An Yan pointed at the wounds on her daughter’s body: "Didn’t you hear? Zhong Sheng is sick!"
She lowered her voice when she said this.
An Yan felt heartache looking at her daughter’s wounds: "You’re not even married yet, and he’s already hitting you! What will you do in the future?"
An Wen placed her other intact hand under the quilt, clenching it tightly.
Her complexion was still a bit pale, but her tone was extrely firm: "So what?"
She raised her head to look at An Yan, with a gleam in her eyes that An Yan couldn’t understand: "If I marry him, I’ll be the Young Madam of the Zhong Family. I’ll have endless money, be able to buy anything I want, and no one will ever mock for being a wild bird trying to perch on high branches..."
Her eyes were bright, but her tone grew increasingly intense: "This is my chance, Mom! Now I realize, if Zhong Sheng didn’t have this illness, I wouldn’t even have the chance to marry him!"
It seems as though all parents in the world consider their children most important.
So An Yan still tried to persuade her daughter: "What if he continues to hit you?"
An Wen fell silent: "During the day, I’ll stay with the servants, and at night... if he doesn’t get sick, he won’t harm ."
This ant she couldn’t guarantee anything herself.
Seeing her mother wanting to say sothing else, An Wen shook her head.
"I know. If I get married, my life might be hard."
An Wen smiled indifferently: "But what does it matter? My current life isn’t good either. I’m tired of days where I have to be penny-pinching just to buy a piece of clothing. I won’t regret it!"
An Yan eventually left.
On the day of An Wen’s wedding, she didn’t show up.
Because although the Zhong Family could accept a daughter-in-law from a poor background, they couldn’t tolerate having a family involved with a mistress—so much so that they even hid An Wen’s background, claiming she was a top university graduate from a poor family.
Gu Shengyin didn’t attend the wedding, but she saw the newspaper.
On the newspaper, An Wen wore exquisite makeup and smiled blissfully while holding Zhong Sheng’s arm; the two looked very affectionate.
Gu Shengyin glanced at it and turned her face away.
No one would know, just the night before, the bride had suffered violence, and even now, underneath her pristine white wedding dress, there lay shocking bruises.
This was the path An Wen chose for herself.
She chose to live in the glamour in others’ eyes, so she must swallow those unspeakable bitter fruits.
The system inford Gu Shengyin that Zhong Sheng’s condition could no longer be controlled.
He would only beco more irritable, and his propensity for violence would beco more severe.
Under such circumstances, instead of being the "redy," An Wen undoubtedly beca his primary target for venting.
In front of outsiders, Zhong Sheng and An Wen appeared deeply in love.
However, Gu Shengyin received frequent alerts from the system: An Wen was subjected to dostic violence again.
By this ti, Gu Shengyin no longer paid frequent attention to An Wen.
Because she knew, An Wen now had no energy to think about other matters.
Sotis she’d wonder if An Wen would ever regret it.
But such thoughts only flashed montarily through Gu Shengyin’s mind.
Whether An Wen regrets it or not, what does it have to do with her?
Gu Shengyin was pregnant.
When her pregnancy stabilized in the third month, rumors surfaced about Zhong Sheng and his wife getting a divorce.
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