Quick Transmigration: The Host Is Sweeter Than Sugar

[Fanwai·Tanghuai 1]

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

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

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

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

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

It's not like home.

There are a lot of people out there who look like people.

Dressed in bright clothes and with kind smiles on their faces, they frightened him more than the ghosts of hell in the stories.

He has no warm crib, no warm meals cooked by his mother, he can only sleep in a cold and damp dungeon every day, and his clothes are so old that they are rotten, and he will not have a new one.

still be beaten.

Here, being beaten seems to be a common occurrence.

Sometimes, he didn't know what he had done, and he would be beaten severely.

He tilted his head in a daze, looking at the flesh and blood spilling from his body, unable to comprehend the sudden changes in the world.

Probably because he was beaten too much, he was inexplicably aroused to rebel.

He hates those who become groveling after a few beatings, and smile and flatter those disgusting people.

He thought disdainfully in his heart, what is there to please?

It's just death anyway.

nausea.

He hates his mother even more.

He hated everything she got in exchange for laughing and fawning. He threw the food and new clothes she brought him on the ground, pointed at her nose and scolded her for being so shameless. That nasty thing.

And at that time, the woman always looked at him with unmoving eyes, then picked up the food in a fawning manner, wiped off the ash on it, licked her dry lips, and handed it to him again.

All those abuses and the clothes and food thrown away by him have become a pain in the heart that will never heal in the days to come.

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Tang Huai has loved eating strawberry mousse cake since he was a child.

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

After arriving on the slave island, he never encountered anything related to it.

Tang Rujing got a small piece of cake from nowhere, 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 over the cake without thinking, and said what he regretted the most in his life——

You traded your body again, didn't you?

That was the last thing a mother wanted her son to know about the scar, and he uncovered it with his own hands, and sprinkled a lot of salt on it.

Tang Huai never saw her again.

Later, I heard from her that he had offended a rich man, was locked up and beaten to death.

A clean-looking little boy came over and stuffed him with a bottle of medicine.

He said it wasn't for him, it was for his mother.

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

After being hastily drugged, he was thrown back into the dungeon.

When he was able to move his body, he begged the guard of the dungeon to take him to his mother.

Although the man was a staff member on the slave island, seeing Tang Huai being young, covered in injuries, and calling to see his mother, he felt compassion in his heart.

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