Chapter 578 — Tang Zhi's Tangled Thoughts; Who Would Have Thought the Girl's Face Was Ruined Too! Mother Tang Just Wanted Her Daughter to Try—At Least There Would Still Be a Thread of Hope, No?
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"Mom, don't call..." Hearing her mother's words, Tang Zhi's heart trembled slightly, and the resentment she had felt toward her mother melted away in that instant. Her mother still loved her! Yes—her mother had suffered for most of her life, and all her scheming was only for her daughter's sake, so that she would not have to live in poverty in the future! Her mother's methods might be a little extreme, but in that moment Tang Zhi understood her.
Yes—just moments ago, watching the bulldozer push toward their courtyard, watching the excavator smash their roof in, Tang Zhi had felt so helpless, so powerless! She wanted to fight against fate, but she could not! Before those powerful and vicious people, Tang Zhi truly had no strength to resist.
She understood her mother now; she knew why her mother had become so snobbish! That was simply how reality was—how could her mother not be snobbish? If Wei Zhao really were still her boyfriend, as she believed, could he have sat by and watched her family's home be torn down?
When Zou Ruoming had tried to assault her and Wei Zhao taught him a lesson, the whole Zou family had trembled before her like frightened grandsons! And Zou Ruoming was one of the great tycoons of Songshan City, high and mighty! Yet before her, he had not dared even to breathe too loudly...
"Yun'er, your mother has no choice either... I don't want to see you suffer!" Mother Tang sighed.
"Mom..." Tang Zhi wept, weeping so bitterly and so desolately: "I know you mean well for me, but I don't want to be so spineless! If Wei Zhao doesn't want me anymore, how can we still have the nerve to go looking for him? If I hadn't ended up like this, it might be all right—if we owed him too much, there would always be a way to repay it. And if we truly couldn't repay it, well, isn't there a saying—debts of gratitude are repaid with feelings..."
Looking at Tang Zhi, Mother Tang and Liu Xinlan both ached for her, yet there was nothing they could do to help.
"Auntie, how about I go and talk to Wei Zhao? I'm an outsider here—I don't care about saving face. At worst, he turns me down, and what of it?" Liu Xinlan thought it over; this phone call was better made by her.
"That would be wonderful, Xinwen—then I'll leave it to you!" When Mother Tang heard that Liu Xinlan was willing to make the call, she was naturally overjoyed! It might not work, but trying was surely better than not trying, wasn't it? Wei Zhao might, out of regard for the time her daughter had been with him, not wash his hands of her entirely.
Tang Zhi bit her lip, wanting to stop them, but in the end she only sighed. At this moment, if not Wei Zhao, she truly did not know whom else to turn to...
In just those few short minutes, Tang Zhi's heart had suddenly come to terms with everything. The house was gone, her father's legs were broken, her face was ruined—the whole family could not possibly be any worse off! To use a rather popular expression: dare they be any more miserable than this?
In truth, deep down, Tang Zhi wanted to see whether Wei Zhao really cared about her. Faintly, she still held some hope; a young girl's thoughts are always hard to fathom, and a girl in love even more so.
Watching Liu Xinlan pick up the phone and dial that familiar number, Tang Zhi's heart seized with tension, her breathing growing uneven. Suddenly she said, "Wait..."
"What is it, Yunyun?" Liu Xinlan set down the phone and looked at Tang Zhi strangely. "Yunyun, you ought to let him come..."
"Mm," Tang Zhi hesitated for a moment, then said firmly, "Tell him I've been disfigured, that my face is ruined, that I'm no longer pretty... If he won't come, then don't force him."