything targeting us."
After speaking, Hairong went back to his room, leaving Wang Xia squatting there alone, heartbroken, her teeth gritted audibly.
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