Free Web NovelChapter 246: Chapter 246: Might as Well Kill Me
"Su Li said she’s going to sue your mother and fight you for custody. She wants you to cooperate with a DNA test..."
The supervisor explained the situation to Tang Yuanxiao, relaying everything Su Li had said.
Looking at Tang Yuanxiao’s expression, the supervisor struggled to ask a question.
"Is Tang Mo... really..."
Was he Mo Jianjun’s son?
Tang Yuanxiao knew what the supervisor was leaving unsaid, but he didn’t say anything.
He didn’t answer, replying with silence.
The supervisor hesitated, but ultimately decided against saying more. He just asked, "What are you going to do now?"
"I’m going to see Momo," Tang Yuanxiao said, his voice hoarse.
The supervisor nodded. "Go on, then. Su Li should have reached the Imperial City by now."
The supervisor didn’t have the heart to mention Little Tang Mo’s condition.
"I’m sorry," Tang Yuanxiao said quietly as he stood up.
"Hurry and go," the supervisor said after a pause.
"Yu Le is keeping an eye on training. There won’t be any problems," Tang Yuanxiao explained quietly before leaving.
He returned home under the weight of countless gazes.
Mrs. Tang had already gone back. She was pacing around the house alone, her face a whirlwind of regret, worry, and madness.
One moment she was worried about Little Tang Mo’s condition, the next she was cursing the "bastard."
Beyond this back-and-forth, she was terrified of what Su Li had said, yet also felt Su Li couldn’t do a thing to her.
’...It’ll be fine. He’s not dead. I’ve never heard of a grandmother going to jail just for hitting her grandson a few times!’
The mere mention of Su Li made her grit her teeth in hatred.
’That slut! How dare she say they’re divorced!’
As for the news of Su Li and Tang Yuanxiao’s divorce, Mrs. Tang couldn’t quite articulate her feelings.
Logically, she should have been happy, celebrating that she didn’t have to bother with it anymore.
But she didn’t feel that way.
Besides disbelief, she also felt that Su Li was trying to trick her.
Then came resentment and rage.
’No wonder they suddenly wouldn’t let me into the factory. So it’s because they’re divorced. That bitch! She used my Tang family’s money to start that factory and now she wants it all to herself? In her dreams! I’ll make you spit it all back out!’
’That slut, always flirting with other men. I should have hit her harder last time!’
She cursed and swore under her breath, gritting her teeth nonstop.
When Tang Yuanxiao returned, he happened to hear Mrs. Tang cursing, "...a divorced, used-up whore. Who would want her? What’s she so smug about? Sooner or later, I’ll have her come back and beg me on her knees..."
She spat the words out through gritted teeth, and Tang Yuanxiao heard every one of them clearly.
He stood outside the door, looking at the person before him, and found her almost unrecognizable.
’Was this old woman with the stooped back, twisted face, graying hair, and deep wrinkles really my mother?’
’So old, so detestable...’
"Tangyuan, you’re finally back..." Mrs. Tang rushed over the moment she saw Tang Yuanxiao.
Tears streamed uncontrollably down her face, which was also filled with resentment. "You tell me, why isn’t Momo my biological grandson?"
Tang Yuanxiao’s face was wooden, and he said nothing.
"Su Li took that bastard away, and she said you two are divorced. Is what she said true? Why didn’t you tell me about something so important!"
Mrs. Tang interrogated him, growing more agitated with each question.
"You’ve kept me in the dark for so long, you’ve deceived me so cruelly! Do you have any idea how much pain I was in when I found out Momo... that he isn’t my biological grandson?"
"Why didn’t you tell me? I doted on him for all these years for nothing! And the divorce, you didn’t say a word to me about something so huge, you hid it from me!"
She shoved Tang Yuanxiao forcefully. "Am I still your mother? Do you even see me as your mother anymore?" frёewebnoѵēl.com
Tang Yuanxiao looked at his mother and finally spoke his first words.
"Why did you treat Momo like that?"
