Title: The Villainess Female Supporting Character Raising Her Bun
Translator: Fringe Capybara
Chapter 2 - Instant Son (2)
Luckily, she had taken herself to the hospital when she was 9 months in and had a smooth birth. But she was so scared from the news that she had temporarily given up the thought of gaining wealth from her son and wouldn’t move forward with it lightly.
She was, however, still holding out to the last shred of hope and gave her son the last name of Jiang and hoped that one day he’d be able to rejoin his family, and she could also enjoy a wealthy life.
As she has an ulterior motive of having the child, she didn’t have a lot of affection towards the child. A newborn child needed help in every which way and cried all the time. In just a few months, any little fondness that the original owner had for the child was all gone.
After the original owner had once learned the benefit of trading in her body, she no longer wanted to work hard. She felt that she was so young and pretty that even if she wasn’t able to marry into one of the most prestigious families, she should at least be able to secure herself someone from the second tier.
The reality was hard after all. Without any connections, it wasn’t easy to hook up with wealthy people. And even when she ran into some of them, they were usually already in their forties or fifties, balding and having a big beer gut. Heavy cigarette stinks could be smelled when they opened their mouths, and their kids at home were probably older than her.
After her first experience with the very handsome Mr. Jiang, her bar has inadvertently been set very high. She wanted both status and money, but things like that didn’t just come along. Why would a man with status and money want to be with someone like her?
Not to mention she has a child on top of it all.
She never self-reflected but blamed everything on the child. She never had much affection toward the child, and now she hated him even more. She might not scold and beat him, but she completely neglected him and rarely even looked at him.
The original owner had just failed again to get closed to a wealthy man and was in a foul mood when she had arrived home. It was the first time she had raised her hand to the child. She felt a lot better afterwards and went to bed leaving the crying child by himself.
When she woke up, what was inside the body had been swapped.
The closer the time period, the clearer the memories. Cheng Huan saw a lot of memory fragments from the last two years. The more she had seen, the more her brows furrowed.
She couldn’t believe that’s how a mother would treat her own child – complete negligence. She didn’t care if he was hungry or thirsty, or that he was cold or hot. She wouldn’t even bother looking at him when he ran a fever; at most, she’d toss him some drugs.
Cheng Huan was furious. She wished she could find the original owner and give her a beating, but she was long gone. Not to mention that she had taken over for the original owner and now has a son of her own.
Thinking of the child, Cheng Huan sighed. Being single her entire life, she has no experience taking care of a child whatsoever. But she couldn’t just leave the kid alone, so one way or another, she would have to pick up the burden.
From her memories, the child was left in the living room. Cheng Huan opened her eyes and walked down the narrow hallway to the living room.
This building was left to her by the original owner’s paternal grandparents. It was small, about 50 m2, and looked to be quite old judging from what the inside looked like.
Cheng Huan walked over to the living room, and there was a dirty couch. A little kid was kneeling next to the couch with the upper half of his body leaning against it, his head nodding away.
Oh, that’s right. After the original owner had beaten her son, she made him kneel there to “self-reflect”.
That was the most ironic thing ever. The one who should be doing some self-reflecting told someone else to self-reflect.
Cheng Huan grinded her teeth and hated the original owner even more. She walked up quickly, squatted down, and picked up the child.
From her memory, the child should be 4 years old right now, but he looked to be much smaller than a normal 4-year-old. His face was sunken, and the clothes on him were old. It was already the end of July, but he still has on a long sleeve shirt.
The child wasn’t sleeping very soundly and was mumbling in his sleep.
Cheng Huan carried him toward his room. Seeing his mouth opening and shutting, she leaned in out of curiosity to see what he was saying.
“Mom…”
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Disclaimer: Reading Chinese novels might cause transmigration.