Rebirth and Revenge: The Black-bellied Prostitute

"Aunt Yun, this joke is not funny at all. I only have one mother, and her name is Yun Qiandu."

She admits that Aunt Yun treats her very well, but it doesn't mean that Aunt Yun can replace her mother's position in her heart.

Xia Chiwan avoided Yun Qiandu's confession in panic, "Aunt Yun, I know I had a fight with you, Master Li, and I'm in a bad mood, but don't make fun of this kind of thing."

Her mother is dead, so how could Aunt Yun be her mother?

If Aunt Yun is really her mother, doesn't that mean that her mother doesn't want her, and would rather live in the valley with Li Fengtang and give birth to Li Wan'er?

No, she absolutely cannot accept such a fact.

Her mother loves her, and it is absolutely impossible for her mother to abandon her!

Xia Chiwan already has a father like Xia Boran, and she is absolutely unwilling to accept another situation where she abandons herself for a man, forms another family with that man, or even has a new child.

"Wan'er, I am your mother, I am Yun Qiandu, and I am your mother."

Yun Qiandu never knew what kind of pain it was to feel sad, and how painful it was not to be recognized by her daughter.

"No!" Xia Chiwan shook her head: "My mother is not like you!"

Looking at Yun Qiandu's eyes full of love and pain, Xia Chiwan gritted her teeth and denied it.

"Grandma once told me that I look very much like my mother, even my grandfather, so, you, no, yes."

Xia Chiwan took a deep breath, she wished countless times that her mother was still alive.

But if her expectations come true and she has to face such a cruel fact, Xia Chiwan said that her ability to bear it is not strong enough.

Since he didn't recognize her at that time, why bother to recognize her today.

She would rather just know that the woman in front of her is her Aunt Yun, not her mother.

"No..." Yun Qiandu cried out in pain, crying so hard that she couldn't help herself, she didn't know how to unseal the coldness in Xia Chiwan's eyes.

"Wow..." Maybe she felt the pain of Yun Qiandu's grandmother, or she was frightened by Yun Qiandu's crying.

In short, An'er, who was staying in Xia Chiwan's arms, was crying heartbreakingly, and Xia Chiwan couldn't coax her no matter what.

"An'er doesn't cry, An'er doesn't cry." Seeing his precious grandson crying so badly, Yun Qiandu couldn't care less about crying himself, so he quickly coaxed An'er.

Xia Chiwan was shocked to find that she couldn't coax An'er, but An'er gradually stopped crying under Yun Qiandu's comfort.

Xia Chiwan took a deep breath, and put An'er in Yun Qiandu's arms.

Perhaps An'er still had some memories of Yun Qiandu, so she slowly calmed down while staying in Yun Qiandu's warm embrace.

Holding An'er's warm and soft body, Yun Qiandu burst into tears again. This is her grandson, the grandson she loves the most.

No wonder she fell in love with Wan'er as soon as she saw her that day, and felt a pain in her bones for An'er.

Because these people are all her close blood!

Under Yun Qiandu's comfort, An'er stopped crying and hiccupped.

Then, An'er rubbed her eyes, looked at Yun Qiandu, and then at Xia Chiwan.

Finally, An'er stretched out her forearms like lotus root, wanting to be hugged by Xia Chiwan.

Xia Chiwan took An'er, held her in her arms and coaxed An'er to sleep.

But Yun Qiandu didn't want to let go of the small stove in his arms, but let go of An'er.