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Chapter 832: Chapter 816 The First Lesson of Life Chapter 832: Chapter 816 The First Lesson of Life “What should we do now?”

Ren’s mother was also anxious.

Couldn’t things be quiet for once?

Did they have to argue here non-stop?

What if Ren Li woke up because of the noise?

What then?

Wasn’t this asking for trouble, what else could it be?

Ren Ying’s eyes darted around before she turned to address her mother.

“Mom, just watch him for now, make sure he doesn’t scream,” Ren Ying said, then hurriedly ran out and closed the door.

As she came out, she also tiptoed to Ren Li’s room, pressing her ear against the door, trying to detect any sounds from inside.

After crouching there a long while, she heard nothing.

She placed her hand on the doorknob, and for a moment, she wanted to open the door, to see with her own eyes whether Ren Li was awake or not.

Otherwise, she felt utterly unsettled.

She feared that during the long night, before they could get rid of Tang Xincheng, Ren Li might catch them red-handed.

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If that happened, her son’s life would be over.

But in the end, she didn’t have the courage to push open the door, fearing that what might greet her wasn’t anything else but the scowling face of Ren Li.

Then all would be for naught—all opportunities come only once and won’t present themselves a second time.

There would never be a second chance for her in this world.

People are selfish by nature and only look out for themselves.

There was no reason for Ren Li to have a better life than her.

They were biological sisters, twins at that.

Weren’t they supposed to share blessings and endure hardships together?

There was no reason for her to have a rough life while Ren Li lived comfortably.

It wasn’t fair for Ren Li’s son to be safe and sound, while her own son had to suffer this way.

Yes, to suffer this way.

The reason Wu Liangliang was so dark and thin wasn’t because of something else, nor was it due to poor genes.

Logically speaking, Ren Ying wasn’t that bad-looking herself, and Wu Bin used to be a pretty-boy.

Needless to say, everyone has their awkward moments, just as everyone has times when they look good.

Don’t look at the now bloated Wu Bin; back in his youth, he was quite the fresh meat, otherwise, Ren Li wouldn’t have fancied him at that time.

But even the finest skin can’t withstand the ravages of time—like Wu Bin, like Ren Ying, like many others.

They didn’t retain their youth but only ended up with bodies full of fat.

Ren Ying clenched her teeth, and then, in an instant, transformed into a Herculean force, pushing the living room sofa across the floor.

In the past, she was a woman who couldn’t even twist open a bottle cap, but now she had become a superwoman, able to move such a big, heavy sofa.

It’s hard to say whether it was her strength as a mother or if her heart had just become too cruel, now hardened beyond self-recognition.

She wedged the sofa firmly against the door and then rushed into her own room.

Her room remained the same as it had been even after being married for over a decade; her room was still hers.

However, Ren Li’s room was different now, transformed into her son’s.

People’s hearts have always been biased since ancient times, but to see such blatant favoritism even towards one’s own children was truly rare.

She lavished her love on her younger daughter, and not just on her, but on her grandson as well.

Now, there was no place for Ren Li in this house.

If Ren Li knew that up until recently, her room had been occupied by Wu Liang, that sometimes Wu Liang even ate, drank, and relieved himself there, it would be a shock.

Despite Wu Liang’s age, incidents of bed-wetting were not unheard of.

Luckily Ren Li hadn’t thought in that direction, assuming the dampness was due to the duvet being moist; the truth was far from it.

Tang Xincheng was her flesh and blood, yet he had always been a well-behaved child since infancy, nurtured by the physically robust Tang Yuxin.

Plus, he was raised on the Chen Family’s ancestral secret recipes—aside from wearing diapers as an infant, he grew up with the awareness and stopped wetting the bed.

And even on the rare occasion he did, Zhang Xiangcao at their house was so diligent it was almost absurd.

She would wash the bedding immediately, making it smell fresh and feel warm again, so Ren Li hardly ever smelled her son’s urine.

Even Xiaobai from the Gu Family was well-cared for by the diligent housemaids at home.

If the maid was preoccupied, others would step in, including Tang Xincheng, the uncle, who often helped wash his little nephews’ diapers.

Meanwhile, Ren Li slept in such damp conditions, restless for most of the early night until she grew drowsy towards dawn.

Thus, she remained unaware of any noise outside, vaguely hearing something but eventually dismissing it as a dream, unable to distinguish reality amid her semi-conscious state.

Even if the world outside flipped upside down, she still believed she was dreaming.

This was the greatest regret of her life: the day which became an indelible memory, the catalyst causing her definitive rift with the Ren Family.

After Ren Ying finished dealing with the situation, she quickly returned to her own room, pulling out all sorts of items haphazardly.

When she dumped these items on the floor, Ren’s father was very resistant.

“Do we really have to do this?”

He disliked the things Ren Ying was holding.

Ren Ying was his daughter, Wu Liang was his grandson, but wasn’t Tang Xincheng as well?

He also genuinely liked Tang Xincheng, his grandson.

He had agreed to this plan initially, but even with consent, it wasn’t right to let others treat the child so cruelly.

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“Dad, I had no choice,” Ren Ying explained as she and Ren’s mother began to act, one holding a rope, the other tape.

It didn’t take them long to tie Tang Xincheng up tightly.

Tang Xincheng sat on the ground, bound as tightly as a twist of yarn, his mouth sealed with layer upon layer of tape.

He struggled periodically, his eyes filled with resentment.

It was hard to imagine such a young child could have such a look in his eyes.

It made one wonder how deep his hatred for the Ren Family ran.

Perhaps the first he would hate in his life would be the Ren Family, and they would be the last he despised.

The Ren Family taught him the most important lesson of his life.

That was, some people are outwardly kind, but in their hearts, they’ve betrayed you over and over.