Chapter 16

Who taught her?

Jiang Li subconsciously pulled back his hand, "Who do you need to teach this kind of thing?"

She turned her face away, obviously not wanting to say anything, and Rong Jing didn't ask any more. Just chuckle: "Then let me change the question, why do you do this?"

With her way of acting, she wouldn't take risks by doing such a thing.

Jiang Hao's hand clenched and loosened, and suddenly laughed: "Maybe he hasn't given up completely yet, he always thinks that maybe he will still be thinking a little bit of affection."

But back then, he had already treated his mother like that, so how could he still think of any affection?

But she always remembered what her mother told her before she died.

Mother told her not to hate, she said, that person is her father after all.

Jiang Li walked to the bed and sat down. She felt very tired, as if she had suffered from a serious illness and was completely weak. She closed her eyes and suddenly opened them again.

Looking at Rong Jing, there was a slight curvature at the corner of his mouth: "You saved me because I look like Rong Ning's mother?"

Rong Jing looked down at her and did not answer.

But she smiled to herself: "I have had children too, they are very cute." But she can hardly remember what he looked like. She gave birth to him, but he only stayed by her side for three days.

For such a small child, she was really cruel at the time.

Rong Jing almost expected what she was going to say, but he didn't say anything and listened to her continue.

It was not easy to say what happened six years ago from Jiang Ling's mouth. But at this moment, his mind is probably not very clear, and those things have been buried in my heart for too long.

She didn't think about it, but it still made her breathless.

"You and Rong Ning's mother met by chance, and I'm about the same..." She pulled out a smile, but her face was bloodless, "I was only eighteen years old at the time, and that man broke in that night..."

Her hands slowly curled up into a fist, "I was raped, and I was pregnant with a baby, but I lost that baby later."

There were tears in her eyes, but they never fell, but the blue veins on her hands were very obvious.

"I don't hate that child, he is an angel sent to me by God." He shook his head again, "But I will not forgive that rapist, in this life..."

Her face was as pale as paper, but the hatred in her eyes gradually surfaced, like a poisoned knife.

Rong Jing felt like there was something in his heart and suddenly sank. Those words that came to his mouth were also swallowed back by him.

Jiang Hao's words confirmed his conjecture.

But he didn't know that she originally... hated that man so much.

He was so stiff that he could barely move.

After a long while, Jiang Hao laughed and said, "Scared you?" She stood up, and those emotions were already caught in her eyes.

"I'm 80% like Rong Ning's mother, but I'm not her." She laughed, "I'm not the kind of girl you imagine, and I can't be a good wife and mother. I still have a mess of bad things to deal with. …”

She passed by him and walked out the door, "I heard that you are an engineer and have a bright future. Think clearly."

She walked a little staggered and opened the door.

Steamed Bun stood in the kitchen, tiptoeing to the sink. He turned around when he heard the door open, "Mummy!"

Jiang Hao's face was still a little pale, and Baozi rushed over and stopped in front of her: "Mommy, are you not feeling well, is someone bullying you?"

Jiang Hao didn't speak, but shook his head with a smile.

Looking closely at the outline of the bun, it does resemble her somewhat, it should be his mother. But the facial features are like Rongjing, beautiful and delicate.

Five years old.

Jiang Hao raised his hand and touched the little head. If her child was still alive, it would be five years old.

Baozi tilted his head to think for a while, and dragged her to the kitchen, "Mummy, are you hungry? You eat something first, and I'll take you to eat something delicious tomorrow."

Jiang Hao couldn't eat anything, but the steamed bun was serious, she couldn't bear to refuse.