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The next morning, as soon as I opened the door, I saw Xiao Yin standing at the entrance with a large stack of drawing paper.
"Mother, look at the portraits I've drawn!"
Xiao Yin squeezed into the room. She sat down on the mahogany chair and spread the stack of drawings across the table.
"Mother, this is a picture of you. This is you when you were young, and this is you now. Aren't they exactly the same?"
As I looked at those portraits, a mix of emotions surged within me. The little girl in the drawings had eyes and brows just like mine. She smiled brightly, her eyes crescent-shaped with joy.
I could never forget how much effort I put into making little Xiao Yin happy back then. Yet in the end, she turned out just like her father. They never empathized with me; they only felt that what I did was expected. They didn’t understand gratitude.
I closed the drawings. "Xiao Yin, please go away. I don’t want to see these portraits."
Those images would only remind me of my past pain.
Xiao Yin looked at me, tears welling in her eyes. "Mother, do you really not want me anymore?"
I took a deep breath to calm myself. "Xiao Yin, it's not that I don’t want you. It’s just that after living together for so many years, I’m tired. I want to change my way of life."
Xiao Yin refused to leave. In the end, it was the butler from the Pei family who took her away. I knew that Xiao Yin wouldn’t give up easily.
Sure enough, a few days later, Xiao Yin returned again. This time, she held a ceramic plate in her hands.
"Mother, look at this plate. Do you remember? You made it for me with your own hands."
Xiao Yin handed me the ceramic plate. How could I forget? I had made that plate myself when Xiao Yin was just over a year old. I had seen how much she loved pastries but always ended up getting her clothes dirty.
So, I came up with this idea. I made a clay plate and, after firing it, gave it to Xiao Yin. She loved the plate and used it for her meals every day. However, after her father took her to meet Liang Lin a few times, one day, Xiao Yin suddenly ran home in tears. She said she had broken the plate.
I comforted Xiao Yin, telling her it was okay and that we could make another one. But Xiao Yin was stubborn; she insisted that I fix the plate. Unable to refuse her, I glued the plate back together for her. Only then did she stop crying.
As I looked at the ceramic plate, a cold smile crept onto my lips. I knew that Xiao Yin had intentionally smashed it because she thought it was too ugly. Now, she believed that using a broken plate could win back my heart. Little did she know, I had already stopped loving her.
I tossed the ceramic plate into a mahogany box, and it shattered into pieces instantly. "Xiao Yin, this plate is no longer useful. Your father has already bought you a new one."
Xiao Yin stood frozen in place, shock written all over her face. I ignored her and turned to leave. After that day, Xiao Yin never came back. I knew she must be very sad, but she didn't realize that I was even sadder.
I was a mother. I had sacrificed so much for Xiao Yin, yet in the end, I received nothing in return. I couldn't even acknowledge my own children. Xiao Hang and Xiao Yin would never understand; they would always only love themselves.
After attending a gathering with the clan elders, Zhao Mingcheng worried that I might drink too much, but he ended up drinking even more poorly than I did. After we finished drinking, our carriage somehow disappeared. Zhao Mingcheng was a bit tipsy and unsteady on his feet, so I had to support him as we walked back.
By the time we reached the entrance of the estate, Zhao Mingcheng was completely out of it.
I helped him into the house and let him sit on the mahogany chair.
"Xiao Xiao... Xiao Xiao..." Zhao Mingcheng murmured my name.
My heart raced, and my cheeks flushed. Fueled by the alcohol, I leaned closer to Zhao Mingcheng.
"Zhao Mingcheng, do you like me?"
He looked at me, his gaze hazy.
"Xiao Xiao... I like you..."
A jolt ran through me, and my heart quickened. I leaned in and kissed Zhao Mingcheng's lips. He froze for a moment, then took the lead, deepening the kiss. I could smell the sweet aroma of rice wine on his breath.
Zhao Mingcheng's kissing was inexperienced, but it captivated me nonetheless. We kissed our way to the bed. Zhao Mingcheng reached out to unfasten my collar.
His fingers brushed against my collarbone, causing me to shiver involuntarily. Zhao Mingcheng paused.
"Xiao Xiao, is it okay?"
I nodded.
His kiss fell again, fervent and overwhelming, almost taking my breath away. His lips traveled downwards, landing on my collarbone, gently pecking at it.
He whispered in my ear, "Xiao Xiao, please don't push me away anymore..."
In the darkness, I unfastened Zhao Mingcheng's jade belt.
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