Everyone's birth is meaningful.
Some people are lucky enough to be born in Rome;
Some people simply want to continue the family line;
Some people are very happy because their father loves their mother and their mother loves their father, so they came into this world;
I do it because I hate it.
Because Ms. Chen hated the woman who took everything from her and the ungrateful man, and the fuel that really brought her hatred to its peak was the birth of the love between that man and that woman.
It only took one night from learning the news to constructing her extreme path of revenge. Of course, at the same time, she also hated my incompetent one-night-stand biological father.
So I have been filled with hatred since I was born.
I was born for revenge. I am her chess piece, a sharp blade, a learning machine without emotions, and the vent for all emotions.
She told me.
I was born for one person.
I was born for Zhou Ji.
I was born for Zhou Ji.
I am one year younger than Zhou Ji. Two-year-old Zhou Ji can already run and jump, can recite poems, and can call his mother's name fluently. Therefore, I have to learn everything Zhou Ji can do when he is one year old. I cannot be even slightly worse than Zhou Ji, otherwise what awaits me will be the eyes full of contempt and hysterical curses.
Fortunately, I am pretty good at it, and I have done most of everything Ms. Chen asked me to do, except for calling me mom.
But she doesn't care about this.
You want to ask me if I hate it?
I don't know what to say.
If I could see Zhou Ji again, I would really like to ask him personally——
——Were you born with love?
If so, then I wish you happiness.
——Foreword
Intention: the two-way binding of redemption and destruction