Chapter 1178 - Sorry; please do not abandon me.
Provocative Fiery Wife: My Superior is a Affectionate Spitfire
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
âI know that I shouldnât have lied to you; I shouldnât have told you lies... wu wu wu... Please donât abandon me, alright?â
Hearing the childâs crying on the other end of the walkie-talkie, Pei Ge sighed lightly.
âStop crying, boy. Iâm not blaming you; stop crying.â
âI know that youâve guessed it already...â
The child sniffed in a terrified voice immediately after she spoke.
âThatâs right. Iâve guessed it...â she softly admitted, feeling helpless.
She did not expect Ji Chi to be unlike the naïve, innocent, and obedient child she had pegged him as.
Rather, he was... one who made use of his advantages to scheme against others...
He had long realized that she was the âAuntie Haniâ he had been conversing with through the walkie-talkie. Therefore, given his understanding of her personality, he made use of her...
She made use of her to complain about Qiao Jingyun, and she only realized what the child had done afterward.
âWuu... Sorry; I didnât do it on purpose...â
At her admittance, the child wept again.
That voice sounded especially heart-wrenching.
âAlright. Stop calling me âmommyâ. Just call me Sister Hani like you used to before.â
She rubbed her temple helplessly. To be honest, she was not angry that this child had lied to her.
She was angry with the environment that the child grew up in. A child should be naïve and innocent, yet this one actually learned to scheme against others at such a tender age. How was this not heart-aching?
âAre you still angry with me?â The child wept timidly.
âNo. Iâm not angry with you. Be good and stop crying. Auntie will never be angry with you.â
Her voice softened when she perceived the anxiety and nervousness in the childâs voice.
âYouâre lying... If not, why wonât you let me address you as âmommyâ...â
It was apparent that her effort to comfort the child did not work. His weeping only grew louder, and it seemed that he was starting to lose control of his emotions.
âAuntie isnât truly angry with you. Iâm not letting you call me that because... your mommy isnât me... You canât use that word on me, anyhow...â
For some reason, there was a slight hitch in her voice when she told the boy that.
âI want you to be my mother, though...â The child stopped crying and declared before mumbling, âI know that you think that Iâm not a good child and Iâm naughty for lying to you, but... I didnât do it on purpose. I was just... scared.â
Perceiving the lost and fear in the childâs voice, her heart was close to melting.
Right now, she just wanted to appear beside the boy and embrace him tightly, telling him that she really did not mind...
âAuntie, sorry; I really didnât want to lie to you. Sorry... but I really didnât know what to do. Sheâs really too scary... Why couldnât you be my mother, instead?â