Cheng Xiaohong looked at her mother, her face filled with tension and fear.
But her eyes held even more resentment toward her mother's favoritism for sons over daughters and her unfair treatment.
Now that she had heard what I said, she was no longer so afraid of her.
She stepped forward and said to Zhou Chunmei, who stood in the doorway:
"Mom, you're my mother.
Why? Why have you treated me this way ever since I was little?
Why won't you let me go even after you're dead?
I'm your biological daughter!
Do you really want me dead? Do you want me to marry Lin Erniu, who's already dead?
You're a woman too. Why must you treat me like this? Why?
Can't I have a life of my own?
I don't understand. I don't understand..."
Cheng Xiaohong's voice grew louder and louder. By the final few words, she was practically shouting.
Her emotions surged violently, and her eyes welled up again.
But this time, she wasn't afraid in the slightest. Instead, it was as if she had finally vented all the unwillingness and resentment buried deep inside her heart.
Zhou Chunmei, standing in the doorway, did not change expression in the slightest.
She continued to glare venomously at her daughter and said fiercely:
"You little bastard, you never should have lived, much less lived so well.
Your existence is an insult to me.
I want you dead. The more miserable your death, the happier I'll be."
Zhou Chunmei spoke hoarsely, her black eyes fixed viciously on Cheng Xiaohong.
That gaze was not directed at her own child at all.
Rather, it was the look one gave a sworn enemy.
The few of us standing nearby were rather confused by this.
Who called their own daughter a "bastard"?
If her daughter