Rebirth of the eldest daughter

Chapter 1325 The unbearable past

Fan Zhizhou's reaction made Fan Ruixian laugh wildly.

Her expression that had just calmed down became crazy again: "Father, you are finally willing to look at me."

"When I was worse than dead in my husband's family, you ignored me; when I was living a life worse than a pig or a dog, you were indifferent."

"But as soon as I said that I had evidence of your crime, you lost your composure. Do you have a trace of humanity in your heart? Do you?!"

She was hysterical and roared with a weak voice, venting her inner pain and unwillingness.

However, she was once again ignored by Fan Zhizhou.

But Fan Zhizhou turned a blind eye to her pain and lowered his head again.

Fan Ruixian took a few steps back as if exhausted, her eyes full of despair.

And in the abyss of despair, the weak fire of family affection disappeared, and all emotions gradually condensed into ice.

She uttered a few words coldly: "Salesian Bureau, girl."

Fan Zhizhou suddenly raised his head and looked at Fan Ruixian in disbelief.

Bai Mingwei and Zhang Jingkun in the secret room heard this and looked at each other, frowning involuntarily.

Salesian Bureau?

What does it have to do with the Salesian Bureau?

The two of them glanced at the cronies beside them.

The cronies immediately withdrew, preparing to use the Salesian Bureau as a clue to explore the truth behind it.

Fan Ruixian looked satisfied when she saw her father's reaction.

She said: "Father, if you don't want me to go out and tell these things, how about you just listen to me like a father?"

Fan Zhizhou stared at Fan Ruixian without saying a word.

It can be seen from his expression how much he wants to kill his daughter at this moment.

It can also be seen how much he regretted that he took in his daughter as a homeless dog for the sake of the inheritance left by his son-in-law's family.

Fan Ruixian looked back at him.

Their eyes met, and they asked in a voice: "Father, do you still remember the promise you made to your mother?"

Fan Zhizhou looked disapproving and still stared at Fan Ruixian, as if he wanted to drill holes in Fan Ruixian's body.

And Fan Ruixian also fell into memories in his emotionless eyes.

As long as she can remember, she and her mother have lived in a remote and cold courtyard in the mansion.

The father ignored them, and the aunt tortured and punished their mother and daughter in different ways from time to time.

There is not enough food to eat all year round, and there is no clothing to cover the body in winter.

She and her mother were leaning against each other in that unnoticed corner, with only an old nanny by their side.

My mother was often called away, and every time she came back she would put on all her clothes and wrap them up thickly.

He seemed to be extremely afraid of the cold, and his collar was high, not even his neck was exposed.

But every time I asked my mother, she would excuse me by saying she was afraid of the cold.

It wasn't until one time when she quietly slipped out of a hole in the wall and carefully followed her mother that she saw that inhuman scene.

As soon as the father saw his mother, he couldn't help but slap his mother's body with his belt.

The belt was made of genuine leather and inlaid with many gems. The pain when struck was no less than that of a whip.

My mother wanted to hide, but her father grabbed her ankles and dragged her over, followed by even more brutal beatings.

The father whipped her and kicked her repeatedly. After being kicked a few times, my mother lay on the ground without moving.

But the father still didn't stop beating him.

Those sounds carried far away, but all the servants were indifferent, as if they were used to it.

"Father!" Her eyes were red with anger, anger, sadness and fear took over her mind, and she rushed over.

My father was caught off guard and fell to the ground.

Still not relieved, she grabbed the tea cup next to her and hit her father hard on the head, then kicked her father several times in the abdomen.

She was so thin that she didn't know why she had so much strength. She beat her father until his mouth and nose bled, and she didn't move for a while.

She helped her mother up, with tears streaming down her face: "Why didn't you scream when he beat you? Why didn't you say anything? Why didn't you yell? You just let him beat you, why didn't you resist?"

My mother was in so much pain that she couldn't speak, and her eyes that she managed to open were full of worry.

She could read the emotions in her eyes.

If it weren't for protecting her, how could her mother be willing to suffer this inhuman torture without saying a word?
When she saw this, she didn't care about anything. She directly helped her mother and left quickly, heading towards the yard where she lived, leaving her father lying on the ground like a dead dog.

Behind me came the screams of the maids and the shouts of the servants.

Everyone in her father's house was overwhelmed, but she couldn't care less.

She helped her mother back to the yard, and the old woman hurriedly locked the door.

My mother, who was leaning on the quilt, couldn't say a word, but she still struggled to pull up her clothes and cover the injury tightly.

As if he was afraid that she would see it or worry her.

She was still young at that time, and although she lived a miserable life, under the care of her mother, she was still full of hope and fearlessness for the future.

When she was young, she had the impulsiveness and temper that even a young man could not control.

She was furious at the old mama and shouted angrily: "Mom, are you dead? This is obviously not the first time my mother has been in this situation!"

"You just watch my mother being beaten like this. You can't do anything about that bastard. What do you do for food! For so many years... for so many years!"

"Mother put on thick clothes again and again! Covered the injuries on her body again and again! Protected me carefully! But why don't you think of a way, even to protect me?!"

"Why..." She cursed, but she didn't know whether she was scolding her grandma or herself.

It's been so many years, why hasn't she discovered it?
Why didn't you realize that your mother was being tortured like this?
Her mother held her hand weakly, shook her head at her with tears, and signaled her not to be angry with her grandma.

She was so heartbroken and confused.

Holding my mother's hand tightly, tears fell down unsatisfactorily.

She choked and said: "Mother, why do you tolerate him? At worst, we leave here. No matter how bad it is outside, no one will treat you like this. Why did you let that bastard beat you like this!"

Then, she cried hysterically, beat her chest, and slapped her head hard: "It's my fault. I can't even protect my mother. I'm useless! I'm so useless!"

Just as my mother was about to speak, a stream of red blood flowed from her lips.

Those kicks made it seem like all the internal organs were displaced.

"Ahem..." My mother choked on the blood and coughed violently.

She quickly helped her mother up and asked her to vomit out the blood stuck in her throat.

Seeing her mother injured like this, her anger could no longer be suppressed, and she let her mother lean on the quilt.

She rushed out of the room, went to the kitchen to get the only broken and rusty knife, and was about to kill the bird/beast father.

"Ruirui...don't...don't go, please...you can't deal with them."

She slashed the kitchen knife on the pillar hard, roared angrily, and then knelt down beside her mother's bed, sobbing.

The old grandma supported her and said in a sad voice: "Girl, the lady has endured for so many years, all because of you. You can't let the efforts of the lady over the years be ruined just for the sake of a moment of anger."

She cried and fell into her old grandma's arms, gritting her teeth and saying:

"I want to kill that bastard! How could he hurt my mother like this? Even if my mother is not good in every way, she is still the woman who gave birth to his children."

The old grandma patted her on the back and spoke earnestly: "You are already twelve years old. If you endure it for three more years, these miserable days will eventually pass. When you get married, they will pass. "

Hearing this, she held her mother's hand and asked with a choked sob: "Why did my father treat my mother like that? I want to hear the truth, word for word."

(End of this chapter)