Quick Transmigration: The Host Is Sweeter Than Sugar

[Fanwai·Tanghuai 1]

When Tang Huai was young, he didn't understand what an illegitimate child meant.

In his view, father is father and mother is mother.

He didn't understand why, the obviously loving parents suddenly became hysterical enemies.

He didn't understand why, the person who should be his grandfather looked at him with disgust.

When he was seven years old, he and his mother were sent to a strange place.

This is different from home.

There are many people who look like people.

They were dressed in glamorous clothes with kind smiles on their faces, but they scared him more than the evil spirits of hell in the story.

He doesn't have a warm little bed or warm meals made by his mother. He can only sleep in a cold and humid dungeon every day. His clothes are so old and rotten that there will be no new clothes.

Will be beaten.

Here, being beaten seems to be commonplace.

Sometimes, if he didn't know what he did, he would be beaten severely.

He tilted his little head blankly, looking at the flesh and blood spilling on his body, unable to understand the sudden change of the world.

About being beaten more, he was aroused inexplicably.

He hates people who become servile after a few beats, smile and flatter those disgusting people.

He thought with disdain, what could be pleased?

It's just death anyway.

nausea.

He hates his mother even more.

He hated all the things she exchanged for laughing and flattering. He threw the food and new clothes she brought him on the ground, pointed her nose and cursed her why she was so shameless, and he could make it just for this little thing. That kind of disgusting thing.

At that time, the woman always looked at him with his motionless eyes, then plucked up the food, patted the dust on it, whimpered on her dry lips, and passed it to him again.

All the verbal abuse and the clothes and food thrown away by him have become pains in the heart that will never heal in the days to come.

...

Tang Huai loved to eat strawberry mousse cake since he was a child.

When he was young, his mother made it for him.

After arriving on Slave Island, he never encountered anything related to it.

Tang Rujing didn't know where to get a small piece of cake, and regardless of the cold war between the two, he held it in front of him like a treasure.

He stared at the woman's foul-smelling body, knocked the cake over without thinking, and said the last thing he regretted in his life——

"You traded it with your body again, right?"

It was a mother who didn't want her son to know the scar. He opened it by himself and sprinkled a lot of salt on it.

Tang Huai never saw her again.

After hearing the news from her, he had offended a powerful man, was locked up and beaten half to death.

A little boy who seemed to be dressed neatly came over and stuffed him with a bottle of medicine.

He said, this is not for him, but for his mother.

That was the first time Tang Huai wanted to see what had become of the woman he hated.

After he was rashly drugged, he was thrown back into the dungeon.

When he could move before his body, he begged the dungeon guard to take him to see his mother.

Although the man was a staff member on the Slave Island, seeing Tang Huai at a young age, his body was hurt, and he cried out to see his mother, with compassion in his heart.

According to his name, he was taken to the dungeon where his mother was locked up.

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