Xiao Ai finally got the check.

She walked up to me and said to me, "I want to treat you to a meal. I hope you don't refuse me."

"If it is for your child, I promise you that I will take good care of you and there is no need to eat." I politely declined. After all, I am a woman with a stance.

"No matter what, I want to thank you for entrusting you with your care for my son in the future. I know we will not be friends, and I know you despise me, but this is my thanks and I hope you can accept me."

I looked up and admitted that in my inner world I have always despised this woman, this money-worshiping woman, gave birth to a child for money. She may have loved Bi Ye, but in the end she loved herself, a rational and indifferent woman.

She and I are not on the same road.

However, this was indeed the first time she invited me to a meal.

"Okay...but I have said everything I should say, and there is nothing to say with you. I also know that you are a rich woman now, much richer than me, but I really don't want to eat with you so much, because for me, that money is not clean, and women should be independent."

"I've booked a seat, please!"

She took me to the most luxurious place to eat.

She looked around here and said proudly: "My classmates are still struggling at the grassroots level, they are all poor people. I already have children, and the children will become rich second generations. I have become rich now. My mother has not lived in the whole life, but I have done it."

"But, don't you feel shameful when you spend this money? That's what you get from selling love and selling your body." I'm so disdainful.

"In this world, there are so many people who betray themselves, but how many have succeeded? Didn't it be that the man played with it? He felt regret when he was defeated by the flowers and willows, and I, after all, got what I deserved."

"What will your child feel when your child grows up and knows that his mother exchanges him for money? You are too selfish and never consider other people's feelings, including your own children."

She poured me a cup of tea: "This cup of tea, I respect you. I am not an ungrateful girl. If it weren't for your kindness, my child would not be born. I would have left long ago. You gave me the money to change my destiny. But Ye Chuchu, I'm not you. I didn't have a mother to teach me to be a kind woman. My world is selfish." She looked sad: "Actually, I want to grow up carefree, but when I was a child, I had to endure my mother's hysteria and endure her irritability. She vented all her resentment on me. She hated that man and also hated me. But she needed to use me to retaliate against that man."

I can imagine the miserable life she was when she was a child.

Every child is an angel, and we adults paint black color on the white paper of children.

Let the children become like us and gradually become dirty.

If we can be as pure as children, each of us can become an angel again, but this dream will not come true. People are fighting for profit, afraid of losing money.
Chapter completed!