Farm Girl's Manor
Chapter 643: The Fierce Yanyan Unravels Her Heart Knot (4)_1

Chapter 643: Chapter 643: The Fierce Yanyan Unravels Her Heart Knot (4)_1

Mo Yan knew the clothes she wore were valuable, yet she did not realize they were Tribute Satin, which could not be bought for any amount of silver. Seeing how easily Chen Ji was threatened into submission, showing a look of apprehension, she was puzzled. Not knowing that it was the Tribute Satin on her body that had gotten them out of the current trouble, she was determined to prepare a generous gift to properly thank Yan Junyu, who had given her the satin.

In the end, amidst Chen Ji’s gloom, Mrs. Du’s hesitations, and Chen Shanshan’s reluctant cries, the sisters walked out of the Cloth Shop calmly and departed in their carriage.

Once out of Jing City, Mo Yan loosened the reins and climbed into the carriage. Da HongZao, the horse pulling the cart, knowingly followed the smoothest part of the road and cleverly made way for oncoming carriages to avoid collisions that could startle the two ladies inside.

In the carriage, Xin Er leaned against the wall, silently watching out the window. If it were any other time, she would have already been hugging her sister’s arm and chattering away.

Mo Yan silently sighed and gently took Xin Er’s hand, meeting her troubled gaze and softly said, "Ask what you want to ask. Whatever sister knows, I’ll tell you."

Xin Er bit her lip, seemingly finding it difficult to speak. After a long while, she hesitantly asked, "She... is she that woman?"

Mo Yan gently tapped her forehead, disapprovingly saying, "What do you mean ’that woman’? No matter what, she is the mother who gave birth to you and raised you. It’s only right to refer to her as ’mother’!"

"No!" Xin Er stood up abruptly, hitting her head hard on the carriage ceiling without care, and cried out to Mo Yan excitedly, "She’s not my mother. I don’t have such a mother, and I will never acknowledge her, never—"

Mo Yan did not expect Xin Er’s reaction to be so strong. She quickly pulled her to sit down and rubbed the spot on her head where she had bumped it, saying with pity, "Alright, alright, if she’s not, then she’s not. Don’t get worked up; I won’t talk about it anymore."

Xin Er stared blankly at her sister, that tender look in her eyes, that indulgence she had seen all her life. No matter how hard the past days had been, no matter how much ridicule and insults they endured, as long as she was looked at with such eyes, all the grievances and dissatisfaction in her heart seemed to disappear without a trace. She remained a content and happy girl.

"Sister—" Xin Er’s eyes reddened, and she suddenly threw herself into Mo Yan’s arms, tightly clutching her waist, and began to sob uncontrollably, "I don’t have a mother, nor do I need one. I just need my sister, father, and brother. Our family will always be together, forever together, sob sob..."

Listening to her sister’s crying, Mo Yan felt a sharp pain in her heart, as if it was being pricked by needles. She hugged Xin Er tightly, soothing her over and over, wishing she could bear all the pain for her, "Yes, father, brother, you, and me, our family will always be together, forever together! We also have Zhaozhao and Shengsheng; they are our family too. We will be happy and live a joyful and blessed life forever."

"Sister—sob sob—" Xin Er cried even more bitterly, her petite body trembling slightly, as if to cry out all her sadness and grievances in one go.

The sisters embraced each other tightly, drawing warmth from one another until Xin Er’s cries gradually subsided, and her uncontrolled emotions steadied.

Xin Er’s almond-shaped eyes were red and swollen from crying, and her delicate cheeks had been washed rough and red by the salty tears.

Mo Yan produced a fresh handkerchief, soaked it in water from the Water Sack filled with Spirit Spring Water, and carefully wiped Xin Er’s face until her eyes were no longer swollen and her cheeks had regained their smooth, tender appearance.

Feeling the coolness on her face and the relief in her eyes, Xin Er quickly took the handkerchief and Water Sack and earnestly began to clean Mo Yan’s face. Once Mo Yan’s face also felt clean and refreshed, the sisters exchanged a smile, then slowly embraced each other again, their mood unprecedentedly uplifted.

Mo Yan gently patted Xin Er’s back, her soft voice carrying an odd serenity, "Xin Er, you can blame her, you can refuse to acknowledge her, and sister won’t force you. But there is one thing, you must never hate her..."

Before an agitated Xin Er could protest, Mo Yan continued, "She carried you for ten months, endured the agony of giving birth to you, and brought you into this world safe and sound, allowing you, me, Father, and Zhenzhen to become the closest family! Without her, we three siblings wouldn’t know where we would end up, or even if there would be a day when we could be together. For these reasons alone, you can’t hate her!"

Even though her soul had once been split in two, to be considered two free entities, Mrs. Du had given birth to ’her,’ but she had no relation to her. Now that they had merged into one, she had to acknowledge Mrs. Du as the person who gave birth to her, and she could not hate Mrs. Du like ’she’ did.

At the Cloth Shop, she had kicked with ’her’ deep hatred for that man. ’She’ still hated that man and also the woman, but she would try hard to let go of this hatred and make sure it no longer affected her life.

How could one talk about happiness living with hatred? She didn’t want to be influenced by ’her,’ nor did she want Xin Er to live on with hatred for Mrs. Du in her heart—it would do her no good in her future life!