The Lovely Heiress Is Actually A God Beast

Capítulo 1312: Chapter 1312: Why Not Resist

“Having children is my right. I can choose to have them or not. What’s wrong with that? Your mother is the real culprit! It’s all her fault!”

“Didn’t you agree to it? When my mother suggested this plan, didn’t you agree? Wasn’t it you who researched and convinced me to accept?”

“I didn’t! I regret it now! I shouldn’t have agreed!” The woman hugged her head and started crying: “The child is clearly mine, just borrowing her womb. They should be close to me, but they don’t like me at all, it doesn’t feel like my child, it feels like an enemy! What did I owe them, I gave them life! I don’t understand why I’m seen as their enemy, always looked at with the gaze of hatred!”

Zhuge Xunming’s father felt bitterness in his mouth. Not to mention, his wife felt their son looked at her as if he were an enemy. Even he sometimes had this illusion.

The woman suddenly crawled up from the ground and hysterically shouted at the curly-haired, red-lipped woman: “Did you tamper with it? Did you switch things around? The child isn’t ours, swapped from the start. The child you carried might be yours, otherwise, you wouldn’t go to so much trouble to take them back! If there was tampering, this child has nothing to do with you, just using you as a vessel. Why do you want to take them back?”

The woman reached out and grabbed the man’s arm forcefully, “That child isn’t ours! Definitely not ours! So, they’re not close to us! So, they look at us as if seeing an enemy! She said she’s a pirate’s woman, definitely no good, maybe back then she swapped our things, this child is hers and the pirate’s! No wonder I can’t stand this child, turns out they’re pirate spawn, naturally bad seed!”

Originally lying on the sofa as if sleeping, Zhuge Xunming’s body suddenly shuddered.

A perceptive ear might catch a low whimper, extremely suppressed.

His face was buried in the sofa, so no one saw his expression.

Both Little Taotie and Hua Jinyan had keen hearing, and at this moment, they exchanged glances, knowing Zhuge Xunming was crying, extremely repressed tears.

Little Taotie recalled how the mother in the hills would often curse her with words she didn’t understand at the time. Thinking back now, they’re quite similar, piercing and stifling to the heart.

What did Zhuge Xunming do wrong?

Much like the quiet nights in the hills where she would gently ask herself the same question, what did she do wrong? Why did her parents not like her?

Little Taotie looked at the curly-haired, red-lipped woman, whose face was constantly adorned with a mocking smile, an indifferent stance, without any intention of standing up for Zhuge Xunming.

Didn’t she constantly claim Zhuge Xunming was the child she carried for ten months?

Shouldn’t she stand up and say something for Zhuge Xunming?

Little Taotie’s fists clenched.

Little Taotie rushed forward, beating up the four tattooed men trying to move the sofa with Zhuge Xunming on it, then reached out to pull the pretending-to-sleep Zhuge Xunming up.

Little Taotie wanted to angrily shout at Zhuge Xunming: Why are you pretending to sleep, why don’t you resist?

As if shouting to the little girl she once was in the hills.

But when she saw Zhuge Xunming’s tear-stained face, Little Taotie found herself unable to speak the words that reached her lips.

Little Taotie tightened her lips and finally placed the person back onto the sofa.

Zhuge Xunming closed his eyes, tears streaming down, clenched his teeth, allowing himself to be pulled up, allowing himself to be placed back on the sofa, like a puppet without a soul.