The Tender Beauty is Sweetly Doted in the 20th Century Novel!-Chapter 179 - 178: The Legendary Story of Nurturing a Provincial Top Scorer Through Hardship

Chapter 179: Chapter 178: The Legendary Story of Nurturing a Provincial Top Scorer Through Hardship

He patted Gao Huifang’s face with a mocking expression, "You only deserve to be with me, understand?"

"You’re nothing, so stop pretending to be so high and mighty."

Seeing that Gao Huifang ignored him, Song Kangcheng burst into laughter, "Still thinking about He Chen? His wife is the provincial top scorer now, what are you?"

"You’re just a village girl, and a slut who messed around with his cousin in the village, not even worth a fart. Even after eight generations, he wouldn’t glance at you. Give up already."

Song Kangcheng wanted to take her home, and Gao Huifang dared not disobey.

Even though she had thought countless times about exposing the filthy things Song Kangcheng did to her, no one would believe her.

Gao Huifang was very aware.

The villagers all looked down on her; the men thought she was cheap, and the women thought she was dirty. If she revealed that there was a second person who bullied her repeatedly, it would only be even harder for her to survive in the village.

Song Kangcheng knew her situation well. After she had undergone an abortion and finished her postnatal rest, during their first time together, he laid everything bare to her.

At that time, when Gao Huifang held Song Kangcheng, she felt an overwhelming familiarity, though it was just a mere suspicion back then.

Unexpectedly, he was especially arrogant and deliberately whispered a sentence with the voice she feared most into her ear.

Gao Huifang broke down on the spot.

She screamed like a madwoman, barely dressed, and ran outside, but stopped at the door.

Song Kangcheng never stopped her; he just leaned against the doorframe with a sarcastic look, as if waiting for her to go out and proclaim the matter.

Gao Huifang was very scared, very desperate.

She always thought Song Kangcheng was her only salvation, her last retreat. She had unknowingly fallen in love with him through his daily pretense, but to her surprise, he turned out to be the man who pushed her completely into the abyss.

She never imagined Song Kangcheng hated her so much, nor that he would do such beastly things to her. But it had already happened, the certificate was taken, and her way out was long gone.

Having been in the countryside for so many years, she had been abandoned by her family long ago. She had so many siblings at home, and none cared for a woman far away. Other than here, Gao Huifang had nowhere else to go.

She could only choose to compromise.

Later on, Song Kangcheng’s temperament changed dramatically. He no longer coaxed her or treated her well. Instead, he lazed around all day, ordering her to work, and enjoyed verbally abusing her during intimacy, yet Gao Huifang was utterly powerless.

She got pregnant, and Song Kangcheng neither allowed her to abort nor gave her any money.

Unable to leave, with love and hatred knotted in her heart, Gao Huifang could only swallow the bitter fruit she had sown painfully.

Now, the last shred of her pride was completely extinguished.

Gao Huifang was filled with regret.

She deeply regretted trampling on Song Kangcheng’s dignity so high and mighty back then.

Also regretted always thinking too highly of herself, positioning herself too high, and not seeing the reality to choose a decent person to marry.

If only she had known not to try seducing He Chen, marrying an ordinary person would have been better than now.

Unfortunately, there’s no medicine for regret in the world.

...

Ye Manman was unwell, and after returning home, He Chen had her sit down to rest.

But Ye Guoqiang and Yang Xiumei quickly barged in with a crowd, under the pretense of visiting their daughter.

"Manman, which city are you planning to go to? With the provincial top scorer’s score, you should get into the best university, right? Are you going to Jing City?"

"All year round, you’re busy running a business in town and never came back. Your dad and I often talk about you. You, this child, came back today and didn’t even think to visit your maternal home first. Your dad hasn’t slept well for three days since he found out you were the provincial top scorer, constantly thinking when you’ll return."

Yang Xiumei came rushing in and headed directly towards Ye Manman, her smile as bright as a blooming chrysanthemum.

She even wanted to grasp Ye Manman’s hand to showcase their deep mother-daughter relationship to the townsfolk, but Ye Manman wasn’t having any of it.

She stood up and moved a step to the side, "Are you thinking of me or the provincial top scorer? You know in your hearts."

Ye Manman’s attitude was too cold, and the townsfolk who came to watch sensed gossip in the air, quietly whispering among themselves.

Ye Guoqiang lost face, his face turned stern, feigning authority.

"Manman, what kind of tone is that? You’re my daughter, isn’t it natural for me to think about you? Even if you didn’t become the top scorer, I still care about you, always thinking when you’d come home for a visit."

He spoke while sighing, "I only have you and Xiaotong as daughters. You both went to town, and Xiaotong occasionally comes home. We never blamed you for being busy and unable to return. Now, why are you talking to your mom like this?"

"Even as the provincial top scorer, you’re still my daughter, Ye Guoqiang’s daughter. In life, the most important thing is not to forget where you come from. No matter how you develop outside, you shouldn’t forget home, remember to help your sister, and help the people in the village when possible."

Ye Guoqiang had never spoken so much in front of so many people. All eyes were on him, making him feel elated, pouring out the words he had mulled over for days.

"As parents, we work hard to bring up our children, hoping that the children we painstakingly raised can achieve success. Now that you’ve become the provincial top scorer, you’ve brought honor to the Ye Family."

"We don’t ask you for anything in return, we just hope that no matter how far or high you fly, you don’t forget to come back home, lend a helping hand when you can."

His speech was emotional, sounding as if it was an affectionate parental exhortation before their child set off, deeply moving.

At least, that’s what Ye Guoqiang thought; he believed he spoke well.

However, Ye Manman’s eyes were only filled with sarcasm and indifference, "Is that so?"

"When my mom passed away when I was young, you immediately married Yang Xiumei. Did you ever care for me since then?"

"Ye Xiaotong was older than me, so I had to call this stranger sister, my room became her room, my bed became hers, and I was bullied and scolded by her every day. Did you care?"

Recalling the early life of the original soul in her dreams, and seeing Ye Guoqiang and Yang Xiumei’s pretentious demeanor now, an overwhelming feeling of disgust and sorrow suffocated her, and her momentum became aggressive.

"You treated Ye Xiaotong as your own daughter, I could only wear her old clothes and shoes and use the stationery she didn’t want. Her poor grades meant Yang Xiumei didn’t let me study, and you didn’t either. Now you say my top score is because of your hard cultivation? What did you cultivate?"

"Cultivated me to eat only green vegetables and not meat? Or cultivated me to go hungry for two out of three days, not allowing me to eat when unhappy?"

"Before I got married, weren’t you eager to marry me off quickly? Didn’t you want to take the two hundred dollars of dowry my dead mom left and give it to Ye Xiaotong as her dowry?"

She approached Ye Guoqiang and Yang Xiumei step by step, feeling increasingly heartbroken as she spoke, feeling the heartache for the soul that had already departed this mortal shell.

She stared at Ye Guoqiang, "Is this the legendary journey of you carefully cultivating a provincial top scorer? Now I’ve helped you tell everyone, are you satisfied, Dad?"

This was the first time Ye Manman called Ye Guoqiang "dad" since arriving in this world, but it made Ye Guoqiang’s face turn ashen, nearly staggering.

His lips trembled, struggling to say anything for a while, but no words came out.

Ye Guoqiang hadn’t expected her to bring up her childhood at a time like this, and in such a questioning tone, as if he had committed utterly heinous acts.

But he hadn’t done anything at all.