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Hua jingxun recalled that when she was with Duanmu qingheng, her mother had taught her to be filial to her mother-in-law.

However, no one told her that her mother-in-law was not her mother 's.

She didn't know what other mother-in-law's were like, but Duanmu qingheng's mother always picked on her.

He even punished her on purpose by not letting her sleep or rest.

She was exhausted.

Whenever she thought of her mother, her mother had always loved her very much.

She rembered that when she was still in school, her mother would wake up early every morning to make breakfast for her.

Every day, when she woke up, she would ask,""Mom, why didn't you wake up earlier? I'm almost late."

"You won't be late. I don't want to wake you up. Sleep as much as you can."

At that ti, her mother's face was full of smiles. It was a smile of love.

At that ti, the family's conditions were not good.

In the middle of winter, her mother would always take her clothes to the river to wash them.

At that ti, she could not bear to buy a pair of plastic gloves. Her mother washed her hands in cold water.

In the winter, his mother's face and hands were covered in frostbites.

Her heart ached. She didn't know what she could do for her mother.

At that ti, whenever there was good food at ho, her mother would not bear to eat it and would always leave it for her.

When she went ho during the holidays, her mother would give her food that she could not bear to eat.

At that ti, her mother would smile happily when she saw her eat.

That kind of smile was the smile of a mother's love.

Thinking of her own mother, and then looking at the bitter old Madam in front of her, Hua Jing Xun felt even more upset.

She missed her mother even more.

Hua jingxun's eyes were red and sore.

She missed her mother and wanted to cry.

Even though she ate well in the Duanmu family, she missed her mother every ti she had a good al.

She had once wanted to bring her mother to the Duanmu family, but the old Madam had refused. Duanmu qingheng had listened to his mother and refused. She could only secretly save up so money and mail it to her mother.

Even so, when her mother was awake, she would tell her that they had everything at ho and that they didn't need these.

The Duanmu family had found the best hospital for her mother.

However, in her heart, the place where she and her mother used to live was her ho.

Hua jingxun could not help but cry.

Because she really didn't know what she should do now.

Would she be able to leave the Duanmu family?

She did not have the ability to leave the Duanmu family yet. She could support herself, but what about her mother's dical expenses?

"Mother, I've always treated the Duanmu family as my own family."

She wanted to say that they were the ones who didn't treat her as family.

With that, Hua jingxun's eyes turned red and she started crying.

She and her mother had been relying on each other since she was young, but that was in a loving environnt.

Her mother told her to be a good person and a gentle woman, but it was useless. She would rather be selfish and cruel and go against the old lady.

Matriarch Lin slamd her palm on the table."Why are you crying? you only know how to cry. Who are you crying for?"

If she were to cry in front of her mother, her mother would definitely be heartbroken.

However, in front of this person, she would not feel bad because she was not her mother.

"Where did you go last night? I don't know if Duanmu qingheng ca ho. As his wife, shouldn't you go and find him?"

Hua jingxun laughed coldly in her heart."Mother, I heard that Duanmu qingheng is with miss su. That's why he didn't co back."

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