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Zhuang Shuqing sneered to herself. If she let her know where she lived, she was afraid it would be like three years ago, with her pestering her every day.
She wanted to lead a peaceful life with Lu Jinyang.
"No, my husband wouldn’t like it."
When Zhuang Shuqing mentioned her husband, Jiang Fu became a bit hesitant. If she wasn’t wrong, the young master Lu who was with her today must be her husband.
But then Jiang Fu thought that the Lu Family would never acknowledge Zhuang Shuqing, the orphan daughter-in-law, so she let her worries go.
"Miss Zhuang, I don’t have much to say today. I just want you to forget what happened three years ago. I don’t care who your current husband is. As long as you don’t mention what happened three years ago in front of my son, I can offer you..."
Zhuang Shuqing interrupted her sharply, her face growing increasingly colder. "Madam Si, don’t assume everyone is as indecent as you. Three years ago, I didn’t accept anything from you, and I certainly don’t need anything from you now, so please, go back and stop disturbing my life."
After Zhuang Shuqing left, Jiang Fu stood there for a long time before leaving.
Once home, Zhuang Shuqing curled up painfully on the couch.
Three years ago, three years ago...
She didn’t want to bring up what happened three years ago at all, but why would the person who made her miserable for so long come to her door so confidently, wanting to use the same method to keep her quiet about it?
But it was clearly she who mentioned it first!
The trauma from three years ago had long been diluted with time. Plus, her naive feelings for Si Nanchen were just budding back then; they couldn’t have been that profound.
What she couldn’t forget was everything Si Nanchen’s mother had done to her, ignoring her self-respect completely.
She always thought that avoiding her would let her deceive herself into living life, but reality proved to be much crueler than imagined.
After a while, Zhuang Shuqing fell asleep on the couch. The room was warm, but she curled up into a ball on the couch, looking particularly helpless and solitary.
That night, she slept restlessly.
In a haze, a woman was throwing money at her, laughing hideously with a look of disdain in her eyes, repeating the same lines:
"You’re an unwanted orphan with unknown parents. Who knows what dirty dealings birthed you."
"You have no father nor mother, what gives you the right to be with our Nanchen? All you do is bring him shame; you’re of no help to him."
"Let go, I’ll give you ten million if you stay away from him. You won’t have to worry about food or clothing for the rest of your life, even if you’re childless."
"No, that’s not true, I’m not a child unwanted by anyone, I’m not... I will have my own family, my own children, I’ll receive love from a man, my parents weren’t involved in dirty business..."
The living room echoed with Zhuang Shuqing’s cries of despair, but soon she awoke from the dream in tears.
She remembered that during the half year Si Nanchen disappeared, she would dream such scenes every night, and every night she would wake up crying from her dreams...
Back then, to avoid dreaming, she took on three part-time jobs besides her classes during the day. She would return to her dorm exhausted, take a shower, fall asleep, and usually sleep through till the next day.
It was since then that she gradually forgot what it felt like to be pointed at and scorned for having no parents.