The good wife and mother worked herself to death, and was reborn to win the game

She didn't know why such a good child had to suffer like this?

She couldn't understand why the child didn't resist?

If she really wanted to take him away, given the level of control Li Qidong had over him, she could knock him out and take him away at any time.

But the child has grown up and gradually has his own ideas.

She knew that even if she forced him, he would not be willing even if he was taken away.

What if they escaped on the way and something happened? He could remember things now, and he might resent them for it.

She wanted to take him away, but not in this way.

She hoped that he would go with them willingly and would not regret it after he left.

She was not completely wealthy now and could not provide him with particularly good conditions.

But she could promise that as long as he followed her, she would give him everything she could.

After a brief period of calm, sounds of beating and scolding soon came from the room, followed by the crying of the child Mengmeng.

Jiang Wan's emotions were completely out of control. She ran out from behind the tree, wishing she could tear Li Qidong to pieces right away.

"This beast is beating people again! Why is this beast so mean?"

"He does nothing every day and is raised by a child at such a young age. What right does he have to beat him, no matter what the reason is?"

"This kid is so hardworking and capable, and he hasn't caused any trouble for anyone. Why does this bastard treat him like this?"

Jiang Wan clenched his fists so hard that they creaked, looking like he was about to hit someone fiercely.

"Let's go, let's go to the mountain first and come back to block them tomorrow morning."

Cheng Jinnian was afraid that Jiang Wan would do something impulsive, so he quickly hugged her and took her up the mountain.

Jiang Wan turned back unwillingly, the anger in his heart continuing to accumulate.

Li Qidong, who was drunk at home, suddenly felt a chill on his back and felt that many bad things were about to happen.

He was originally cursing at home, but suddenly he became much quieter.

Before he fell down, the little boy had just brought him the hangover soup he had cooked, but because he was feeling upset, he knocked the soup over.

"Get out! I don't need your hangover soup!"

"You useless piece of shit. You act like a dumb person every day. I raised you for nothing!"

"You and your runaway are as disgusting as your mother. I want to vomit when I see you. Don't show up in front of me again!"

Although Li Qidong was drunk, he spoke very fluently.

Under any other circumstances, the little boy would have been heartbroken after hearing these words, but now he just stood calmly at the door.

After he stood there for a while, Li Qidong suddenly became furious.

"Little bastard, didn't you hear me telling you to get out?"

Li Qidong struggled to get up from the bed, but he was so dizzy that he couldn't get up at all.

"Why do you hate me so much?"

The little boy stared into his eyes and asked word by word.

"Don't you like talking? Don't you never speak to me? You've always been pretending to be dumb, so what gives you the right to come and question me today?"

"I've raised you for so many years, but I've never seen you call me dad!"

"Now you ask me why I hate you? Don't you think about it? What's the point of having a son like you, a dumb person who doesn't like to talk?"

"Look at your lifeless state. You look like a waste. Who do you think would like you?"

"That is to say, I don't mind you and have raised you to this age. If it were someone else, I would have thrown you out long ago!"

Li Qidong was talking nonsense, and his words sounded disorganized, but in fact the meaning was very clear.

His words were full of disdain, and his eyes were filled with hatred for him.

"Isn't it the parents' responsibility to raise their children? Why did you do this to me? Why did you say these things to me?"

The little boy looked at him in disbelief. Li Qidong vomited and then let out a strange laugh.

"Because I just hate you and I just don't like you! Why should I be nice to you if I don't even like you? Who do you think you are?"

Li Qidong's smile became colder and colder, and then he spat out a large mouthful with a "wow" sound.

The air was filled with the stench of food and wine.

The smell was so strong that it made people feel sick. If it were the little boy in the past, he would immediately get him some water to wipe the dirt and help him clean up the dirt on the ground.

But now, he suddenly felt that all the strength in his body was drained, and he had no energy to do such a thing at all.

He just looked at Li Qidong with a cold face, and after a long time he asked a question with difficulty.

"Besides my personality, is there any other reason why you hate me so much?"

"What, what's the reason?"

At this time, Li Qidong was already a little drowsy and his lisp was slurred when he spoke.

"For example, I'm not your biological son at all."

Although he didn't want to admit it, the little boy still asked this question with great difficulty.

Li Qidong was obviously stunned when he heard this, and he did not answer his question immediately.

Instead, he lay on the pillow and rested for a while before suddenly smiling and saying this.

"So what if it is? So what if it isn't? Who else would want you except me?"

"I'm telling you, you little bitch, don't have any messed up ideas."

"If you're thinking of leaving me like your asshole mother is, do you believe I'll break your legs if I find out?"

"I spent so much money to bring you back... and raised you from such a young age, wasn't it just so that you could take care of me in my old age and honor me for the rest of your life?"

"If you want to escape from my grasp, I'm going to kill you, ugh—"

Li Qidong spat out another large mouthful of food and wine as he said this. All the food and wine he had eaten and drunk came out with a loud bang.

The disgusting stench in the room became thicker and thicker, and the little boy frowned in disgust.

Listening to every word his father said, his heart grew colder and colder, sinking deeper and deeper into the abyss.

He frowned as he looked at the mess on the floor, then returned to his room without saying a word.

He really couldn't treat a man who treated him like a beast of burden and never fulfilled his fatherly responsibilities since he was a child as his closest person.

But if you think about it carefully, he only has this relative, and his father is unreliable, what will he do in the future?

After a simple wash, the little boy returned to the room, lit the kerosene lamp, and then took down the mirror on the wall.

The mirror on the wall was hung on a nail and had long been broken. Since he was a boy, he never used it.

This time, after he took the mirror down, he scrubbed it very clean, making sure the surface was shiny and could reflect everything clearly.

He turned the mirror sideways behind himself, then turned his head and looked back out of the corner of his eye.

There was indeed a faint white crescent-shaped birthmark below his chest and above his waist.