"She didnât come back..." Eleven said, holding back tears which blurred her vision. "She just left me there... I stood in the rain for a long time, feeling like I was about to die... I thought, better to die, after all in this world, no one loves me anymore..."
"Actually, I really, really wanted to ask her, if she doesnât love me, why did she give birth to me in the first place? My fatherâs departure was not my fault. If she couldnât bear my birth, why didnât she abort me? If you give birth, you should be responsible, shouldnât you?"
After giving birth to Jiujiu, she realised that no matter how hard or tiring it was, she would never, ever abandon her own child.
She wouldnât become like her mother, who abandoned her child because of poverty.
"But never mind, I donât intend to tell her these things anymore. It doesnât matter now, Shang Qianxun is already dead, I am Fang Eleven, Uncle Shang also thinks this way, right? Thatâs why you told her, the person you found isnât the me sheâs looking for."
Shang Meng didnât say a word, his voice expressing a bit of heaviness: "Youâre right. Child, in our eyes, you are already dead. These years, we never held out any hope. Without you, our family has been doing just fine. So I think, letâs not make any changes anymore. Finding you again was truly unexpected."
"I didnât want to meet you either, because your reappearance makes me feel disgusted."
She understood what Shang Meng was saying.
Even though he knows who she is, he doesnât want her back.
Itâs fine, she doesnât want to go back either.
"Child, keep this money, as Uncleâs compensation for these years. You... move out of Xicheng, the further away the better. Okay?"
A cheque with many zeroes.
Uncountable, enough for her and Jiujiu to live a comfortable life. The money, it can buy a lasting peace for the Shang family.
Eleven loves money, because it can change many things. But this money only makes her feel nauseous.
"Whether I move out of Xicheng or not is not for Uncle Shang to dictate. If I want to move, Iâll move. If I donât, then I wonât. You donât owe me, you owe Shang Qianxun, not me, Fang Eleven, so I will not accept this money."
"This money... is not only for Shang Qianxun," Shang Meng pushed the cheque back, "but also for Fang Eleven."
"What do you mean?"
"Take this money and leave Gu Liancheng. He is soon to be engaged to Little Snow and theyâll be getting married soon. You have no place in this, and thereâs no point staying around him."
Looking at the cheque, Eleven found it absurd: "So, Uncle Shang, are you trying to force me out using your future father-in-lawâs status? The drama of wealthy families is now enacted by the future father-in-law instead of the manâs father? Quite novel."
Shang Meng frowned: "You better take it or you will end up with no gain at all."
Eleven stood up, ripped the cheque and pressed it on the table: "Uncle Shang, if you wish to warn me in the capacity of a father-in-law, please wait until you officially become one!"
"Fang Eleven!" Shang Meng was also somewhat angry, and stood up.
Does she know something?
Ye Fei suddenly appeared, standing at Elevenâs side with a cold expression: "Uncle Shang, Eleven has said ânoâ. Canât you understand that?"