Your Beloved Sweetheart Is Online-Chapter 1708 - 1711: Hua Hua’s Origins 1
However, Wang Fengtong simply watched Hua Hua without saying a word, just quietly looking at her, not knowing whether she could truly hear or not.
Hua Hua’s heart was exceptionally complicated, filled with questions, a malicious thought arising — he would rather his mother had died of illness long ago than accept the fact that she’d abandoned him and his father to remarry, even though he had no real memory of his father.
So Hua Hua grabbed Wang Fengtong’s shoulders, demanding answers: "Speak! Don’t pretend to be deaf and dumb, don’t pretend to be sick. Tell me right now why you left my dad back then, why you left me, why you remarried another man. Speak, quickly!"
Hua Hua was somewhat agitated. Chenxing, watching him, quickly ran over, pushing him away, shielding her mother: "Hua Hua, what are you doing? Mom’s not clear-headed; how can she answer you?"
Humph, Hua Hua was too much, actually bullying her mother.
Hua Hua stood up, head lowered, eyes unblinkingly fixed on Wang Fengtong’s eyes.
This woman was worlds apart from the pregnant mother in the photos; no wonder people say time is a butcher’s knife, scribbling wildly on her, so unlike her past beauty.
Hua Hua clenched his fists tightly and asked loudly, "Do you remember Yuan Huoshan? Tell me, quickly, do you remember Yuan Huoshan, do you remember your son?"
"You could go crazy over a daughter; I thought you were a pitiable mother. But when you abandoned your husband and son, why didn’t I see you go crazy? Why could you just up and leave to remarry? Am I worthless in your eyes? Is my dad worthless in your eyes? What is going on? Who can tell me? Who can solve this mystery for me?"
"Enough!" Chenxing stood alone in front of Wang Fengtong, glaring angrily at Hua Hua: "Why force such questions on a confused mom? Even if you force her, she won’t answer you and might get scared!"
Hua Hua pulled Chenxing aside with one hand, unconcerned, then clasped Wang Fengtong’s shoulders again, shaking her forcefully: "Wake up, wake up and answer my questions. Say it, you love Yuan Huoshan, you love my dad, not Chenxing’s dad or anyone else. You only love me and my dad, say it!!!!"
"Huo...shan..." From Wang Fengtong’s mouth, these two words slowly spilled out.
Hua Hua immediately nodded excitedly, "Yes, Huoshan, my dad Huoshan, do you remember? Do you? Mom, I’m your son, I’m your son Yuan Chu, do you know who I am? Do you? Yuan Huoshan, Yuan Chu, we’re your closest people, do you remember, do you?"
"Huoshan... Huoshan..." Wang Fengtong’s mouth tremulously recited the name Yuan Huoshan; while her gaze was cloudy, tears began to roll down.
The doll in her arms suddenly fell to the ground. She grabbed Hua Hua abruptly, staring intently at his face, "Huoshan... Huoshan..."
Chenxing stood dumbly to the side, lips tightly pressed, holding his breath, watching Hua Hua and their mother.
"You remember Huoshan, remember your husband?" Hua Hua didn’t stop her from clutching his arm painfully, just focused on her tear-filled eyes, "Do you remember giving birth to a child for him? I am clearly a boy, but my dad raised me as a girl. You carried me for ten months to give birth for Yuan Huoshan, why did you just turn around and leave?
