Although her days in the Qiao family went by very slowly, back when Ye Qin was still alive, it was still fine because Ye Qin loved her face and was a little superstitious.
She deeply believed that Jing Yun Zhao could ward off evils for Qiao Hong Ye and Qiao Zi Zhou, so even though she didn’t treat her too well, she still wouldn’t keep pointing out her mistakes in front of outsiders. Back then, because Ye Qin was like this, Qiao Wei Min also didn’t act like a bastard. The only thing was that Qiao Hong Ye kept targeting her at school.
Only after Ye Qin’s death did everything worsen in folds; she became the entire county’s punching bag.
However, despite all that, the people in the county were still relatively sensible. Adding on to the fact that their relationship with the Qiao family wasn’t all that good, they usually minded their own business. At most, they’d say something behind their backs, but there had never been so many people surrounding her before, scolding her in every word and gesture.
This feeling was like being pulled into the slaughterhouse, as if she was no longer a human being, just an animal.
Jing Yun Zhao’s body trembled slightly, and she suddenly rejoiced at the fact that she had not met this pair of parents in her previous life.
In her previous life, she had had great expectations of her parents, and her mental state was not as strong as it was now. If she was treated like this at that time, she would have felt ashamed and angered, and she might have even gone crazy under those watchful gazes.
Now, she was more clear-headed.
“I suddenly suspect whether you’re really my parents? Biological parents would actually prioritize sons over daughters to this extent, to the point where they’d denounce their long lost daughter in front of so many people?!” Jing Yun Zhao mocked them with frigid irony and scorching satire.
When she arrived this morning, she had come with goodwill.
She felt that as long as the family treated her well enough, she would also work hard to accept it. Although she used to have Qiao Hongye and Qiao Zizhou as younger siblings, their relationship was not good. Now she had her own brother and sisters, it shouldn’t have been difficult to get along.
Who knew reality is more dramatic than I thought.
Panic flashed across Wang Xin Fang’s face, but it very quickly transformed into misery, “What do you mean by that now? You don’t want to recognize us anymore? Our eldest, the palm of our hand and the back of our hand is both flesh, do you think we want to be biased? Our family is poor and your younger brother is still young. You’re older, so shouldn’t you give in? Ask these neighbours, which family isn’t the same?
When the neighbours heard, they instantly started to voice their agreement.
Within their village, there was no such situation where there was only one child or only daughters in the family. If they couldn’t produce a son, then that was asking to be looked down on.
Sons were the high-born, being biased toward them was nothing wrong.
This Jing family was already considered pretty good. A family next door gave birth to six daughters more than 10 years ago before giving birth to one son. In the end, only two of those six daughters remain in the family, while one of them was sent to a distant relative.
In comparison, although Jing Yun Zhao had been left outside for so many years, she still had a pretty good life? Seeing her dress in clothes better than Jing Ming Kai’s, what was there not to be satisfied with?
Towards this kind of bandit’s logic, Jing Yun Zhao felt unbearably suffocated.
It’s not a lie that the palm and the back of the hand are both flesh, even so, the flesh at the back of the hand is thin while the palm is thick.
Furthermore, in her eyes, men and women were both the same, and even daughters were more considerate and sensible. Take this Jing family as an example. Jing Xiu was gentle and considerate, helping her parents with work all day without a single complaint. What was Jing Mingkai doing the whole day? He’d been looking for trouble the whole time. One can see how a person would be like when they were old at the mere age of three. Jing Ming Kai was already 10 years old. Would it be difficult to tell what kind of character he’d be in another 10 or 20 years?
“Treat this relationship as though I’ve never acknowledged it then!” Jing Yun Zhao’s frigid expression spoke up as she kept her gaze steady.
Do one’s best and leave the rest to God’s will; she had already done what she needed to do, but people with different paths cannot walk together. The difference in mindset between her and this family was too big. If they were to stay together by force, they would be arguing without rest every day and no one would be at peace!
