Chapter 812: I Don’t Want This Wife, Whoever Wants Her Can Take Her
Newborn babies are naturally ugly, all wrinkly and waxen yellow.
They do a lot of spitting up and pooping, and they love to cry.
Hualiang stayed in the countryside for a few days and could not stand his heaven-sent wife, refusing even to hold her.
In the end, it was she who forcibly put Weibao into his arms, making him hold his future wife.
Feeling the soft bundle, Hualiang tensed up and nearly dropped her.
Finally, after Weibao spit up all over him, the little boy exploded, threw down the words "I don’t want this wife, whoever wants her can have her," and ran off.
Weibao was filled with confusion upon hearing this—this wife he didn’t want?
Fine, Hualiang was really something, wasn’t he?
But then she thought, that really wasn’t her at the time, so his rejection could be forgiven.
"What happened afterward, to my birth mother?"
At the mention of this, Wanshu’s eyes flickered with struggle and guilt.
"When you were two years old, your parents had something to attend to and asked me to take care of you. I left you in the courtyard to play, went inside to grab a piece of clothing, and by the time I came out, you were gone.
No matter how much we searched, we couldn’t find you..."
Wanshu’s face paled when she got to this part, her eyes filled with pain.
"It was I who lost you, your mother hated me. She searched for you for a whole month until she reached despair.
Afterward, she had a big fight with me, said she wanted to break off with me, and then she left and never came back."
Wanshu was full of guilt, hating herself for being so negligent at that moment, which led to losing the child.
If only she had kept watching, held on, the child wouldn’t have been taken.
Weibao was only two at the time, looking adorable as she grew, as tender and lovely as a porcelain steamed bun, beloved by all.
Such a cute child was the object of many people’s desires.
She blamed herself deeply, felt much guilt, and continued searching for Weibao, yet never found her.
As time passed, her illness worsened; she developed severe obesity that left her bedridden and unable to walk.
The remorse she felt for Weibao and Zhang Yi became her demon, haunting her every night with dreams of the little girl crying pitifully, her heart aching like it was being sliced.
And the hatred in Zhang Yi’s eyes further tormented her soul.
Listening to all this, Weibao remained silent.
So that’s how she had been lost.
If she had been taken by someone, why did she end up in an orphanage?
According to Wanshu, she should have been sold after being taken, so why was she sent to an orphanage?
"What were my parents’ names?"
"Your father was Ma Xing Feng, and your mother was Zhang Yi."
"So you’re saying they’re still alive, just that there’s no word from them?" asked Weibao.
A flicker of struggle crossed Wanshu’s eyes.
In the end, she revealed the truth, "They... are dead."
She had intended to keep it a secret, but as her daughter, Weibao had the right to know the truth.
Weibao’s body stiffened, "Dead, you say?"
"I’m sorry," Wanshu said, her face the picture of self-reproach, "I am the cause of the misfortune that befell your family of three."
What a happy family it had been, with loving parents and a sweet and adorable daughter.
But because of her losing Weibao, the family was torn apart, and in the end, they met a tragic death while the daughter ended up an orphan.
"How did they... die?"
Weibao felt a clench in her heart, after all, they were the biological parents of this body, and she did feel a connection.
"Car accident, they died in a crash while searching for you, the car was destroyed and there were no survivors..."