Fast-wearing female supporting roles: the villain is pretending to be pitiful again

Chapter 1188 The sickly younger brother is a bit difficult to deal with (128)

If after the car accident that year, she hadn't hugged Tang Xinya tightly, refused to let her take responsibility, and let her go to jail, those things would never have happened in the future.

Her son, the proud son of heaven, would not be harmed by that slutty woman like Tang Xinya like this.

The Tang family will not break up, and her husband will not divorce her and marry the mistress who is pregnant with his child.

All of this is because of Tang Xinya, a shameless bitch.

At the beginning, he shouldn't have looked at her for losing her parents, and brought her back to raise her, let alone treat her so well.

The thing Mrs. Tang regrets the most is that she pushed Tang Xinya onto her son's bed with her own hands, causing her son to contract a dirty disease, and also causing her son to fall from the altar into the quagmire in an instant, and never have a chance to recover.

Thinking of this, Mrs. Tang burst into tears, wishing to beat herself to death, "Yichen, I'm sorry, it's mom who hurt you, it's mom who hurt you!!!"

It was she who ruined her own son.

Mrs. Tang wished she could die immediately so that she wouldn't have to face such painful things again.

Tang Yichen silently watched her cry and was about to faint, silently watched her beat himself, but there was no reaction.

After sitting for a while, he stood up indifferently and walked towards the door of the ward.

Seeing this, Mrs. Tang became very anxious, and immediately got out of bed to chase after her, "Yichen, where are you going?"

"Did you know? Your father brought that stinky woman back in a fair manner, and he wants to divorce me. He said that the stinky woman was pregnant, and I heard that she was pregnant with a boy. You..."

Tang Yichen pulled her hand away and looked at her indifferently, "Is it still useful to say this now?"

"I am like this now, and I don't know how long I can live, what else is there to be anxious about?"

"Do you know that when I walk outside now, people avoid me?"

"I am like that virus, no one dares to approach."

Mrs. Tang's face became paler, her eyes became more and more desperate, her hands trembled, "Then...then what should I do?"

Tang Yichen was still a little soft-hearted after all, and pursed his lips, "Don't worry about Dad and that woman, even if you want to, you can't control it, transfer more money, and take care of the rest of your life!"

"If you dare to do something to that woman's stomach, I think my father will tear you alive, so you'd better stay away from that woman, so as not to cause trouble."

No matter how unwilling Madam Tang was, she had to bow her head.

Her son is basically ruined, and she can't reproduce at her age.

Her husband, Tang Qishan, has actually been lukewarm towards her these years, and he has played with many women outside, but it has always been of a flirty nature, and he has never had any mistresses.

She had also been sad, cried, and finally, forced by reality, she chose to turn a blind eye, as long as he didn't take care of women outside, it would be fine to have an illegitimate child.

She has been immersed in the dream of "a happy and warm family, excellent and filial sons and daughters" created by herself.

Unexpectedly, when he was old, his son was ruined by himself, and he also gave her husband the opportunity and power to cheat in an open and honest manner.

"I'm leaving, take care of yourself."

Tang Yichen no longer had the energy to fight for anything, and left without stopping or looking back.

Madam Tang looked at his cold and lonely back, and suddenly found that the young son's back was a little bent.

The red and swollen eyes were once again filled with tears of regret, and he slowly slumped on the ground.

She didn't know where her son was going, but she had a hunch that she might never see him again in this life.

"Why... how did it become like this, obviously... obviously everything was fine before..."

(End of this chapter)