Your Beloved Sweetheart Is Online-Chapter 1709 - 1712: Hua Hua’s Origins 2
"Did my dad mistreat you? Did my dad abuse you? Why did you leave? Do you remember Qishui Town? Do you remember you were pregnant with me in Qishui Town? Mom, wake up, I’m your son, I’m your real, real, real son."
When Hua Hua first faced Wang Fengtong, he was filled with anger. As he spoke, tears started to fall. He didn’t really want to be angry with his mom; he just couldn’t accept the fact that his mom had abandoned him and his dad. He longed for his mother’s love, but he was just a child throwing a tantrum because he couldn’t get the sweet he desired.
He was just jealous of Chenxing. Even though she had been apart from their parents since she was young, at least she had enjoyed motherly love, at least had been nursed by their mother, and at least had spent four happy years of early childhood under her mother’s care. At least their mother’s current state of confusion was because she lost Chenxing.
But what about him?
"Huoshan, Huoshan, Huoshan," Wang Fengtong grew more agitated, repeatedly chanting: "Child, child, my child is dead, my child is dead, my child..."
As Wang Fengtong spoke, tears streamed down, her hot tears falling uncontrollably.
"My child... My child..." she broke down and cried.
Chenxing stood to the side, not expecting her mother to be so emotional. She had chatted with her often over the years but had never seen her this agitated. To say that she wasn’t jealous would be a lie, but she was also worried her mother’s unstable emotions might lead to something serious. So she quickly called her mother’s attending doctor.
Hua Hua immediately hugged Wang Fengtong’s head: "Mom, don’t cry, don’t cry, your child isn’t dead! Aren’t I your most, most, most beloved child? And you have a least, least beloved daughter right here too. You have two children, why are you crying? Mom, don’t cry, don’t cry, be good..."
Hua Hua turned to look at Chenxing: "Ugly girl, stop calling, tell mom you aren’t dead either, hurry up, or I’ll punch you."
Chenxing quickly finished the call, grabbing Wang Fengtong’s left hand: "Mom, I’m Chenxing, I’m alright. Feel my face, I’m living well, healthy and fine. I’m not dead. You also have..."
Chenxing paused as she spoke, then continued: "Why did you give me a brother, how come you didn’t tell me? Mom, don’t you realize you’re really happy? You have a son and a daughter, so stop crying."
"Dead, dead, they’re all dead. All my children are dead. Huoshan, Huoshan, why did you lie to me? Why lie that my child died? They’re not dead, right? You said the child wasn’t dead and you’d bring the child to me, why didn’t you bring them over, why did you lie to me, why did you lie, bring my child here, bring my child here, okay, Huoshan, Huoshan..."
"I’m not dead, mom, I’m not dead. Dad wanted to bring me to you, it’s just my bad luck that the plane had an accident, and I didn’t know where you were. I became a little beggar, you don’t know how miserable I was. Mom, wake up, you have to make up for it, make up for the motherly love I missed." Hua Hua’s nose stung with deep sadness.
He didn’t know if what Ling Yin said was true. Ling Yin said that dad intended to send him to Canada, but the plane accident stopped them from reaching their destination. For now, he’ll just accept that. Maybe dad wanted to send him to his mom, why else would dad prepare an empty grave? This must mean he knew mom wasn’t really dead, right?
