Between these two women, one was raised by her own hands. The other she watched grow up from childhood.
At this moment, Old Madam Zheng looked somewhat distressed and raised her hand to hold Old Master Zheng’s hand, "Since the child already knows her mistake, let’s forgive her this time."
Zheng Lingling quickly said, "Daddy! Xianjing knows she was wrong, please spare Xianjing this once."
Old Master Zheng threw down the whip, "Remember not to make the same mistake again!"
No matter what, Zheng Xianjing was still his granddaughter, and actually, Old Master Zheng felt somewhat reluctant to punish her.
"Thank you, Dad, thank you, Dad." Zheng Lingling went on, "Xianjing, quickly thank Grandpa."
"Thank you, Grandpa."
Old Master Zheng let out a sigh, "A prodigal who returns is more precious than gold, get up now."
Old Madam Zheng immediately helped the mother and daughter up from the ground, the old woman felt sorry for her daughter and granddaughter, but she ignored the malicious hatred to the extreme in the depths of Zheng Xianjing’s eyes.
Back in the room, Zheng Lingling applied medicine to Zheng Xianjing’s back, and Zheng Xianjing said, "Mom, I feel like we’re like a dog raised by the Zheng family, they beat us when they want, scold us when they please, and occasionally when they’re happy, they throw us a couple of bones..."
Zheng Lingling’s complexion changed, "Xianjing, let’s endure a bit longer."
They had both endured for so many years, what did this moment of suffering matter to them?
The next morning.
Zheng Xianjing seemed like a different person, her face no longer bearing the previous arrogance, even her clothing was not as bright as before.
Her overall demeanor had become much more low-key.
To outsiders, Zheng Xianjing’s behavior seemed like a sincere act of repentance.
But Ni Yang knew that things were far from that simple.
"Sister, I’m sorry." Zheng Xianjing called out to Ni Yang’s retreating figure and offered an apology.
Ni Yang smiled faintly, "It’s okay."
Since someone was willing to act, she would accompany her in the act.
She loved to act the most.
Zheng Xianjing then asked, "Sister, you’re not mad at me anymore?"
Ni Yang took Zheng Xianjing’s hand, the corners of her mouth curving into shallow dimples, "To err is human. As a sister, how could I blame you?"
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