Is it possible that without the pressure from superiors, her mother would not have died? She would not have experienced a motherless childhood again? Losing the person she loved most?
Tang Zhixia has not missed her mother so much for a long time. Her mother has always been the person living in her imagination, because she has no memory of being with her. She was only one year and eight months old at the time.
She didn't understand anything, only her mother in the photo looked at her so tenderly. Tang Zhixia couldn't help but burst into tears, and she felt extremely distressed.
She doesn't hate anyone, but she doesn't want to meet anyone from the Xi family, including Xi Jiuchen.
She thought that what she should do was to cut off contact with the Xi family and stop touching anyone in the Xi family. That would be fair to her deceased mother.
At this moment, there was a knock on her door, and she probably guessed who it was.
But she didn't want to get up, let alone open the door.
"Zhixia...it's me, open the door." Xi Jiuchen's voice came.
The knocking on the door stopped for a while and then started ringing again. It was obvious that the man outside the door would not leave until he saw her.
Tang Zhixia wiped her tears, calmed down, washed her face, and then walked to the door and opened it.
She didn't look at the person outside the door, but said lightly, "Go away! I don't want to see you today."
Xi Jiuchen's heart immediately panicked. He didn't know what Xi Ruiming said to her, but he knew it must be something hurtful to her.
"Why don't you want to see me?" Xi Jiuchen asked hoarsely.
Tang Zhixia's eyes turned red and she raised her head to stare at him, "If you don't want to see me, you don't want to see me. Don't come to me again in the future, let alone contact me and my family. You Xi family should stay away from our Tang family."
"Zhi Xia..." Xi Jiuchen wanted to say something else, but the sound of a door closing blocked him.
Standing outside the door, Xi Jiuchen's handsome face was confused. Tang Zhixia's words hurt his heart and made him breathless.
He felt the trace of hatred in her eyes. What did Xi Ruiming say to her?
Did she actually hate the Xi family?
No, Tang Zhixia didn't hate the Xi family, she just couldn't accept what the Xi family did to save people.
If the Xi family had not done this, would the mother still be alive?
Tang Zhixia closed his eyes. If his mother was still alive, Xi Jiuchen must have died when he was six years old.
The inexplicable pain in her chest made her suffocate.
Xi Jiuchen and her mother, she greedily wanted them to be alive.
Later, Tang Zhixia wanted to take her son home. She wanted to draw a clear line between herself and the Xi family. She wanted to lead her own life with her son, a life without the participation of the Xi family.
Zhan Qingye heard her persistence on the phone and could only send the little one back before dinner.
"Mommy!" The little guy ran towards her as soon as he got off the car.
Tang Zhixia hugged her son and said to Zhan Qingye who got out of the car, "Thank you for taking care of Chenchen."
"This is what I should do, are you okay?" Zhan Qingye asked with concern.
"fine."
"Mommy, why are your ears hurt?" The little guy noticed with sharp eyes and cried out in distress.
"Mommy was accidentally scratched by something. It's okay." Tang Zhixia comforted her son with a smile.
But Zhan Qingye knew what she had been through, and he looked at her with concern, "Zhixia, no matter what happens, my brother and I will help you unconditionally."
"Thank you, go back!" After Tang Zhixia finished speaking, he took his son home.
When Tang Zhixia took his son home, he couldn't help but see the two people at the gate of the community. He looked familiar and said, "Mommy, are those Uncle Xi's bodyguards?"
Tang Zhixia deliberately denied it and said, "No, you saw it wrong."
Although Xi Jiuchen left, two of his men were standing downstairs while Tang Zhixia took her son home.
She wanted to take a long vacation with Li Mei, and she would not return to the company for the time being.
