Summary of Chapter 46 – A turning point in Scapegoat Bride by iReader
Chapter 46 immerses the reader in an emotional journey within the world of Scapegoat Bride, written by iReader. With the hallmarks of Internet literature, this chapter balances emotion, tension, and revelation. Perfect for readers seeking narrative depth and authentic human connections.
Miss?
Is she the young miss of the Yun Family? Could it be that Old Master Yun still had a daughter?
But I've never seen it before. Han Yi Er now had a face full of doubt ...
Seeing that, Yao Chen Guang laughed: "Miss's name is Yun Xin Yu, she is the Master's adopted daughter, and has been taking care of branch business in foreign countries for a long time."
After this explanation, Han Yi Er finally understood everything.
"What did you do for your birthday?"
Hearing Yao Chen Guang's question, a desolate and cold memory surfaced in Han Yi Er's mind...
He remembered that when he was young, he did not know what birthday represented. When everyone was discussing birthdays in primary school, a classmate asked himself, "Han Yi Er, when is your birthday?"
"Birthday?"
"Hahahaha, Han Yi Er jumped out from the crevice!"
No, no, she was a child born of a mother. Hearing the ridiculing laughter of her classmates, Han Yi Er, who was seven years old, had a face full of grievance.
When she returned home, she pursed her lips and sat beside her mother: "Mom, can you tell Yi Er when her birthday is?"
"Birthday?" His mother obviously could not remember Han Yi Er's birthday at all. "Yi Er's mother has also forgotten her birthday."
At the age of 7, she did not blame her mother for forgetting her, but only hung her head in disappointment.
A few days later, mother brought Yi Er out to the streets and met a neighbour from the same village: "Big Sis Wang, do you remember when I gave birth to Yi Er?"
"Aiya, Sister Han, what happened to you? Did you forget about your own child's birthday?"
, who was seven years old, cutely shook Big Sis Wang's arm. "Auntie Wang, don't blame Mother, it was Yi Er who was at fault first."
"You're wrong?" Big Sis Wang looked at Han Yi Er, puzzled.
"Yes." Nodding his head, he looked at his mother guiltily. "Because ... Yi Er also does not know about Mother's birthday. "
7 years old! How many people were shocked when a seven-year-old said something like that?
She didn't know how to put it into words. She just thought it was her mistake. A few days ago, she asked her mother about her birthday. She realized that she didn't even know about her mother's birthday ...
Imagine now 17, 27, 37 years old people, how many of you remember their parents' birthdays?
The birthday of a child is a day of suffering for parents. When you are enjoying yourself by blowing candles, do you ever think about when your parents' birthday is?
Tears glistened in Big Sis Wang's eyes. Yi Er's director seemed to be born to be such a obedient little girl, yet she suffered such an unfortunate family. "I remember that on New Year's Eve, sister-in-law Han gave birth to Yi Er."
New Year's Eve?
Just knowing her birthday, Han Yi Er had an indescribable feeling of joy, because at least this way she could tell her classmates that she wasn't a child who jumped out of a rock.
"Thank you, Big Sis Wang."
"Thank you, Aunt Wang."
As he walked hand in hand with his mother, the golden sunlight shone especially brightly on Han Yi Er's face. "When is mother's birthday?"
The childish voice of the child was exchanged for the stiff response of the mother, "I don't remember ..."
"How about this, Mom and Yi Er can have their birthdays together."
Han Yi Er did not refuse, and only nodded indifferently, turned around and walked towards Old Master Yun's room ...
Yao Chen Guang...
A real person was just like his name. A touch of morning sunlight would occasionally appear in his line of sight.
The last time he had reached out to help himself in that cold swimming pool, he had been unable to forget it for a long time.
Anyone who extended a helping hand to Han Yi Er was like a giver in the middle of a snowstorm to her, because the word "care" was something that could only be chanced upon and not sought ...
Pushing open the door, Han Yi Er looked at the Old Master Yun lying on the bed and the corners of his mouth curled into a light smile: "Uncle, Yi Er hasn't taken care of you in two days, I'm sorry."
Do you miss it?
It was as if Uncle Yun's heart was filled with longing after not seeing him for two days.
It was really strange. Even though he clearly hated staying here, he was actually very close and happy to see the Old Master Yun.
Contradictory, it was really very contradictory.
Looking carefully at Old Master Yun's skin and face, he saw that all his functions were still in good condition. His face was also very red, why was he unable to wake up for such a long time?
It was already noon, Han Yi Er cleaned up Old Master Yun's room and headed straight to the kitchen.
Now that the Housekeeper Li was not around, his pace became a lot more relaxed. He could not help but hope that the Housekeeper Li would never come back, so that he could at least relax a little while Yun Ao Tian was not around.
Picking up the food that he should normally prepare for Old Master Yun, Han Yi Er decided that he would personally prepare food for Old Master Yun today.
Just as the fire was opened, a surprised question came out from behind: "Yi Er, what are you doing?"

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