Speaking of the past, Meng Qiancheng couldn't keep calm, with a hint of self-mockery, "When I was abroad, I was always beaten half to death by him because I was his woman and his brother had taken away what rightfully belonged to him. Since he couldn't torment that woman, he tormented me instead."
"Later I thought, if I returned to the country, to that woman's side, she would surely love me, but I didn't expect that she already had another child, and even their family of three was happily together, she never really cared about me."
Cheng Zhiwei coughed a couple of times from the blowing wind before she slowly asked, "Auntie Lin she..."
She wanted to say Lin Yu had it tough too, but realizing it was inappropriate to say so, she said, "You could actually show up in front of her and clarify your identity personally. I think, Auntie Lin would be very happy."
"How could she be happy? She has a better son, the fruit of love, unlike me, a child of sin."
