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Chapter 202 Yangyang, When Will You Grow Up

Chapter 202: Chapter 202 Yangyang, When Will You Grow Up

Later on, Shen Wei, who promised time and again to stay by her side, married Shen Xue-shi.

It was sudden, yet it somehow didn’t feel sudden at all.

The match was made by the clan elders, their faces glowing with delight, as if everyone was smiling except for her.

Shen Wei always said he could never forget Mama, yet Shen Xue-shi, fragile as a rabbit’s foot fern, was also carried into the Shen Family in a grand sedan chair.

The white silk in the residence was replaced with red, changing the bleakness that followed mourning.

He went from initially saying:

——Yangyang is still young; you need to be more understanding.

——She’s my treasured daughter, incomparable to anyone else.

——Yangyang, Daddy only has you now.

To later:

——Yangyang, don’t be rude.

——Your stepmother treats you very well; when Daddy is away, you must listen to her.

——Yangyang, when will you grow up?

On major matters, he undoubtedly favored Shen Hua most and would be biased toward her, but on the small details, it was always subtly shifting.

The man who claimed to miss Mama began to look forward to signs of pregnancy in Shen Xue-shi’s belly.

Men in this world are mostly fickle and unfaithful; Shen Wei was actually doing quite well already.

While Mama was alive, he only had Aunt Liu by his side.

After Mama passed away, he often reminisced about her.

Everything Shen Hua wanted or didn’t, as long as she asked for it, Shen Wei would always find ways to procure it for her.

It was only the presence of his new wife that Shen Hua resisted.

Shen Hua didn’t blame him.

She had no standing to blame him, either.

But she truly detested Shen Xue-shi. She even loathed herself, unforgivably so.

No wonder people outside said:

——That girl from the Shen Family’s Embroidery Workshop has a tough fate; she managed to doom both her Mama and her brother.

What was her battered body living for?

She was in pain, she had a hard time, but no longer did anyone guide her.

Apart from feeling heartache for her, Shen Wei specifically took time out to give her large amounts of silver notes, and even made announcements:

——My dear girl, if it’s not enough, ask Daddy for more. Daddy earns money just to spend on you.

He even felt that it was okay for the girl to be a bit spoiled; as long as she didn’t murder or set fires, the Shen Family could smooth things over.

Shen Hua ate all the candies Shen Zhi had bought for her before he passed away, even though Shen Zhi once said: One piece a day, no more.

That night she suffered terrible toothache, her face swelling up on one side. She could call upon all the doctors in Fengzhou City.

But no one was there to half-encircle her, press their face against hers, and coax her gently and softly:

——Yangyang, are you in pain again? Mama will rub it for you.

She also belatedly realized that it wasn’t that Daddy only had her now; clearly, it was Shen Yangyang who only had Daddy.

Shen Wei’s heart was too occupied. He had the embroidery workshop, a new wife, ambitions, and after emerging from the shadow of grief, he remained an enterprising merchant.

During that period, Shen Hua began embroidering day and night.

The Chun Family had left behind an ink and wash painting of a spirited monkey that was partially completed as an embroidery.

Shen Hua threaded the needle, using the drawing as a reference to embroider according to different techniques.

Skill, color matching, the length, thickness, and density of the lines—everything was indispensable. The sequence mattered too; embroider the back before the front, following the natural direction of the monkey’s fur.

She added color on the first layer of random needle embroidery, refined it on the second layer, and embellished on the third. It was intricate and strict.

Everything appeared chaotic yet orderly. Crisscrossed, using long and short stitches in combination. Densely placed stitches, systematically aligned threads.

On the day of completion, she raised her hand, gently caressing it.

"Yicui, does it look nice?"

"The lady’s workmanship is naturally good."

She laughed at the response.

Then, in front of a room full of servants and facing the candlelight, accompanied by gasps of shock, flames ignited and slowly devoured the embroidery, lighting up the girl’s pale and bleak visage.

Everything related to embroidery, except for the embroidery album, was sealed away in a small courtyard. From then on, she never touched them again.

When she missed Mama and brother, she would take out the embroidery album and flip through it.

After that, she began indulging in alcohol.

Using the silver notes Shen Wei gave her, she squandered freely.

The old beggars on the street were dressed in tattered clothes.

The little girl watched for a long time before she approached.

She said.

"Do you want a silver note?"

"If you slap yourself and it pleases me, these will be yours."

These words sparked anger.

"Such a young girl is truly malicious."

"No wonder, it turns out it is the Shen Family’s girl who spites her parents. She is just like that, no surprise there."

The girl laughed.

"Did I force him?"

"If you all are so kind-hearted, why not give even one cent? Are you being stingy?"

"You—"

Shen Hua looked at the person who spoke: "Or do you want some too? Look at you, dressed so poorly; why don’t you kneel before me and kowtow, I would happily give you the silver note as well."

She used such mean words to insult people.

Upon hearing this, Shen Wei did not take it to heart.

——Yangyang can find her own fun, what’s wrong with that? It’s a willing transaction, like watching an act and tipping the performer when pleased.

Thus, she began to get increasingly worse.

Until the appearance of Housekeeper Sun.

She said the girl could not go on like this.

She said Yangyang should live a better life than anyone else, to make up for the life her Mama and brother did not have.

The girl kneeled in front of the grave.

Crying with swollen eyes.

Housekeeper Sun held her in her arms.

"Madam, cry it out, crying it out is good. Aunt Sun will accompany you."

Since that day, Housekeeper Sun would come to the Shen Residence during the day, taking her to the embroidery workshop.

Shen Hua could hardly stay still.

But in the embroidery workshop, she leaned against Aunt Sun, remaining silent and just quietly watching her embroider.

Shen Wei was surprised but did not intervene.

"Master, it’s unheard of for a little girl to follow a servant around, it would be a joke if word got out." Mrs. Shen Xue once advised.

"How is Housekeeper Sun considered a lowly servant? Yangyang calls her ’Aunt,’ and she’s honored by it! Mind your business."

"But I am her Mama, she does not come close to me, yet she is close to the Manager of the embroidery workshop..."

Shen Wei was very busy and replied impatiently, "If Yangyang resists you, just stop hovering around her."

In the evening, Housekeeper Sun brought her back to the Shen Residence.

Over time, the girl’s sharpness and sensitivity gradually softened.

Housekeeper Sun deliberately let Shen Hua come into contact with new people and new things. After seeing that Shen Hua no longer touched needle and thread, she had sighed heavily. When newcomers asked for advice on embroidery techniques, she always said.

"Ask the Madam."

Shen Hua started off with a cold laugh.

"Why should I tell her?"

"Doesn’t even know the basics, might as well go home and farm."

"With your skills, you’re not worth my effort."

As more people asked, she gradually grew less annoyed. Even the next day when Manager Sun came to pick her up for the embroidery workshop.

The girl stood on the steps, listlessly saying, "Not going."

She started going to the streets again, and the old beggars’ eyes would light up upon seeing her.

"Madam, are you here to listen to the sound of slapping again today?"

But these mean acts could not bring her any joy anymore.

She did not want to return to the Shen Residence, to see Mrs. Shen Xue’s pretentious manners.

Just like that, after three days, she went to the embroidery workshop.

No one knows how long it was before the embroidery workshop echoed with the girl’s awkwardly picky and seemingly fierce voice.

"I’ll say it once, if you still can’t do it, I’ll kick you out of the embroidery workshop!"

At that time, Housekeeper Sun turned her back and wiped away tears. She told Yicui.

——Our Madam is getting better little by little.