Favoring the concubine and killing the wife? She divorced the concubine and lived with her concubine

For some reason, Fang Feiyan was unwilling to return to her hometown that she missed so much, and wanted to stay in this remote town.

This town is some distance away from her real hometown. Although it is not far, Fang Feiyan's family members are not there.

When Fan Zhixing escaped, he only took the silver ingots but no banknotes. So the three of them were not as well off as they had imagined. They could only rent a drafty room and barely make ends meet.

To support her two boys, Fang Feiyan's cooking skills came in handy. She pushed the noodles out every day to sell them, while Fan Zhixing and Xiao Wen helped out while studying.

The three of them depended on each other and barely made ends meet.

However, even in a remote town, the people were not necessarily simple and honest. Even though Fang Feiyan's stunning appearance had been worn away by time, it was still a rare beauty here.

When women like this set up stalls, the end result is always bad. Fang Feiyan, to keep her customers, always smiled politely, but that was wrong. Every now and then, women would point at her and yell at her. Fan Zhixing and Xiao Wen couldn't stand it, and if they tried to stop them, they would be beaten.

Any man who came here to eat a bowl of noodles would inevitably go home and have his wife twist his ears. Even if a man was thoughtful, he didn't want to be scolded every day, and Fang Feiyan had been scolded so often that her temper was no longer good. Gradually, the noodle stall lost business, and life became increasingly difficult.

But bad things always happen to people. Fan Zhixing found that Fang Feiyan was getting weaker and weaker, while her skirt was getting bigger and bigger. Finally one day, Fang Feiyan fell in a pool of blood.

The doctor came and after just a quick glance, he told them to go find a midwife.

After escaping death and going through a whole night, Fang Feiyan gave birth to another son.

No one thought she was a pitiful person, but only cursed her over and over again, asking whose bed she had slept in to give birth to this son. Every woman was suspicious of her man, and every man, after drinking, was discussing who had done something so unnoticed.

Suspicion came and went, and finally the suspicion fell on a lame widower. The widower had never married and had a strange temper. He was furious when he was suspected.

One day, he actually ran to the house where Fang Feiyan and the other two lived with an oil lamp and set the house on fire.

This town was no longer habitable, but Fang Feiyan did not dare to take the two boys back. After all, they were also worried about the pursuers from the south city.

They finally returned to Fang Feiyan's parents' home. It was across a mountain from the town, and the road was difficult to travel, so the bad reputation did not spread.

My uncle from my mother's side was already old. When he saw Fang Feiyan coming back with three sons, he was very surprised, but he accepted them.

My uncle was terminally ill and childless, so Fang Feiyan came to take care of his funeral arrangements and left the house to them. My uncle's house was in town, facing the street, but it was not used for business. To support Fan Zhixing and Xiao Wen's studies, Fang Feiyan opened a restaurant.

The baby boy was secretly lost by Fang Feiyan many times, but was picked up by Fan Zhixing every time. He felt that although the boy should not have come, he should not have died.

That day, Fang Feiyan sent the boy away again, but Fan Zhixing asked for him back.

"Zhixing, I've found a family for him this time. They're willing to raise him and won't let him die." Fang Feiyan had no maternal love for this child. This was a bastard she'd been humiliated by, and she didn't want him! Every time she saw him, she would think of her helplessness and despair that night.

Xiao Wen looked at the baby boy, babbling to him with his hands outstretched, and instantly felt pity for him. This child had almost killed his mother, and he had no good feelings for him, but this child looked very much like his mother, especially his eyes.

"Mother, why don't you stay?" Xiao Wen turned to look at Fang Feiyan, but Fang Feiyan lowered her eyes and said nothing.

Fan Zhixing's sympathy instantly diminished because of Fang Feiyan's painful expression, but looking at the child he always thought of himself as a child, who was also tossed around and eventually thrown into a fire pit.

"Do you know how this child came about?" Fang Feiyan's voice was bitter, as if every word contained bitter fruit.

"I know..." the two answered weakly.

"You don't know... that bandit was sent by the Xiao family. They don't want us to live, they want us to die!"

Fang Feiyan's eyes were filled with hatred, a hatred she didn't want to show in front of her children. She knew the child wouldn't live well under the influence of hatred. But every time she saw the baby boy, she would think of the bandit's words to her. Those words were the seeds of hatred, and if they grew into a tree in her heart, they would eventually hang the children from that tree.

The baby boy was uncomfortable being held by Fan Zhixing, and he cried loudly, trying to break free. For a moment, the whole room was irritated by his crying, including Xiao Wen and Fan Zhixing.

Xiao Wen reached out for Fang Feiyan's hand, but both of theirs were cold and trembling, neither able to comfort the other. Their hatred and pain were too heavy, and the child in Fan Zhixing's arms was a book that recorded the past.

"That bandit told me that Xiao Li spent three hundred taels to make us live a life worse than death! If it weren't for that woman who came to the rescue, we wouldn't know what would happen to us now..." Fang Feiyan's beautiful eyes were bloodshot, and she was in so much pain that she couldn't shed a single tear.

"Zhixing, Wen'er, I don't want you to be tortured by this hatred. It's enough to torture me alone. Please, send him away. Looking at him... I can't forget him!"

Xiao Wen watched his mother bury her head in her hands, trembling but unable to feel her tears. He, on the other hand, burst into tears, unsure what to say. At that moment, he made up his mind: he would keep his promise.

He said he would return to the Xiao family and kill all those who bullied them. He had already gradually erased this thought from his mind, because he didn't have the ability, because it was out of reach. But now, he wanted to carve this hatred firmly into his heart, so that he could force himself to work hard to achieve his goal.

"Mother, leave him here!" Xiao Wen stood up, held Fang Feiyan's face in his hands, and asked her to go see the baby boy. The baby boy felt a huge sense of oppression and fear when Xiao Wen pointed at him, and he cried even louder.

"He is the hatred we have in the past! We must keep this hatred and let it grow! Then we must take this hatred back and throw it back to the Xiao family!"

"He will be my son from now on. I will take him back to the Xiao family. When he gets the Xiao family's assets, I will tell them how ridiculous they are!"

Xiao Wen's figure swayed in the candlelight, yet seemed unusually tall. The dark shadow behind him seemed to cover the entire room.

"Zhixing, let's destroy the Xiao family together!" Xiao Wen went over and held the baby boy in his arms.

"Recently, I learned a new character, 'Xuan', which means brilliant and bright. His name is Xiao Xuan, our light and the Xiao family's darkness."

Fang Feiyan saw the fire of revenge in her son's eyes. Although she was reluctant to admit it, her heart was filled with anticipation. She held Xiao Xuan in her arms and watched him struggle painfully on her body. For the first time, she felt relieved.