Mrs. Tang’s words caught in her throat. She looked up into Tang Yuanxiao’s eyes, speechless.
"I... I..."
"How could you have the heart to treat Momo that way? He’s just a little kid!"
Tang Yuanxiao suddenly exploded, his entire body trembling as he shouted.
"Such a small child, how could you... You’re stabbing a knife into your own son’s heart! You might as well kill me instead of torturing Momo!"
Tang Yuanxiao stared at his mother, his eyes bloodshot as two streams of tears slowly traced their way down his cheeks.
A man doesn’t cry easily, but only because he hasn’t been hurt enough.
Never before had Tang Yuanxiao felt such pain, such hatred, such helplessness.
Everything his mother had done was like subjecting him to death by a thousand cuts, one slice after another...
She was trying to drive him to his death!
Tang Yuanxiao clutched his chest and fell to his knees before Mrs. Tang. "Mom, how far are you going to take this? How far... You might as well just kill me!"
’After Su Li, is it Little Tang Mo’s turn?’
’If I lose Su Li and then Little Tang Mo, what will I have left to live for?’
’What meaning would my life have?’
"Mom, I’m begging you. Please, don’t ever do this again. You’re my mother..."
’This is my mother. This is my mother.’
Even if she took his life, it was hers to take. She was his mother!
Mrs. Tang stared at Tang Yuanxiao kneeling before her, unable to make a sound for a long time.
After a moment of shock, she came to her senses and hurried to help Tang Yuanxiao up.
"Tangyuan, Mom didn’t do it on purpose. Mom was just in so much pain..." Tears streamed down her aged face. "I was just in so much pain, I couldn’t control myself..."
"You’re my son. Mom would give her life for you, how could I bear to kill you? Get up, quickly."
Tang Yuanxiao didn’t move. She tried to lift him for a long time but couldn’t.
"Tangyuan, get up... Don’t push your mother like this. Do you know how much Mom’s heart hurts?"
Mrs. Tang slumped down, powerless, and beat her chest. "The grandson I raised so well, raised for so long, suddenly turns out to be the son of some Mo Jianjun I don’t even know. Mom’s heart is bleeding!"
"When I see Momo’s face, I can’t help it... I just can’t help it... I just want to strangle him..."
When Tang Yuanxiao heard the two words "strangle him," he was so stung he nearly fainted.
He reached out and grabbed Mrs. Tang’s arm, the veins on his hand popping out. freewebnøvel.com
He tried to control his emotions, but he couldn’t...
Thinking of everything that little child had suffered, Tang Yuanxiao’s breathing grew heavier, and his vision blurred.
"Tangyuan, it hurts..." Mrs. Tang cried out, the grip painfully tight.
"So you know what pain is!" Tang Yuanxiao asked, gritting his teeth and enunciating every word.
Tang Yuanxiao roared in a low voice, "I thought you didn’t know what pain was! Since you do, have you ever thought about how much pain Little Tang Mo was in?!"
"He’s so little, so little... How could you..."
An image of Mo Jianjun before his death flashed through Tang Yuanxiao’s mind, bringing a grief that pierced his very soul.
"Do you know who Momo is? He’s someone more important than your own son’s life!"
"You can give up your life for me, and I can give up my life for him!"
"When you were hitting him, did you ever stop to think why? Why he isn’t your biological grandson?"
Each question was a cry of blood.
"Do you know who Mo Jianjun is? He’s the man who saved my life—your son’s life!"
"If it weren’t for him, your son would be a pile of ashes by now! What grandson would you be wanting then? You wouldn’t even have a son anymore!"
"Even if Little Mo isn’t my biological son, he’s the son of the man who saved my life! How could you treat him like that?!"
"How could you..." Tang Yuanxiao was overcome with grief, tears and snot streaming down his face.
"I, your son, don’t even dare to die now, because I’d be too ashamed to face him!"
He was in so much pain he wished for death, feeling that life was worse than death, yet knowing that even in death, he could not rest in peace.
This was Tang Yuanxiao’s state of mind at this very moment.
