Chapter 643: The Peasant Girl’s Splendid Manor
Chapter 643: Ruthless Yan Yan Resolves Her Heartache (4)
Mo Yan knew the clothes she wore were precious but didn't realize they were brocade, something money couldn't buy. Seeing Chen Ji so easily threatened and visibly wary puzzled her. She had no idea that escaping this trouble was thanks to the brocade she wore. Otherwise, she would have had to prepare a substantial gift to thank Yan Junyu properly for the brocade.
In the end, the sisters left the cloth shop with Chen Ji looking sullen, Du Shi wanting to say something but stopping, and Chen Shanshan shouting in frustration. They calmly left and drove away in their carriage.
Once out of the city, Mo Yan loosened the reins and climbed into the carriage. The horse, Da Hongzao, instinctively sought out the flat parts of the road. When encountering another carriage, it cleverly gave way to avoid collisions, ensuring the two occupants inside remained undisturbed.
Inside the carriage, Xin’er leaned against the wall, silently watching the scenery outside. Normally, she would be clinging to her sister's arm, chattering away by now.
Mo Yan sighed quietly, gently took Xiner’s hand, and met her conflicted gaze. She said softly, "Ask whatever you want. If your sister knows, she'll tell you."
Xin’er bit her lip, hesitant to speak. After a long pause, she finally asked, "Is she...that woman?"
Mo Yan lightly tapped her forehead, disapproving. "What do you mean by 'that woman'? No matter what, she gave birth to you and raised you. Calling her 'mother' is only right!"
"No!" Xin’er suddenly stood up, hitting her head on the ceiling but not caring. She shouted at Mo Yan, "She’s not my mother. I don't have such a mother, and I will never acknowledge her!"
Mo Yan was taken aback by Xin'er's intense reaction. She quickly pulled her down, rubbing her sore head, and said tenderly, "Okay, okay, she's not. Don’t get upset, I won't talk about it anymore."
Xin’er stared blankly at her sister. That gentle gaze, that indulgence, she had seen it all her life. No matter how hard times were, no matter how people mocked or insulted them, as long as she saw that gaze, all her grievances and bitterness vanished. She remained a content and happy girl.
"Sister—" Xin’er ’s eyes reddened, and she threw herself into Mo Yan’s arms, hugging her tightly and crying uncontrollably. "I don't have a mother, and I don't need one. I just want you, father, and brother. We’ll always be together, always together, sob..."
Hearing her sister's sobs, Mo Yan's heart ached sharply, like being pricked by needles. She hugged Xin’er tightly, soothing her shoulders repeatedly, wishing she could bear all her pain. "Yes, father, brother, you, and me. We’ll always be together, forever! We also have Zhao’er and Sheng’er. They’re our family too. We’ll be happy and live joyfully, always."
"Sister—sob—" Xin’er cried even harder, her small body trembling as if she wanted to shed all her sadness and grievances at once.
The sisters held each other tightly, absorbing each other’s warmth until Xin'er's crying subsided and her emotions stabilized.
Xin’er ’s almond eyes were swollen and red from crying, and her tender cheeks were dry and red from the salty tears.
Mo Yan took out a clean handkerchief, wetted it with spring water from her water bag, and carefully wiped Xiner’s face until her eyes were no longer red and her face was smooth and tender again.
Feeling her face cool and her eyes no longer sore, Xiner quickly took the handkerchief and water bag and earnestly wiped Mo Yan’s face. Once Mo Yan’s face was clean and refreshed, the sisters smiled at each other and hugged again, their spirits brighter than ever.
Mo Yan gently patted Xiner’s back, her soft voice carrying a strange peace. "Xin’er, you can blame her and refuse to acknowledge her. Sister won’t force you. But one thing, you must not hate her..."
Before Xin’er could argue, Mo Yan continued, "She carried you for ten months, endured the pain of childbirth to bring you safely and healthily into this world, allowing you, me, father, and Zhen’er to become a close family! Without her, who knows where the three of us would be or if we’d ever meet. Just for these reasons, you can't hate her!"
Even though her soul had once been split in two, making her essentially two separate beings, Du Shi had given birth and raised "her," which couldn’t be denied now that they were one again. She couldn’t hate Du Shi like the former “her.”
Kicking Chen Ji in the cloth shop stemmed from "her" deep hatred for him. "She" still hated that man and that woman. But Mo Yan vowed to dissolve that hatred, letting it no longer affect her life.
Living with hatred, how could one talk about happiness? She didn't want to be influenced by "her" and didn't want Xin’er to live with hatred for Du Shi. It wouldn’t benefit her future at all.
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