amaotonovel Chapter 468 The Child Killed by His Own Mother 10
Chapter 468 The Child Killed by His Own Mother 10
Life is never a smooth journey, but rather a daily ordeal.
Qingmo is still young and needs a guardian, so she naturally wouldn't let the couple die so soon.
Zhong Lifang is paralyzed in bed, and Lin Jiansheng, who has a disabled leg, has to take care of both his sick wife and his young daughter.
He actually really wanted to die, but he didn't dare; he didn't have the courage.
He did want to abandon his wife and children, but if he dared, he believed his daughter would definitely dare to kill him.
And he can't escape.
No matter where he went, Qingmo could find him.
Have the police bring him back, or have someone cyberbully him online to force him to come back.
Life was too hard, so he could only vent all his anger on his wife.
He roughly pried open Zhong Lifang's mouth and poured a bowl of scalding hot porridge into her mouth.
"Cough cough..."
Zhong Lifang choked and coughed, with the porridge dripping down her chin.
"Useless! You can't even eat properly!" Lin Jiansheng cursed, raising his hand to hit Zhong Lifang, often leaving her covered in bruises.
Sometimes, he even thought about poisoning his wife.
But he dared not; it would land him in jail.
He could only try his best to torture her, to make her die on her own, so that she would no longer be a burden to him.
Unfortunately, Zhong Lifang was lucky; she just couldn't die, and Qingmo was undoubtedly a part of that.
Fifteen years passed quickly in this chaotic life.
Qingmo has grown into a graceful young woman and has been admitted to a university not far from home.
Her father is just an ordinary sanitation worker who has been working himself to the bone to support her all these years.
As for her mother, Zhong Lifang.
He was still lying in bed, emaciated, with empty eyes, like a living corpse.
Lin Jiansheng, on the other hand, had long been worn down by life. He was hunched over and limped, going out to sweep the floor before dawn every day and taking care of his wife when he came back at night.
He dared not complain, dared not resist.
Because if he shows even the slightest dissatisfaction, Qingmo will let him know what "regret" means.
such as--
"Dad, did you slack off again today?"
Qingmo sat on the sofa, playing with a fruit knife in her hand, with a sweet smile.
Lin Jiansheng shuddered and quickly shook his head: "No, no! I swept two streets today!"
"is it?"
Qingmo tilted her head. "But I heard from Aunt Wang next door that you took a nap on a park bench this morning."
Lin Jiansheng's face turned deathly pale instantly, and he knelt down with a thud: "Yuyu, Dad was wrong! Dad will never dare to do it again!"
Qingmo sighed softly, stood up, walked to him, and looked down at him: "Dad, you're always like this. You really disappoint me."
"I……"
"Snapped!"
A resounding slap landed on Lin Jiansheng's face, knocking his head to the side. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, but he dared not utter a sound.
Qingmo withdrew her hand, still smiling: "Next time you slack off, it won't be as simple as a slap."
Lin Jiansheng covered his face and nodded repeatedly, "I...I understand..."
After years of training, his attitude became so humble that he was not like a father, but just a servant.
A servant who serves his daughter exclusively.
Qingmo turned around with satisfaction and walked towards Zhong Lifang's room.
As I pushed open the door, a faint scent of perfume wafted towards me.
It should smell bad, since paralyzed people have many inconveniences in their lives, but the saliva doesn't allow it.
She could tolerate Lin Jiansheng beating and scolding Zhong Lifang, but she absolutely would not allow him to be lazy and not clean up after her.
This is her home, and she doesn't like bad smells.
Zhong Lifang lay on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. When she heard a noise, she slowly turned her head.
Upon seeing Qingmo, his pupils constricted sharply, and his body trembled involuntarily.
"Mother."
Qingmo walked to the bedside and gently placed her hand on her bruised arm. "How are you feeling today?"
Zhong Lifang opened her mouth, but no sound came out.
Over the years, she has rarely spoken, and Lin Jiansheng often feeds her scalding hot food.
Her vocal cords had long since degenerated and been damaged, and she had lost even the basic ability to speak.
Qingmo gently stroked her face, her voice full of pity: "Mom, you're so pitiful."
"But it's okay, your dad and I will always take care of you."
She leaned down and whispered in Zhong Lifang's ear, "After all, you are my own mother."
Zhong Lifang's tears fell silently.
She remembered; she had remembered it all along—all the things from her past life.
She finally understood why her daughter had treated her this way.
Because she killed her own daughter with her own hands!
She must hate her!
Zhong Lifang's tears, mixed with regret, slid down her gaunt cheeks.
But she really didn't do it on purpose.
She only wanted to scare Lin Jiansheng; she never intended to actually die, nor did she ever think she would kill Lin Yuyu—her daughter.
At that time, little Yu Yu looked at her in the same way, silently asking with her clear eyes, "Mommy, why?"
But she didn't care; all she wanted was for her husband to come home.
And now, her daughter has returned.
She returned carrying memories of her past life and a deep-seated hatred.
Qingmo gently wiped away Zhong Lifang's tears and whispered, "Mom, don't cry."
"What's there to cry about? You're still alive, aren't you? I've died once, you know!"
Zhong Lifang trembled violently, making a "hoarse" sound from her throat, like the mournful cry of a dying beast.
Qingmo smiled.
She stood up and looked down at the heartless woman.
"Mom, don't worry, I won't let you die."
"After all, death is too easy, isn't it?"
"I will let you live, live a long, long life."
She turned and left the room, gently closing the door behind her.
Outside the door, Lin Jiansheng was kneeling on the floor wiping it. Hearing the noise, he trembled and didn't dare to lift his head.
Qingmo walked over and lifted his chin with her toes: "Dad, is the floor clean?"
Lin Jiansheng nodded quickly: "It's clean!"
Qingmo glanced at it and smiled with satisfaction: "Very good."
"Then let's make something delicious for Mom tonight."
Lin Jiansheng was taken aback: "Delicious?"
Qingmo tilted her head, her smile innocent: "Yes, Mom said she wants to eat it."
"What, Dad doesn't want to?" Qingmo's voice turned cold.
Lin Jiansheng quickly shook his head: "No, no! I'll do it right away!"
He scrambled towards the kitchen, fearing he would be beaten if he was even a step too slow.
He was indeed reluctant.
Because Qingmo usually stays at school and only comes back occasionally, they eat at home and are generally quite frugal.
Meat is such a precious thing, how could he usually afford to buy it?
It's no wonder he's stingy.
With a total monthly salary of 3000 yuan, Qingmo took 2500 yuan, leaving him with only 500 yuan for living expenses, which was far from enough.
Eat meat?!
Luxury, extremely luxury.
Besides, it was that useless wife who wanted to eat it, so he wasn't heartbroken.
That evening, Lin Jiansheng nervously carried a bowl of braised pork into Zhong Lifang's room.
Zhong Lifang swallowed unconsciously when she smelled the aroma.
Lin Jiansheng gritted his teeth, grabbed her chin, and shoved the meat into her mouth: "Eat! You eat it!"
Zhong Lifang struggled desperately, tears blurring her vision.
In a daze, she seemed to see Qingmo standing at the door, just looking at her coldly.
It seems to be asking a question.
"Mom, do you like this kind of life?"