Reborn as a Weak Beauty Pampered by All novel Chapter 318

Chapter 318: Chapter 318: Look at how ugly you look now, crying as if you’re even more miserable than I am!

After that, he spoke through the door to Feng Yi, "You know Uncle Song and Mother Qi are aware of you being here, right? And their goddaughter, Kang Li..."

Before Old Master Feng could finish speaking, inside the room, Feng Yi found half a brick from somewhere and smashed it against the door, "Go back where you came from, stop your endless nagging here!"

It was silent outside the door, and shortly after, the sound of footsteps walked away.

Feng Yi held his bowl, stuffed a bite of food into his mouth, not wanting to shed tears, yet unable to control the tears falling from his eyes.

He gulped down the corn and rare pearls, letting the tears fall into the bowl. Seeing him like this, Mo Yan didn’t know how to comfort him.

Having not experienced the life of others, how could he advise someone to see things a bit more lightly?

Suddenly, Feng Yi put down his rice bowl and began wailing like a child, crying to Mo Yan, "I didn’t want to cry, Brother Yan, I really didn’t, but I couldn’t help it, I just couldn’t... I feel so wronged, my heart aches, I want to shout to him that I’m also his son, that his blood runs through my veins,

Why can’t he treat me the same as those stepbrothers of mine? Do you know? In front of me, he has never once called himself ’dad’. I’ve seen him lift his favorite child high,

I’ve seen him let his favorite child ride on his shoulders, I was so envious back then, looking up at him longingly, but it was as if he didn’t see me at all, picking up the son five or six years older than me and putting him on his shoulders..."

Mo Yan understood, he knew that Feng Yi was actually craving the love of a father and a mother, but those who were supposed to be his parents failed to give their child that affection.

At that moment, Mo Yan thought of himself... and his late father; suddenly, he felt as if he might have been a bit of an ingrate?

His mom and dad had only one son, him. They loved him dearly; they would save him the tastiest food, and whenever his father was home, he would play with him, running back and forth in the yard with him on his shoulders, as he spread his arms wide, yelling, "Fly, fly..."

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