Chapter 129: The Secret of Xiaofeng’s Birth (Second Update)

Chapter 129: Chapter 129: The Secret of Xiaofeng’s Birth (Second Update)Luo Yuzhu did not think she was at fault, the problem was Xiaofeng, it was Xiaofeng who was ungrateful, who forgot the good done to her. Luo Yuzhu had not wanted to unearth this secret, but Xiaofeng had forced her hand so harshly. Old Guaizi’s body trembled. He thought about hitting Luo Yuzhu, but his body would not move, his whole body was weak, and even his throat struggled to make a sound. His hands fell, like a dejected old man, his voice hoarse and weak, "You said Xiaofeng is not our daughter, then where is our daughter? When you were giving birth that year, I was standing right outside the delivery room, watching with my own eyes as our daughter was born." Luo Yuzhu stood behind the sofa, watching Old Guaizi shrink like an old man, feeling somewhat sympathetic, but as things had come to this point, "Our daughter was just a month old then. You were still working in the city at that time. I was playing with our daughter, do you remember? That day, I was cooking, and our daughter was sleeping right in the middle of the bed." Speaking of her eldest daughter, tears streamed down Luo Yuzhu’s face like rain, "After cooking, I was about to breastfeed her. I just picked her up when, out of nowhere, a rat jumped out. I almost reflexively threw her out..." She was truly frightened, reflexively throwing the baby in her hands, only to realize afterward that she had thrown her own daughter. But the daughter, having fallen directly onto the cold concrete floor, showed an ashen face and died without even a single cry. At that moment, she was stunned, her mind completely blank, at a loss for what to do. "Did you just let our daughter die like that?" Old Guaizi closed his eyes, tears of age streaming down. Luo Yuzhu gave a bitter smile, "Yes, it was an accident, an accident, do you understand?" She had killed her own daughter; did she feel good about it? She did not, which was why she didn’t want to see Xiaofeng all these years, nor did she even want to think of her. The sight of Xiaofeng reminded her of her deceased daughter. "Then what’s the deal with Xiaofeng? I remember when I returned that night, Xiaofeng had a bandage on her head. You said she accidentally bumped it. Because the bandage was on and she was young, I didn’t notice anything different about the child. Moreover, you went back home the next day, and it was a month later when you returned, by which time Xiaofeng had grown quite a bit." "It’s also a strange coincidence. That day I hurried to the hospital, and in the garden at the hospital entrance, I saw a little baby. That baby was about the same age as our daughter and looked almost identical in her sleep. Something moved in my heart, and just like that..." Yes, she left her own daughter there and walked away with the baby girl. "You, you..." Old Guaizi, hearing this, raised his arm again, his finger pointing at Luo Yuzhu, "How could you do such a thing, to just throw away our daughter like that, you..." Luo Yuzhu’s face flashed with distress. If it were merely picking up a foundling, she could face it, but... yes, this was the disgraceful past of Luo Yuzhu. "So Xiaofeng should be thankful to us, thankful that we raised her to adulthood. Although I’ve never really cared for her from childhood, picking her up was the greatest favor I could do for her." "Luo Yuzhu, I’ve never wronged you, why do you treat me this way?" Old Guaizi’s tears flowed freely, "Whether Xiaofeng is my biological daughter or not, in my heart, she is my daughter." "I don’t care how you treat her, nor do I want to care." Luo Yuzhu straightened her back, her tone much more confident, "But I still have the Lin Family, and from now on, I have nothing to do with her. When she comes back, you tell her, if she slanders me and the Lin Family again, don’t blame me, her mother, for disowning her." Outside in the yard, He Ximei stood to one side, watching Su Xiaofeng. What to say, she hadn’t expected things to turn out this way. Xiaofeng is not Guaizi’s biological child, she is not. For eighteen years, Guaizi had treated Xiaofeng as his own daughter for eighteen years. Could Guaizi cope with this? Just as she was thinking this, she saw Xiaofeng toss the bags of snacks in her hand and head straight for the living room, "I even said, if she were really my mother, how could she have ignored me for so many years? It turns out you’re not my real mom." Luo Yuzhu heard Su Xiaofeng’s voice and instinctively looked in her direction. The figure was tall, her eyes and eyebrows sharp and mocking, a Xiaofeng she had never seen before. Under her influence, Xiaofeng had always spoken to her without daring to