Chapter 944 - 987: My Name Is Mu Beiting
My name is Mu Beiting. Before I turned ten, I lived with my mother, but at that time, I didn’t have a name! From the moment I was born, my mother never took care of me for a single day. Until I was three, I was raised by an aunt from next door! After I turned three, the aunt got married and went far away with her husband. From that day on, I became a lonely, helpless person!
Before I was three, I was too young to understand what a mother meant to a child. I only knew that it was just a title!
After I turned three, I gradually began to understand that a mother should be the closest person by your side, the greatest, most selfless person in the world, willing to give everything for her children!
However, my mother was not like that! She never cared about me. When she was in a good mood, she might say a couple of words to me. When she was in a bad mood, she would hit me with things! She never cooked a single meal for me.
When I was hungry, I would go to the trash can downstairs to find leftovers that others had thrown away. Occasionally, neighbors who took pity on me would bring me some food from their homes! In those situations, I often went hungry for several days; the longest was three days, lying in bed without any strength!
But my mother didn’t care about me. She only took care of herself! That one time, I almost starved to death! Later, I still managed to see some leftover food on the table from my mother. I crawled over, grabbed small handfuls with my hand, and stuffed them into my mouth, just barely saving my life.
Every time I walked down the street and saw other mothers holding their children’s hands, comforting them and wiping their tears when they cried, tenderly holding them in their arms, I wondered why my mother was so different, completely ignoring me, as if I had nothing to do with her!
At some point, my mother started bringing different men home. At first, I was still a child. My mother never cared whether I was present and directly rolled on the bed with strange men in front of me!
At that time, I was too young to understand what they were doing on the bed. I just heard the piercing sounds they made and saw them entangled, all soaked in sweat. The men seemed to enjoy it, the mother seemed to be in pain! Even though I was young, I could tell they weren’t doing something good.
After every incident, the men would give my mother money and then leave!
But that money would quickly be squandered by my mother! Smoking, drinking, gambling, but never a penny spent on me!
As I grew older, my mother began to chase me out! Every time I was thrown out of the house, I would wander aimlessly in the streets! Once, I saw an old lady picking up a lot of bottles from the trash can. I didn’t understand what she was doing with them and followed her! I saw her sell those bottles for money! Although it wasn’t much, it was enough to stay alive, to prevent starvation!
From that day on, I started collecting trash too! On days when I collected more, the bottles could sell for a few dollars. On days when I collected less, they might bring in a few cents! Earning a few thousand a day at that time was considered high income!
Every time I made money, I would use it to buy food! Sometimes, I would even buy things for my mother.
Unfortunately, my mother never appreciated the things I bought. She would just sweep them onto the ground with one hand.
Since then, I realized my mother didn’t like the things I bought, and from that time on, I never bought food for her again.
Other children at the age of five were still cradled and carefully cherished by their parents, but I was already starting to cook in the kitchen. Although I couldn’t cook dishes, I could fry eggs and rice and reheat my leftover meals for lunch or dinner.
Sometimes, I sat on a stool, eating while watching my biological mother sweating and groaning in bed with other men.
I really thought she was filthy; my mother was the dirtiest thing in the world, dirtier than the trash I picked!
I lived like that for ten years! During those ten years, I never went to school for a single day, never felt motherly love, and didn’t know what family affection was.
Because of long-term malnutrition, I stood a whole head shorter than kids my age.
And I’ve become numb, thinking that’s just how life is!
Until one day, I came home with money from selling trash and found a man in the house! I didn’t know this man; I had never seen him before. But he knew me!
This man was very serious, tall, well-dressed, clearly not an ordinary person, very different from the men my mother usually brought home!
When the man saw me come back, his already stern face became even more tense. In a low voice, expressionless, he asked, "You’re her son!" as he pointed at my mother who was sitting on the bed, crossing her legs and playing with her nails.
I looked at the man, gently nodded, then said nothing, going straight to the kitchen to dump the leftover meal from yesterday into the pot to heat up, and then sat quietly eating in the living room.
I don’t know what the man thought seeing me like that; he just looked at my mother, angrily asking, "Is this how you’ve raised your son?"
"This is my son; I can raise him however I want. What does it matter to you?" My mother’s tone and attitude weren’t good, and she wasn’t polite to the man either.
The man said angrily, "He is the son of Mu Huajian, and I will take him back to the Mu Family!"
Only then did I learn that the man’s name was Mu Huajian!
My mother sneered disdainfully, "Why do you think you can take him back? I gave birth to him and raised him this far. Why should it be so easy for you?"
"I want to...!" My mother was about to continue when Mu Huajian suddenly looked at me, stopping her from saying more.
To make the conversation easier, my mother chased me out again! I sat on the doorstep with my food, eating silently! I was completely uninterested in what they were talking about!
I didn’t know what they discussed, but before long, Mu Huajian came out!
Mu Huajian stood beside me, looking down from above, emotionless, and dropped a sentence, "I’ll come to pick you up tomorrow!" and then left without looking back.
After Mu Huajian left, my mother came out! She crouched down, touched my dirty face, and said with a smile, "Ten years of raising you, it wasn’t all for nothing!"