Chapter 408 - 408 Endless Pain
408 Endless Pain
Madam Zhao could not bear the sudden truth. After Yan Qingyun left, she broke down and cried.
Su Sanlang’s throat was hoarse. At this moment, all the comfort seemed too weak.
His eyes were red and his other eye hurt.
His heart ached for Madam Zhao. If possible, he would rather never meet Madam Zhao than let her be harmed by his stepmother.!!
As Yan Mian, Madam Zhao should have been able to live a very happy life with her loving fiancé. That person who still remembered her was so sentimental. They could have married for the rest of their lives.
And all of this was because of her stepmother’s viciousness. Everything had been destroyed. She was separated from her old life. Now that things had changed, how could she face the past?
The son of the Minister of Rites was also an identity that he would never be able to compare to in his life. Su Sanlang felt inferior.
Recalling the hardships that Madam Zhao had suffered with him in the past, Su Sanlang felt even worse after being ostracized by Madam Wang, Madam Li, and Madam Zhou.
Su Chong and the others went out silently, leaving some space for the couple.
“I don’t know what Mother will do. I don’t know what’s going on either. It seems like I’ve suddenly become very powerless.”
Su Chong sighed.
His martial arts skills were completely useless at this moment.
In the past, they had never thought that Madam Zhao was actually bought in. If they had gone through the normal ceremony, it would have been impossible for Madam Zhao to marry Su Sanlang.
“Me too. Even if I’m familiar with literature, I still feel too powerless at this moment.”
Su Hua’s eyes were filled with melancholy.
Everyone returned to their rooms.
After Su Xiaolu got into bed, she snuggled up with Su Xiaoling.
“Xiaolu.”
Su Xiaoling called Su Xiaolu’s name softly. Then, she said softly, “Have you ever thought that if mother hadn’t suffered like this, we wouldn’t have had the chance to be her children?”
The Su family was just an ordinary family.
Su Sanlang was only an ordinary farmer. Under normal circumstances, he would marry a woman from another village. But because Madam Wang was greedy and spent money to buy Madam Zhao, she even skipped all the etiquette.
This was too unfair for Madam Zhao.
And now, with Qi Xinyue’s confession made public, what would Madam Zhao think? The man she was once engaged to was still waiting for her.
Su Xiaoling felt very uncomfortable. She hugged Su Xiaolu and cried silently. She choked and said, “Xiaolu, I’m so sad. I’m sad for our mother. She must be in pain now.”
“Half of her life has already passed. It’s too late to know the truth now. It’s too late. How can we remedy things?”
Su Xiaoling said with heartache.
Su Xiaolu felt bad too. She sniffed and said, “Sis, it will all pass.”
Perhaps if she did not suffer a calamity, Madam Zhao would be Yan Mian. She would marry the son of the Minister of Rites and live a happy life. However, she was destined to suffer a calamity.
In this world, the unknown was full of variables. No one could escape.
This calamity was the calamity of their entire family.
As long as their family worked together, this calamity would definitely pass.
“Xiaolu, if, if mother doesn’t want to be with Father anymore, let’s not hold her back and let her go, okay?”
Su Xiaoling said seriously.
Su Xiaolu was silent. After a while, she said, “Then our father will be sad.”
Su Sanlang might not be that powerful or decisive, but he was really trying his best to protect his family. It was true for Su Chong and Su Hua, but it was also true for her and Su Xiaoling.
Even though she knew in her heart that if Madam Zhao wanted to leave, Su Sanlang should let go, emotions still trumped reason. Su Xiaolu did not want to see Madam Zhao leave.
If Madam Zhao did not want this family, she could not get over it, nor could she understand.
The past was in the past. Even if it had regrets, it was in the past. Now that all of this was hard to come by, wouldn’t there be regrets if it was abandoned?
“But mother has already done a lot for us. Xiaolu, I know you can’t bear to part with her, but we have to think about our mother.”
Su Xiaoling knew that Su Xiaolu was not having a good time, and neither was she, but she did not want Su Xiaolu to hate her.
Su Xiaolu pursed her lips. Her heart seemed to be torn apart.
After a long while, she said, “If, if that is mother’s choice, then I don’t blame her. Perhaps mother met father and gave birth to us because she was pushed down the wrong path. Now that she has found the right path, she should indeed return to the right path.”
After Su Xiaolu finished speaking, she hugged Su Xiaoling and cried.
“Sis, isn’t this the same as Aunt? If our family doesn’t work together, one day, we won’t be the children that Mother is familiar with, and Mother won’t be the person we are familiar with. We… will grow further and further apart.”
When a family’s goals are no longer the same, they will eventually become strangers.
Su Xiaolu would always remember the year she was born. When Su Xiaozhi came to visit, she also gave her heart. Also, when Su Xiaozhi was in trouble that year, they also helped her. They were also sincere in helping her. However, in the end, Su Xiaozhi had a disagreement with them and went further and further away.
“Xiaolu, that won’t happen. Mother is different from Aunt. No matter where she goes, I believe she will always love us. Xiaolu, don’t be sad. It’s all my fault for saying this. Don’t cry. This is just my guess. It’s not true.”
Su Xiaoling hugged Su Xiaolu and tried her best to comfort her. Seeing how sad Su Xiaolu was, Su Xiaoling blamed herself deeply.
They were too dependent on their home, so they were afraid of losing it.
At this moment, Su Xiaoling would rather Madam Zhao be from an ordinary family. This way, their family would never have a rift.
However, the heavens just had to tease people like this.
Su Xiaolu fell asleep crying. She had never been so sad in her life.
At the thought that Madam Zhao might leave, every part of her heart ached.
She had never felt so painful and tired before.
At night, Su Xiaolu had a fever.
Su Xiaoling was terrified. At this moment, everyone in the family was having a hard time. She did not disturb anyone and silently fetched water to wipe Su Xiaolu’s sweat to cool her down.
Su Xiaolu mumbled in a daze, “Master—Master, I—it hurts.”
Su Xiaoling looked at Su Xiaolu, who was talking in her sleep, and regretted telling her this. She held Su Xiaolu’s hand tightly and said, “Xiaolu, don’t be afraid. It won’t hurt anymore after I blow on it for you.”
Su Xiaolu was in a daze.
She shuttled through modern alleys and ancient mountain villages.
One second she was studying in a modern classroom, and the next she was picking herbs in the ancient forest.
It was hazy and she could not tell where she was.
She only knew that she was in pain.
In modern classrooms, after school, someone would pull her braids, pull her school bag, and mock her. “No one wants you. You don’t have parents…”