Chapter 1918: The Deadly White Moonlight of the Republic of China 17
"Shut up, you bastard, don't be delusional!"
Liu Guixiang was furious, her blushing face with a thick neck had no manners at all.
"I just mentioned it briefly. Concubine Liu's reaction is so big, so there must be something in her heart."
Shu Ange sneered, Mei Chunru was half lying on the hospital bed, looking at Liu Guixiang's panicked appearance, doubts arose in her heart.
With Liu Guixiang's character, would she demean her own flesh and blood, scolding her or scolding her, and holding her daughter in the palm of her hand?
You can't think about everything carefully. The more Mei Chunru thinks about it, the more her heart skips a beat. She never doubted it before.
At the beginning, she and Liu Guixiang gave birth to their daughter. She lost her body and almost didn't survive the gate of hell, and only hugged her daughter for the first time three days later.
If it is as Huijuan said, the third child is her biological daughter...
Thinking of this possibility, Mei Chunru felt a dull pain in her chest, and her fingers grasped the sheets unconsciously.
She had to figure it out, and she couldn't be fooled for the rest of her life.
Wen Guanghou stared, looking at Shu Ange not like he was looking at his children, but more like he was looking at his enemies.
The more he was like this, the more uncomfortable Mei Chunru felt in her heart.
How much Wen Guanghou likes Liu Guixiang, she has seen it clearly over the years. If Wen Huijuan was really born from Liu Guixiang's belly, would he hate her so much?
People can't dig into the horns, and Mei Chun even felt that she didn't even need to check it out.
For so many years, she was too stupid to be deceived, ignoring the most plain truth.
"Father, mother, calm down, why are you suddenly discussing the life experiences of the second and third sisters?"
Wen Weyong was completely absent. He was a little dissatisfied with Huijun's insistence on not giving blood to his mother, but he could understand the little girl's fear.
But he couldn't understand the dispute between the third sister and Concubine Liu.
Could it be that the mother and Concubine Liu could still embrace their own flesh and blood?
"Wei Yong, cough, come to my mother's side."
Mei Chunru beckoned to Wen Weiyong. At this age, she has already seen through what should be seen and what should not be seen.
Now she just wants to figure out who is her own flesh and blood.
Wen Weyong walked to the hospital bed, half-kneeled, and held his mother's hand, his eyes full of worry.
Mei Chunru grasped the back of her son's hand with such force that she cut out a few small marks on the back of his hand: "Wei Yong, take a good look for my mother, didn't Dr. Mi say that you can test the blood type? I want to know, who is it? It's my biological daughter."
"Mother, don't you want to recognize your daughter? Wen Huijuan is dark and ugly. How could it be your own flesh and blood?"
Wen Huijun was aggrieved to death. She really didn't understand why her mother was instigated by Wen Huijuan, and she began to doubt their relationship.
Not to mention the accident in the hospital, Wen Weyong responded to his mother's request, and Wen Guanghou and the others left in anger.
Shu Ange took care of her in the hospital, making various medicated meals for Mei Chunru to eat every day, and she also took the opportunity to make up for it.
Her face became round, not as thin and thin as before, and she looked somewhat similar to Mei Chunru when she was young.
These days, the more Mei Chunru looked at Shu Ange, the more familiar she felt, and the more she felt remorse.
If the three girls are her flesh and blood, then she is a mother. For so many years, watching the child suffer under Liu Guixiang's hands, what a sin.
Wen Huijun has not appeared in the hospital since that day in the ward.
Wen Weiyong persuaded her to visit the hospital more, but in return Wen Huijun gave tearful accusations: "Big brother hates me too, right? You, like your mother, are fascinated by Wen Huijuan. Mother suspects that I am not hers. My own flesh and blood, do you also think that I am not your own sister!"
"Huijun, you think too much. Even if you and the second sister are wrong, you are still my sister."
Wen Weiyong said a word, and the angry Wen Huijun almost fainted.
She didn't want to be a mean and nasty prostitute, she was the only real daughter of the Wen family.
Wen Weyong couldn't chew the twists and turns in Wen Huijun's heart, but he just comforted her dryly, and finally advised: "Mother is recuperating in the hospital, and her mind will inevitably be more sensitive. Don't be left-handed, and go to the hospital when you have time. If you don’t want to have a blood transfusion, it’s okay to check your blood type once.”
"No, I don't want it!"
Wen Huijun hugged her head and screamed, her facial muscles twisted and twitched.
"You."
Wen Weyong sighed, feeling a little embarrassed.
The second sister is so resistant, does he want to tie Wen Huijun to the hospital to draw blood?
Among the many cities in China, Crane City has a relatively high economic ranking and a relatively developed education industry.
After comparing many admissions brochures, Shu Ange decided to apply for Zhenhua Advanced School.
Zhenhua Senior School is a co-educational school with low age restrictions and is very famous in the north.
In this era, many people are still very conservative in their thinking, and they are unwilling to let girls and boys go to school together, for fear of making a bad reputation.
Those who can study in Zhenhua, both men and women, come from relatively enlightened families, and Shu Ange attaches great importance to this.
Wen Huijun thought it was a girls' school, and Shu Ange didn't want to be with her.
The entrance exam is not difficult. About 100 people have signed up, and there are many candidates from other places. A total of 20 people have been admitted in this batch, and the competition is still quite fierce.
The registration fee is non-refundable. After the admission, tuition fees, book fees, accommodation fees, etc. will be paid separately.
After the test paper was sent out, Shu Ange swept it roughly, the difficulty was average, and there was no problem with getting full marks.
She took the pen to answer the questions carefully, and everyone in the examination room frowned, biting the pen twice from time to time.
Some people were in a hurry and slammed their heads on the table directly.
The invigilator knocked on the other party's desk and reminded with a sullen face: "Be quiet, don't affect other candidates."
The student who bumped into the table was seventeen or eighteen years old. He raised his head blankly, with blue stubble on his lips, like two small question marks.
The weather was extremely hot, and the sound of drinking water was mixed with the sound of the pen falling on the paper.
There was no fan, and the invigilator in decent uniform was sweating profusely.
When the bell rang for the end of the exam, some people were amnesty, and some students immediately burst into tears.
Shu Ange packed up his stationery, said goodbye to the invigilator, and walked out slowly.
The admission list will be announced after three days, and there is no need to re-examine.
The exam lasted for a day, and the day was still bright at the end, and the lush trees decorated the campus with a special seclusion and beauty.
There are students in indigo shirts, shaking their heads under the tree, reciting the text, and they don't mind the sun.
There were also students who gathered to discuss current affairs, each one was impassioned, wishing they could go to the battlefield immediately.
"Husband, please don't abandon me and Ke'er, I kneel down and beg you."
The woman's mournful voice filled people's hearts with grief.
Shu Ange followed the voice and saw a middle-aged woman with her hair tied in a bun and wearing an old-style cyan jacket.