CHAPTER 434: CHAPTER 178: THAT UNKNOWN LOVE (PART 2)

For years, the Su Mansion in Su Ziceng’s memory was shrouded in the shadow of Chang Mei and her daughter. Now Chang Chi has left, and Chang Mei has spoken out everything. The hatred imposed in Su Ziceng’s mind began to crumble bit by bit.

Perhaps this is the true meaning of Qiao Chu giving her a second life; she didn’t want her daughter to bear too much hatred.

When Yan Wuxu brought that old servant, in her subconscious, Su Ziceng already viewed Chang Mei as a murderer. So, without realizing it, she stood on the same front with Yan Wuxu, indifferent to the impersonation of the baby, indifferent to the massive reshuffling of the Su Family affairs.

"What am I really doing?" Su Ziceng stood up, facing the terrace, looking at the unrecognizable Su Family Garden.

The baby’s cries came from upstairs, along with Yan Wuxu’s curses and the nanny’s coaxing voice.

The noise from upstairs grew louder, tearing through the approaching night’s darkness, with Yan Wuxu cursing while applying makeup to her face. After changing her clothes, she swayed down the stairs and soon vanished at the Su Family’s main entrance.

Su Ziceng walked to the outside of the baby’s room, this unfamiliar "little brother" had grown quite a bit, the aggrieved nanny was comforting the child.

"Are you his biological mother?" Su Ziceng asked.

The nanny was startled, but relaxed upon seeing Su Ziceng.

"I’m not, young miss, you know, the lady doesn’t let me say that." The nanny, a genuine countrywoman, still spoke with a thick rustic accent.

"She’s gone out, it’s fine," Su Ziceng stepped aside, watching the well-fed, plump baby.

"Young miss," the nanny seemed to want to say something else, but hesitated to speak. This honest countrywoman eventually couldn’t help but beg.

"Please, let me take the child and leave," the nanny had just put the child to sleep when she suddenly knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Su Ziceng.

"?!" Su Ziceng was startled by her action.

"If we stay in the Su Family, neither the child nor I will survive," the nanny trembled, pulling up her own and the child’s sleeves lying in the crib.

On the tender skin of the child and the dry skin of the woman, were scattered burns from cigarette butts and dark bruises, a shocking sight.

"Wuxu? Did Wuxu do this!" Su Ziceng stood in the cozily decorated baby’s room, seeing the most cruel aspect of the world.

"I’m a simple person, I can endure some hardship, but the child is different, he is too young to withstand this torment. Initially, I was blinded by money when I brought the child to the Su Family. Young miss, please be kind, let them secretly let me go. I will take the child and his father to the South to work, and we will never return to Mo City again." The nanny kept kowtowing continuously to Su Ziceng, as if looking to her as a merciful savior.

The nanny had attempted several times to take the child away, lately, whether the lady of the house was in a good mood or not, she would vent her anger on the two of them, and it was always in places hidden from the view of others. First it was angry scolding and slapping, then pinching and hitting. It was her complaining about the child being noisy, that led to putting the baby in this room. Later, after being reprimanded by the old master, she claimed it was the nanny’s idea, attempting to drive a wedge between her and the child.

"Young miss, the lady told me I can’t speak to anyone, saying that the old master would kill him if he knew the young master wasn’t his own. She said Secretary Chang is a malicious woman who kills without blinking an eye. She also instructed the gatekeeper not to let me step out of the Su Family, please talk to them, I beg you." The nanny finally caught the only person she could discuss this with as soon as Su Ziceng returned, and held on no matter what.

Su Ziceng couldn’t hastily agree. But those cigarette burn scars and the nanny’s tearful pleas couldn’t possibly be fake. Initially, it was her who introduced Yan Wuxu into the Su Mansion, how could she push Yan Wuxu out now. The current situation was partially her creation, she owed Mrs. Yan, and the "little brother" whose whereabouts remained unknown.

"Get up first," Su Ziceng looked downstairs, she couldn’t directly let the nanny take the child away yet. She must find a way, perhaps telling Mrs. Yan, asking her to persuade Yan Wuxu, might work.

"I can’t control her anymore," when Su Ziceng went to her, Mrs. Yan was sitting in the hall, where a Buddha statue was enshrined. Mrs. Yan murmured the Buddhist Scriptures with her eyes closed, as if the matters Su Ziceng spoke of were just smoke from incense sticks burning in the incense burner, "Ziceng, I’ve long been unable to control her. If I could control her, she wouldn’t have abandoned her own son, nor would she refuse to tell me where the child was. She wouldn’t have colluded with that young master surnamed Fei, causing him to be disabled for life."