Second Master, Madam, she is planning to kill someone again!

Xiao Dabao had quietly left the master bedroom.

His face was very pale, so white that it was a bit abnormal. There was a layer of sweat on his forehead, and his eyes showed a bit of struggle and pain.

"...It's useless for you to be angry." Xiao Dabao murmured, "There must be someone who knows you are sick, and there must be someone who can help you...this sister, you like it."

Xiao Dabao shook his head hard.

He stared at the closed door in front of him, and an almost innocent smile slowly appeared on his face.

"Mom..." Xiao Dabao murmured softly with nostalgia.

He slowly stretched out his hand towards the closed door

This is mom's room.

As long as you open the door, you can see your mother's figure.

She must be watering the jasmine flowers on the balcony. As long as he opens the door, her mother will open her arms to catch him.

She has a nice smell of flowers, she is beautiful, and her smile is gentle.

It's just that the time he can see his mother is limited. People in the Xiao family say his mother is a crazy woman, but how could she be a crazy woman?

Such a gentle and beautiful mother... Only her mother would buy him toys, hold him, and sing softly in Wu Nong's soft language.

They all call him Xiao Siyan and the eldest young master.

Only his mother calls him 'A Bao'.

'My Abao is not a happy child. '

'I'm so sorry...for giving birth to you and suffering. '

'Abao, don't stay in the Xiao family for your mother. You should live the life you like...'

'My Abao is such a beautiful child... It's not a good thing if a boy is too beautiful. '

'Abao, you should be more selfish in your life. '

'Abao, mother loves you...you have to remember...'

That is the mother who always smiles at him, always with a touch of sadness in her eyes. It is a sadness that is strong but helpless and can only be written off...

Except for aunt Xiao Siyin, everyone else in the Xiao family calls her the crazy woman in the villa...

Xiao Siyan was only allowed to see her two days a month.

Xiao Siyan chose the day of his and his mother's birthday.

August 8th is my mother’s birthday.

September 9th is his own.

"Mother……"

Xiao Dabao has already reached the door.

He rubbed his face and put on a bright smile to make himself look more boyish.

Today is his sixth birthday.

In front of his mother, he is not the successor of the Xiao family, he is her Abao, her six-year-old baby.

Xiao Siyan's face was filled with a happy and expectant smile

I wonder what gift my mother will prepare for him this year?

Last year he received a bamboo dragonfly made by his mother...

"Mom, Abao is here..."

Xiao Siyan pushed open the door.

The room was empty, the balcony door was open, the wind came in, lifted up the thin layer of white gauze, and sent the scent of jasmine in, but it couldn't cover up the stronger smell of blood.

There is also a rancid smell in it.

Six-year-old Xiao Siyan's smile froze.

The blood all over his body seemed to have gone cold, and the smell of decay penetrated his body.

Xiao Siyan slowly walked to the bathroom and opened the door. The dazzling scarlet color was like a bloody knife stabbing into his eyeballs...

On the other side, in Xiao Siyan's bedroom.

Xu Qinghuan opened the wooden box out of curiosity, and there was a thick diary inside.

It was Xiao Siyan's mother's diary, with dried tears remaining on every page... a record of a woman's pitiful half-life.

The year Xiao Siyan's mother Tan Xinjiao committed suicide, she was only twenty-six years old...

Xu Qinghuan flipped through the pages page by page, her mood ranging from shock and anger to despair.

Xiao Siyan's biological mother is named Tan Xinjiao.

She is a picturesque beauty who was raised in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River.

The story that followed was very cliché. The family business was in decline, the turnover was poor, and the upstream and downstream capital chains were cut off. Tan's father was so anxious that his hair turned gray overnight.

Tan Xinjiao, who was originally studying finance abroad, hurriedly returned home, thinking of spending time with her family to tide over the difficulties.

She accompanied her father everywhere, begging for help and soliciting investment.

That year Tan Xinjiao was nineteen years old.

It was in that year that she unfortunately met Xiao Siyan's father, Xiao Jueyi.

Although the noble son raised in a powerful and wealthy family is not recognized as the successor of the Xiao family, his wealth and methods are enough to make them think about life and death.

Twenty-six-year-old Xiao Jue was tired of looking at the flowers, and took a look at Tan Xinjiao, who was bowing down and toasting one by one at the wine table.

Her childish yet calm and composed face aroused his interest.

But she avoided him like a snake or a scorpion.

Xiao Jueyi found Tan's father and placed a blank check in front of him with any amount he wanted.

——This is the money the Tan family paid for selling their daughter.

Tan's father's hands were trembling. He gritted his teeth for the last time and filled in a series of astronomical figures one by one. It was enough to save Tan's family business for a hundred years...

Tan Xinjiao was drunk by her biological father and sent to Xiao Jueyi's bed.

She had quarreled and committed suicide. When she was lying on the hospital bed, her biological father, who was gray-haired and in tears, knelt in front of her and kowtowed to her.

'Jiaojiao, please help dad...it's dad who's sorry for you. Dad will be a cow or a horse for you in the next life...'

Tan Xinjiao closed her eyes, and her heart died at the sound of her father kowtowing without dignity.

Xiao Jueyi was leaning against the door, looking at this scene with peach blossom eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, like a devil.

That night, when Xiao Jueyi was on top of her, he pinched her neck and murmured with a mixture of love and hatred: "Jiaojiao, there are too many unfortunate people." You can't be that happy...I don't like...'

Later, Tan Xinjiao found out that she had met Xiao Jueyi a long time ago...