I Made Her a Talented Lady, but She Wants to Be a Hussy

On the eve of the graduation ceremony, the daughter I had raised for eighteen years called to remind me that I absolutely had to attend. She said she had something very important to tell me.

I sat in the front row, watching her shine beneath the spotlight, tears filling my eyes.

The host asked her to thank the person she was most grateful to.

Her gaze passed through the crowd and landed squarely on me. Smiling, she said, "I want to thank my adoptive mother, Ms. Mu Li."

I was just about to stand up and accept her hug.

But then her tone changed, and the smile at the corners of her mouth turned cold and mocking.

"She taught me that every gift fate bestows has its price marked in secret."

"For eighteen years, she trained and mentally crushed me like a dog. Again and again, I told myself, don't give up. Hold on a little longer, and you'll escape her clutches."

She looked at me, delight written all over her face. "And now, I've finally succeeded."