She's a Monster [Matriarchal World, Four Loves]

The child everyone had high hopes for is secretly a complete little villain, huh~ But Madam, you don't seem like such a good person either~ Heh heh heh...

That child is going to break your heart and torment you to death, Madam~

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The corners of his eyes were as red as a heated iron brand. His long, black lashes were soaked with heavy tears, clumped together in little bunches.

He was as fragile as fine porcelain. Even the slightest injury would leave cracks in his body and soul. He existed in pain.

Just then, I interrupted Shen Yan's nagging. "Aren't you bullying me too? You're taking advantage of your adult height and strength to hug me without asking whether I consent."

Shen Yan had never considered that before. He froze, even stopping his crying. His lips trembled, guilt showing in his expression as he stammered, "I... I thought... thought you liked it."

That was nothing more than an adult's self-righteous assumption.

I sneered and rubbed my soft cheek against his fair neck, then caught one of his ink-black strands of hair and tugged at it, neither hard nor gently. Listening to him draw in a snake-like hiss, I lied, "Yes, I like it."

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"Bitch, bitch..."

Shen Yan's clenched-teeth insults mingled with his stifled sobs. I wrapped my arms around my mother's neck, listening to the sounds until my eyelids drooped against my will. I was sleepy again.

"Mom, I want to sleep." Barely able to stay awake, I rubbed my left eye and asked her to carry me back to my room.

My childish voice drifted from my mouth, and the noise instantly died, like firecrackers doused with ice water.

With my eyes closed, I could feel my mother's gaze through my thin eyelids as she looked down at me. She seemed a little angry.

Perhaps she resented my interrupting her assault.

But being her only daughter meant that no matter how furious she was, she wouldn't do anything terrible to me.

After all, she aged very quickly.

Before marriage, both her body and soul were young. But after getting married and having a daughter, her body grew increasingly bloated, like a balloon being filled with air. Except it couldn't fly.

Once I became an adult, she would deflate at an astonishing speed. Her vitality, anger, and temper would leak away one after another, leaving a gloomy old woman, aged and fragile. She would hate the world and everyone in it, just as she hated herself.

"I'll take Xingxing to bed." Shen Yan's voice held a faint, almost imperceptible tremor. I immediately opened my eyes and looked at him.

Shen Yan knelt crookedly on the tiles, his long hair in disarray and his right eye bruised purple. He was so beautiful that the injuries did nothing to diminish his looks.

Yet the more beautiful he was, the more my mother loathed him. Not him, though: she loathed the insecure, suspicious person she herself had become.

Just as the mild-mannered Shen Yan tried to get up, a chilling look from my mother robbed him of his courage.

Her gaze held no feeling, as if she were looking at a cheap object. Along with the fear of being beaten moments ago, it tormented Shen Yan now.

His clear tears didn't dare make a sound as they fell. In overwhelming repression and terror, Shen Yan bit through his lower lip. Tears rolled down and mingled with blood, staining his fair chin red.

My mother's forehead was beaded with sweat, and her hair, soaked through, clung haphazardly to her face. She took a few steps toward Shen Yan. Just as he fearfully raised his arms to shield his face, she set me down.

She didn't scold him again or even look at him. She only gave a cold snort and turned back to the master bedroom.

The sound of the door locking came from behind us. Shen Yan pressed his forehead to my chest and stifled his sobs, tightening his arms around me and holding me even closer.

Like a willow tree on the verge of dying, he desperately tried to draw the nourishment from me: hope.

Theme: Be happy