Inside Xiao Aimin and Tian Guihua's room, both of them struggled to hide their anger beneath the dim lamplight.
"Just look at how obedient and capable that child is. How could they bear to push her into a pit of fire?"
"Su Baozhu is their daughter, but is Xiao Qiao not their own flesh and blood?
"They're actually this biased. In all the villages around here, I've truly never seen anyone like them."
Because Su Qiao's mother was her husband's biological older sister, Tian Guihua had never been able to say much even when she had grievances.
She would only occasionally stuff Su Qiao some food or pocket money, or make her a new outfit for the New Year.
But today, she really couldn't hold it in any longer.
Xiao Aimin was also deeply disappointed. "Tomorrow, I'll have a good talk with my sister."
A wave of pent-up anger clogged Tian Guihua's chest. If she didn't let it out, she wouldn't feel right.
"All these years, I've watched it all and felt the pain in my heart, but what could I do? She isn't my own child.
"If she were really my child, I'd cherish her to the bone. How could I bear to torment her like this?"
Ah, why hadn't Xiao Qiao been born from my womb?
Thinking about how she had been married for so many years yet her belly had remained useless, without even leaving the Xiao Family a single daughter, made her heart ache.
She dreamed of having a child.
"Xiao Qiao has a good heart. From now on, just protect her as if she were your own child."
Xiao Aimin put an arm around her shoulders.
He knew she was grieving again.
They had been married for over a decade, but she had never conceived.