Lu Ruixue looked at Wen Xiuqing in shock as she finished her long tirade, shaking her head and crying as she exclaimed, "I just knew I wasn't your real child! You're always blaming me! Why don't you say anything about my third brother's unfairness!"
Wen Xiuqing was fuming, her body quaking slightly as Ruixue insinuated that she wasn't her real mother. Her face paled, and she stuttered out in anger, "Ruixue, you really haven't had enough of being wronged, have you? How many times must you suffer before you realize, without self-reliance, there's no way to survive!"
At this point, Lu Ruixue had lost her ability to think logically. She felt that Wen Xiuqing was blaming her and favouring Lu Aiguo; furiously, she wailed, "What good have you done for me? It was the maid who nursed me with rice soup when I was born."
"Whenever I got into fights as a child, you never asked about right or wrong. You just said I was useless, dumb."
