My Wife Is A Miracle Doctor In The 80s

Using the money from the daughter her former husband gave his life for, to support her other daughter.

Can you say this mother is selfish?

Yes, she is selfish towards Tang Yuxin, but selfless towards Wei Jiani.

All mothers are selfish and biased. All you could say is that she favors her other daughter, and Tang Yuxin, being incapable, could not win her mother’s love, and she doesn’t want such kind of motherly love in this life anyway.

She turned her face away, refusing to look at Sang Zhilan’s hypocritical face. Before her rancor sets in, she hopes that Sang Zhilan would no longer appear before her. Otherwise, each recollection of past life events would intensify her resentment.

Xinxin, Sang Zhilan was torn apart, she refused to believe that the daughter she gave birth to was unwilling to go with her, even rejecting her.

“I’m your mother, Xinxin, I’m your mother.”

“I know,” Tang Yuxin turned her little face back around, abruptly, her innocent face was adorned with a pair of bottomless black eyes that seem clear and bright but were actually inscrutable.

“Mother has a little sister now, she doesn’t need Xinxin.”

With her little mouth puckered up, the words she spat out, one word at a time, were tinged with an unexpected chilly gust of wind that unexpectedly made Sang Zhilan shudder. And the phrase ‘little sister’ also changed her complexion somewhat.

“Yuxin, what are you talking about? How can your mother possibly have a little sister?” Her voice harsh, she directly chastised her daughter. Yet, the panic in her eyes and the abrupt change in her voice tone, clearly revealed her angst.

Tang Zhinian, an honest man, might not understand. He probably thought that his daughter was referring to Sang Zhilan’s colleague’s child, whom she brought along, as her little sister. But it was not so. He was too naive, too trusting of Sang Zhilan. His assumptions were just that, assumptions. In reality, Sang Zhilan had long made him a cuckold. And this cuckoldry had lasted for over two years.

All Tang Yuxin did was to mention it. Whether it happened or not is not something that Sang Zhilan could deny by simply saying it didn’t. Heaven knows, earth knows, Tang Yuxin knows, and obviously, Sang Zhilan herself knows too.

The affair she had, the child she bore.

She can’t deny it.

In the end, Sang Zhilan became conscience-stricken. She was wondering if Tang Yuxin had seen something. But that was impossible. Jiani was only two years old and had always been with Wei Tian. She had never been to Li Tang Village and, naturally, she hadn’t mentioned anything to Tang Yuxin.

But Tang Yuxin clearly had never seen Jiani, and she was just three years old. How did she know all this?

But Sang Zhilan’s heart was uneasy because of Tang Yuxin’s words. Perhaps it was guilt; she was scared and was afraid of being found out.

Upon seeing Sang Zhilan appearing distraught, coupled with the words Tang Yuxin had just uttered, particularly the phrase ‘little sister’, Tang Zhijun had a sudden sinking feeling.

Could it be that Sang Zhilan had someone else and so insisted on divorcing his brother?

Sang Zhilan no longer insisted on taking the child, and Mother Sang felt her face burn. Why did people look at her so strangely, as if she was exposed and surrounded by others?

They didn’t take their belongings, refused to take money, and didn’t even mention the child. The family came in haste and left as if fleeing in disarray.

“Big brother, don’t you think this is strange?” After seeing off the villagers and expressing his gratitude, when Tang Zhijun returned, he discussed the matter with Tang Zhinian.