The wife dominates the workplace, and the president takes care of the baby

Chapter 3 Crocodile Tears

Three years later, in Yaocheng, in the garden downstairs of a nursing home.

The shade is dense, the breeze is gentle, and even in the winter afternoon, the sun still emits a soft light.

But the atmosphere between the two standing under the tree is not as beautiful as the scenery.

The middle-aged woman with a mean face was full of energy, and said sarcastically, "Tsk tsk, who is here? Dajia finally came, and the whole company depends on you to make money, right?"

The middle-aged woman rolled her eyelids in disdain, squinted at the young woman in front of her, and continued to be aggressive.

"Why do you dress up like this, and who do you want to seduce? You're such a bitch!"

She scolded people even more loudly, and she looked very strong, she didn't look like someone who needed to be recuperated here.

The reprimanded woman lowered her head, unable to see her expression clearly, as if she didn't hear the embarrassing words.

The weather was fine today, and there were quite a few patients walking in the nursing home, but no one came forward to persuade them, because such things happened often, and some people who had kindly tried to persuade them were scolded bloody by this crazy woman.

In fact, the woman's attire is not too much, it's just an ordinary light blue professional suit, which outlines the beautiful curves of her good figure.

Yan Qing had just finished the high-level meeting in the company, and was in the process of contacting the secretariat to go through the secondment procedures. After receiving a call from the nursing home, he rushed here in a hurry.

"How many times have you been taught in elementary school, why don't you learn well and don't love yourself, dressing like this is no different from a street girl, you are a lowly bastard!"

Yan Qing finally raised her head, decided not to be patient anymore, showing bright facial features, that face was more beautiful than the flowers blooming behind her, she opened her lips lightly, her voice was not loud but her tone was extremely firm.

"I'm going back to City B."

The middle-aged woman's eyes were filled with vigilance for a moment, and she subconsciously rushed forward and grabbed Yan Qing's skirt, shaking and tearing, yelling in collapse.

"What did you say?! You're so courageous, you've been turned upside down, who allowed you to go back? What are you going back for?"

Yan Qing clenched her fingers tightly, and said loudly word by word with red eyes, "I'm going back to City B."

Her voice was clear, and she spoke clearly, "As for why you want to go back? Because I can't let my child be like me, and the biological father is unknown."

"Where did you come from, that little bastard didn't come early."

As if thinking of something, he pointed at Yan Qing's nose angrily and asked, "That winter, you were going to have a baby, right?"

The middle-aged woman knew that she had been deceived, and suddenly became anxious, and slapped her across the face. Yan Qing stood up straight as if she had expected it, and stubbornly did not dodge.

Until he was beaten to the side and his thin body shook.

Listening to the crisp and savage voice, one knew that the slap should be done with ten percent force.

"Okay, the wings are hard, aren't they? Then you go back to City B and find your mistress, just pretend I don't have your daughter!"

This middle-aged woman is Yan Xiurong. She mercilessly uttered words that insulted her daughter one after another, and triumphantly used the trump card to sever the relationship between mother and daughter, thinking in her heart that she could wait for Yan Qing to tell her as usual. Bow your head and admit your mistake.

In the past few years, Yan Xiurong's temper has become more and more serious. I don't know if it is because after receiving Yun Heng's 100 million, she no longer counts on Yan Qing's care and retirement, or there is something more to rely on behind her.

Although Yan Xiurong accepted Yun Heng's money, at first Yan Qing tried to understand her, after all, the temptation of money was too great.

If we say that the relationship between the mother and daughter has dropped to freezing point just after returning to Yaocheng, Yan Qing's world is gloomy after suffering a double blow.

Then, after one thing happened, Yan Qing really fell into despair and pain.

Before Yan Qing found out that she was pregnant, Yan Xiurong, who had given birth, was sensitive to some signs and even secretly added an excessive amount of saffron to her diet. Seeing that she didn't react much, she even secretly had a strong abortion medicine.

"Mom, what's wrong with me, you want to treat me like this?" Yan Qing asked these words tremblingly while holding the medicine bottle.

"Have you ever asked me if you want this child, and you helped me make the decision."

"This bastard can't have children. She conceived before she was married and got pregnant. What kind of honor is this?" Yan Xiurong frowned, her eyes full of disgust.

"Is it because you took Yunheng's money? Is Yunheng your daughter? Why did you help her to harm me? This child has nothing to do with Yan Huaiwen."

"Won't you feel sad seeing me in such pain?" Yan Qing stared closely at the other person's expression, for fear of missing a trace of warmth and emotion in her eyes.

At that time, Yan Xiurong didn't say a word, and looked at her indifferently.

Yan Qing's eyes became more and more sore until they were covered with tears, and she could no longer see Yan Xiurong's expression clearly.

"This medicine will kill people! Even if I die now! You can immediately pretend that you don't have this daughter, and go out to play cards tomorrow?"

How much Yan Qing hoped that Yan Xiurong could refute her, say no, even if it was to prevaricate her, as long as she was willing to say it, she would believe it.

Looking at the back of Yan Xiurong turning away ruthlessly, the tearful Yan Qing lay on the cold ground and shook her head slightly. She really shouldn't have expectations for this cruel woman, what's the use of begging for mercy.

At this point, Yan Qing began to fortify her. After cooperating with a miscarriage scene, she rented a house near the company, and the number of times she went home due to work was even more rare.

But Yan Xiurong was in good health, but she was admitted to the best nursing home in Yaocheng.

Therefore, the number of times they met was not many, but every time it was her own unilateral quarrel, as if she wanted to vent some unknown madness on herself.

Come on call, go on call.

She just came late this time, and Yan Xiurong used this excuse to humiliate her as a slut again.

The slap just now made Yan Qing completely awake, her left cheek was already hot and swollen, and the five bright red fingerprints gradually appeared on her fair and tender face, making her paler even more.

She grew up in a single-parent family. She didn't know what it was like to have her father's love. She only had a mother who treated her harshly and beat her frequently.

When she was a child, she asked thousands of times in her heart, how could a mother not love her child?She was most eager to get the love and approval of her mother, and now it seems that it is all a joke.

After a moment of silence, Yan Qing said weakly but firmly, "I'm leaving."

Yan Xiurong realized that he could no longer handle this obedient daughter, so he turned pale in shock, hurriedly stepped forward to hold her, looked at Yan Qing's expression, and said in a panic, "You, you, you can't go anywhere!"

"God, look at this heartless person. He's going to leave his own mother behind. I'll drag you up like shit and pee. You're such a white-eyed wolf."

Yan Xiurong sat on the ground and yelled wildly, even shedding a few crocodile tears.

"Am I really your daughter?" Yan Qing asked with a half-smile.

　Hug Yanyan~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)