Huayu: Starting by piggybacking on the fame of "Fairy Mom"

Chapter 53 Beating the Big Beautiful Child

Early in the morning, the day before Lunar New Year's Eve.

"I can't get through this year!" Liu Xiaoli angrily threw the gift on the ground, grabbed An Qianqian, and turned to leave.

I just wanted to have a peaceful and uneventful New Year with my family, but things changed so quickly.

As soon as they stepped into the An family home, the mother and daughter received a big surprise.

Without arguing, Liu Xiaoli pulled the bewildered An Qianqian back and quietly watched as An's father and a young woman teased a baby boy who was only a few months old.

Grandpa and Grandma were sitting next to them, all smiles; they were clearly a family.

The two stared at each other silently, neither of them speaking.

After leaving Anjia, Liu Xiaoli turned back and came out again in less than a minute.

Late at night, Anxi nestled in her mother's arms, her chest soaked with tears.

That night, her mother poured out many of her worries to her.

In the end, it was Sisi who hugged Xiaoli, touching Xiaoli's tear-streaked face. Although the ten million hadn't arrived yet, it couldn't hurt to enjoy the joy of motherhood in advance. She comforted her, "Mom, you have me, you are... you are my little darling, we'll be together forever."

Liu Xiaoli didn't hear her daughter's babbling, but she sensed a deeper meaning in her words: "Silly girl, when you grow up you will get married, you will have your own family, and you will have a beautiful little baby. Mom will also get old."

"My home is your home, we'll never be apart. Mom is so beautiful, she'll never grow old. From now on, follow me, I'll take you to new heights, we can..."

The system blocked Anxi's next words.

Poverty makes people sensible, loneliness makes people grow. Anxixi feels that she has grown up and has the heart of a mother.

Using the dim light from the window, Liu Xiaoli wrapped her arms around An Qianqian and breathed on her daughter's neck.

The mother knows exactly where her daughter's sore spot is; the two are alike.

Then she looked at Anxi with amusement and said, "Silly girl, Mommy will stick with you from now on, let's see if you find it annoying."

"Hehehe... Mom, stop teasing me, I won't find you annoying." Anxi snuggled in her mother's arms, begging for mercy. Their roles were immediately reversed, and she became a good girl again.

As the night deepened, the intervals between conversations grew longer.

After the tragic story lulled her to sleep, Anxixi longed to confide in someone.

In the space, An Qianqian stood by the lake skipping stones, first moving her hands to clear away the resentment in her mind.

After meeting Zhou Xiaobai, she became the first outsider in the system.

So, Anxi learned a lot, and she knew that she would become a master at attracting negative attention for a period of time in the future, although she didn't understand why being famous for being infamous was still fame. But she felt it was all her mother's fault for leading her astray.

Although Mom eventually relinquished control, once you're on the bus, you miss your stop and have to start all over again after going through such a long detour.

Imagine people in their fifties or sixties from now on still acting in idol dramas with young heartthrobs. Eight-year-old Anxi felt ashamed. Couldn't they have some ambition?

Now, everything has gone off track, and everything is moving in a positive direction.

But what was bound to happen eventually did happen; there was no escaping Mom's green marriage certificate!

Thinking of this, she gritted her teeth in hatred—wasn't it just because they disliked her for being a maid? Wasn't it just because they disliked her for not having someone to carry on the family line?

But don't we have our little white brother?

Why don't you just have him have a child with the surname An so you can play with it?

If we don't want the good stuff to go to outsiders, who should we raise it with?

Bingbing or Yaya are both fine, but it would be best if Da Meili had one, then we could beat their child and get revenge for them beating us...

Anxi really thought it was a great idea.

After skipping stones for a while, she sat quietly by the lake watching the fish. She felt that the fish in the lake were very happy, a happiness that never grew up.

Zhou Xiaobai sensed the disturbance in the space. He had arrived long ago, but he remained silent.

He knew about Sister Li's family affairs, and the system's assessment already contained the answer, but when the day actually came, Zhou Xiaobai still felt sad for An Qianqian.

But they are powerless and their voices carry little weight; no one believes them when they speak, and since they cannot change reality, they can only accept the consequences.

"Come here, stop hiding, I see you."

An Qianqian knew Zhou Xiaobai had arrived. This was his space; he didn't know who had come in.

And so, An Qianqian rested her head on Zhou Xiaobai's lap, gazing at the sky, utterly devoid of interest in life.

"Move! Isn't your massage pretty effective?" Seeing that Zhou Xiaobai was acting like an idiot and not reacting, An Qianqian pinched his thigh.

"Ouch!" Zhou Xiaobai cried out in pain, "Can't you just stop touching me?"

He thought to himself, "Two tigers can't share the same mountain, unless one is male and the other female. I've met a tigress."

Zhou Xiaobai gently rubbed An Muhu's head, listening to An Qianqian's incessant chatter—

He could tell she was sobbing, but he didn't know how to comfort her.

The two chatted idly, with An Qianqian crying as she talked about how her mother had become mentally unstable over the past two years and would hit the children at the drop of a hat, which made her very angry.

In the end, however, the tears transformed into evil thoughts—

Anxi either had a mental breakdown or was born with ancient evil genes.

She said that her mother must not have a husband to act this way, and that when Zhou Xiaobai grows up, he and his mother will get married to completely stop her from doing evil and bullying children.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Xiaobai was completely stunned and hadn't even had time to react.

An Qianqian continued, blaming Zhou Xiaobai for everything: "You heartless bastard, do you think your mother is too old? Do you think your mother is a burden? You've fed the dog with those steamed buns..."

When Zhou Xiaobai realized what was happening, he was so frightened that he quickly covered her mouth. He wanted to beat this idiot to death.

But fighting is out of the question; someone else will fight anyway.

He declared righteously, "Sissi, what nonsense are you spouting? Your mother will beat you to death—"

"Ugh...ugh...ugh..." An Qianqian struggled fiercely, and the words that escaped from between Zhou Xiaobai's fingers were indistinct, but every word was filled with hatred, "...It's...it's her...she often hits me...so I hit her child...and my aunt is the same..."

This train of thought left Zhou Xiaobai dumbfounded. His hand went limp, and An Qianqian struggled to break free of his control.

She first caught her breath, then dropped a bombshell: "Tomorrow I'm going to find Da Meili. If they behave and listen to us, we won't hit their kids—"

Zhou Xiaobai was furious. Before An Qianqian could finish speaking, he grabbed her and started hitting her without a word. It was the first time he had ever hit An Qianqian.

"Slap! That'll teach you to talk nonsense!"

"Slap! I told you to go tell them tomorrow!"

"Smack! How could your mother have given birth to such an idiot like you!"

"Slap! I'll teach you to hit that beautiful little girl..."

After the punch, Zhou Xiaobai was stunned and looked at An Qianqian lying on his lap—wasn't this Sister Li's child?

The beautiful girl she mentioned… Zhou Xiaobai shook his head, realizing he had been completely misled by An Qianqian.

He gritted his teeth and slapped down again...

But this time, Anxixi had undergone a gender reassignment surgery and did not resist; she was as docile as a little lamb.

But the thought of hitting the beautiful girl seemed to have taken root in his mind...