look at her, keeping her head down, acting the part of the well-behaved child. Sёarᴄh the nôvelFire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Shifting her stance, Luo Yuzhu spoke now that things were out in the open, "Yes, you’re quite lucky. My daughter died and then you showed up. Had it not been for my softened heart at losing my daughter, you might have ended up anywhere. So people really should be grateful and not act ungratefully." She had spoken so clearly, Xiaofeng should understand. Xiaofeng walked up to Guaizi and gently helped her up, "Ms. Luo, rest assured, since you are not my birth mother, I naturally will not disturb you anymore, but please do not disturb me either, otherwise, I don’t know what I might do to you." Luo Yuzhu had nothing to do with her; she didn’t even want to look at her one more time. When Luo Yuzhu talked about the past, she hesitated, clearly hiding something. Whatever she was concealing, the truth would come out one day. Luo Yuzhu listened to her lifeless voice, her heart shocked, feeling as if something was drifting away from her. "You’d better remember, if I ever hear you spreading rumors about me and the Lin Family behind my back again, I will not let you go," Luo Yuzhu gathered her spirits and straightened her clothes before leaving. "Wait," Su Xiaofeng stopped her. Luo Yuzhu looked over, watching Xiaofeng walk towards her step by step, her hands involuntarily clutching her purse tightly. "I don’t understand why you brought me home back then, but you did bring me home, and that’s a favor," Su Xiaofeng looked at Luo Yuzhu. She had studied psychology and knew from Luo Yuzhu’s expression and tone that she was clearly panicking. She slowly moved closer to Luo Yuzhu, staring directly into her eyes, "You’re saying that you picked me up at the hospital entrance?" "Yes, at that time you were as big as my daughter, and you looked very similar when you were asleep." Luo Yuzhu met her gaze, suddenly feeling panicked; Xiaofeng’s eyes were like a conversation, pitch black, like a vortex, pulling people in. Moving back instinctively, she swallowed her saliva and masked the nervousness on her face, "Knowing that I have done you a favor should be enough. One must not be ungrateful. I ask myself, I’ve done nothing wrong to you, you have no reason to resent me. If you must blame someone, blame your parents for why they left you." Xiaofeng looked at her, her voice extremely enticing, "So, I really was picked up by you at the hospital entrance, were there other people around then?" "There was a young couple nearby at that time," Luo Yuzhu regretted after she had spoken. "Was I that young couple’s child?" Su Xiaofeng asked again. Luo Yuzhu suddenly covered her face, "No, no, you were the one I picked up." "Luo Yuzhu, there’s something wrong with what you’re saying. You’re saying the child wasn’t that couple’s, it’s as if you swapped the child in front of them and they just stood there without reacting," He Ximei found it odd. If there was no one around, Luo Yuzhu bringing the child home might make sense, but with others nearby, swapping a dead infant for a live one without others intervening didn’t seem likely. "Maybe they threw the child away, they would have been glad I took it away; how could there be any reaction?" The things from the past had weighed on her chest for too long; today felt like a volcanic eruption, an urgency to relieve herself of the burden, "Besides, that woman was probably sick at that moment, and the man was taking care of her; how could he care about what I was doing?" Su Xiaofeng nodded, "So you mean to say, back then, the young mother suddenly fell ill, the young father set the baby aside to take care of his wife, and you saw the child at the side..." "You’re spouting nonsense." Luo Yuzhu suddenly became agitated: "That child wasn’t theirs at all, you were an unwanted child, it was me who picked you up and allowed you to grow up." Luo Yuzhu spoke as she walked outside: "Even if I don’t have the grace of birthing you, I have the grace of picking you up." Xiaofeng watched her emotions burst in an instant—this indicated that her words had hit Luo Yuzhu’s sore spot. That meant it was likely that the young mother had been ill, the anxious young father had set the baby aside, and Luo Yuzhu had then switched the child. Watching Luo Yuzhu leave, He Ximei watched Guaizi and Xiaofeng, unsure of how to begin, or whom to comfort—the girl or Guaizi. "Xiaofeng," He Ximei spoke, "you can’t completely believe what Luo Yuzhu says; it might just be a lie she made up to keep you from looking for her. She’s grown accustomed to a good life and fears that your appearance might disrupt it, so she can make up anything." She truly wished Luo Yuzhu was lying.