Free Web NovelChapter 1120: Chapter 1120: Sinning (4)
"Here, this is a handkerchief, wipe Xiao Jun’s snot for him." Erniu’s mother caught up to her and said, "There’ll be a lot of people tonight, don’t go embarrassing your Wang Dashan again."
The last part was said very softly, only the two of them heard it.
Erniu’s house is across from Liu Qiao Lian’s, and this Erniu’s mother has a kind heart. She really can’t stand Liu Qiao Lian nagging at the big girl all day, and whenever she cooks something good at home, she often saves a portion for the big girl.
So, Liu Qiao Lian would actually listen to her a little.
"Sister-in-law, you’re just too good-tempered." Mo Hongying said to Erniu’s mother, "People like her just love to push their luck when you give them an inch."
"It’s not really because of her, I just think this kid is too pitiful." Erniu’s mother squatted down and used another handkerchief to hurriedly wipe the big girl’s face, then said, "Don’t cry, tell auntie what you want to eat later."
"Auntie." The big girl sobbed softly and said, "I’ll be good to you when I grow up."
Erniu’s mother smiled, "Good child." ƒrēewebnovel.com
She was good to her entirely because this child was just too pitiful.
Liu Qiao Lian favors boys over girls; because the big girl is a girl, she suffered a lot when she was little. Liu Qiao Lian basically didn’t care about her and would take the stick to her at the drop of a hat.
It was only when Wang Dashan was at home that he treated the big girl a bit better.
Later Xiao Jun was born, and he was a boy.
Liu Qiao Lian’s attention was even less on the big girl then; the child was often raised just scraping by, sometimes with a meal, sometimes without.
Her home is right across from Liu Qiao Lian’s, and the two of them are from the same hometown. Seeing how pitiful the child was, she often called her over to their place and secretly stuffed her some food.
Erniu’s mother actually really liked girls, but unfortunately they only had two sons.
Mo Hongying still wanted to say something more, but when she glanced at the big girl’s appearance, she held her tongue.
That’s why reincarnation is a technical skill; this child ended up in Liu Qiao Lian’s belly and was destined to be a pitiful one.
"Sister-in-law, make her some mutton soup to drink, it’s awfully cold tonight, and look how little she’s wearing." Mo Hongying was sharp-tongued but soft-hearted; after thinking it over, she said this.
This place is close to the mountains, with a big temperature difference between day and night. Now the wind was blowing, and it was quite cold.
Yet when Liu Qiao Lian came out, she didn’t even think to put more clothes on the kids.
No wonder the two children always had two ropes of snot hanging from their noses.
"What a sin." Erniu’s mother shook her head, helped the big girl button up her clothes, and said, "Come on, let’s go have some mutton soup."
The big girl was overjoyed when she heard that.
Every time, it was only when she came here that she could really let go and eat a full meal.
Gu Lingling shook her head.
"I’ve heard my man say you’re good with your hands, how about you make this for us?" Mo Hongying said to Gu Lingling with a smile.
"Sure." Gu Lingling replied with a smile.
"Tch." Not far away, Liu Qiao Lian muttered under her breath, "Shameless, only knows how to curry favor with people."
She meant Mo Hongying.
She also knew that Gu Lingling was now Yang Yunhai’s girl; she’d heard the two of them were already engaged, and that they’d surely get married later. Rationally, she ought to build a good relationship with Gu Lingling.
But every time she remembered that time she asked to borrow fifty cents and Gu Lingling wouldn’t lend it to her—clearly she had the money—making her lose face in front of so many people...
Liu Qiao Lian just couldn’t get any flattering words out.
And besides, Gu Lingling’s just like her, both from the countryside. She should understand how hard life is for rural folks, so why couldn’t she treat her a bit better?
Look at them, chatting and laughing with Mo Hongying. In the end, it’s just that she looks down on someone like her, a country bumpkin.
Tch... none of them are any good.
