There was laughter and merriment in the front of the house, but in the room converted from the woodshed in the back courtyard, the air was utterly cold and lonely.
Su Qiao slowly got up, shuffling in her battered black cloth shoes to the window. She fumbled around on the table and lit a candle, then returned to bed.
444 watched her unhurried movements.
They're discussing selling you off in the main room, and you're not worried?
Su Qiao kicked off her cloth shoes and sat cross-legged on the old blue-and-white quilt, her face utterly calm.
"Why should I be worried?"
Was she, Su Qiao, someone they could sell just because they wanted to?
Your dad and your mom are both completely useless.
444 was full of disdain.
"Ha. One favors sons over daughters and is blindly filial, while the other is despised by her husband and mother-in-law and mocked by her sisters-in-law and neighbors every day for not giving birth to a son. What use could either of them be?"
The Su family's eldest son—her cheap father, Su Guoqiang—had a soft temperament and listened to everything his mother said.
On top of that, he had been brainwashed by Old Lady Su over the years.
Deep down, he had already blamed his younger daughter for the incident that had injured his leg back then.
As for her mother, Xiao Aizhen, after giving birth to a daughter the first time, she had been under immense pressure. She had desperately hoped to give birth to a son the second time, only to end up with another daughter.
The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment, and that was where her resentment had come from.
Not only that, but on the day her second daughter was born, several heavy rains in a row