Rebirth in 1986: Unforgettable Regrets-Chapter 8: Dreaming Back

On the bustling streets, a wrinkled woman, who was only forty-six years old, looked as though she was in her fifties or sixties, with half of her hair turned white and so many wrinkles that they could crushed a mosquito.

She walked aimlessly, each step seemingly so difficult; her hair was a messy disaster, and her clothes appeared as if they had been ripped apart, making her look almost like a beggar fleeing famine.

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No, even worse than a beggar.

Her silhouette was lonely and desperate, and her eyes, void of any glimmer, seemed as if the apocalypse had arrived.

A heavy rain poured down, yet the old woman continued to walk without purpose until a harsh screeching of brakes made her, like a frightened bird, collapse.

Lying on the wet ground, she burst into loud cries, her tears mixing with the rainwater, crying in despair as if she had been abandoned by the whole world.

She had toiled for the Wu Family her whole life, the Wu Family's house, the Wu Family's cars, and the Wu Family's money were all earned through countless sleepless nights.

Originally, when her best friend, Xu Zhenzhen, got pregnant before marriage, she had taken much care; from being pregnant to giving birth, then as the child grew, through every sickness, attending elementary, middle, high school, and even college - she devoted much effort.

Even when Xu Zhenzhen took her design drafts to claim as her own, she did not utter a single complaint.

She pitied Xu Zhenzhen, and because she never had children of her own, she treated her child as if he were her own.

But she never expected that Xu Zhenzhen's child would turn out to be Wu Xinming's.

When the truth emerged, as misfortune piled on with incessant troubles—her body, due to long-term mental and physical strain, was already worn out.

Cervical cancer, stomach cancer, along with other complications, she initially thought that the Wu Family, considering the years she had served them, would at least help with her medical treatments.

The mother-in-law and Wu Xinming were the first to turn against her, eagerly marrying Xu Zhenzhen back, taking her and Xu Zhenzhen's son, while she...

was chased out of the Wu Family penniless.

Her heart was filled with regret, regretting not listening to her mother's advice, marrying Wu Xinming right after high school, then under his sweet talk supporting him through college, later, one wrong step led to another, falling deeper into the quagmire of the Wu Family, unable to extricate herself.

"Mr. Mo, she, she won't be hurt, right?" Li Wei, observing the woman sobbing on the ground, hastily said: "Mr. Mo, I braked in a hurry, but I didn't hit her at all."

Li Wei looked somewhat conflicted and worried about the woman, whose condition seemed not so good.

Sure enough, before Li Wei could think further, the woman fainted.

Inside the luxurious Bentley, Mo Siyu, in his fifties, mature and steady, his face adorned with wrinkles that added a charm due to his age, his eyes deep and unruffled, as if nothing could disturb the calm in his gaze.

Three hours later.

"Mr. Mo, she..." Li Wei, looking at several medical reports in his hands, hesitated, not knowing what to say.

Mo Siyu stood upright in his suit, his indifferent eyes sweeping towards Li Wei.

Without any concealment, Li Wei directly said, "The woman has... several illnesses, in short, she won't live more than a month."

Li Wei did not hide any of the medical jargon.

Mo Siyu's expression remained unchanged, and he said in a deep voice, "Notify her family."

"But..." Li Wei said with difficulty, "She woke up, but she was just crying, not saying anything."

Mo Siyu glanced at her and strode into the hospital room. Inside the private room, on the stark white bed, a woman clutched a pillow, crying as if trying to dry up all her tears.

"What is your family's phone number?" Mo Siyu asked straightforwardly.

The woman kept sobbing.

No matter what Mo Siyu said, she just cried.

"Someone, go check it," Mo Siyu said impatiently and turned to leave.

The woman was pitiful, but her tears were indeed annoying to people.

A day later, all the information about the woman was laid out before Mo Siyu.

"This Tang Yue is truly pitiful. She worked hard for her husband all her life and ended up being kicked out of her home when she grew old," Li Wei rambled on, "The best friend whom she helped all her life had been with her husband for nearly twenty-five years and even bore him a child."

"This man is a scumbag; Tang Yue is really pitiful," Li Wei said upon seeing the information, unable to calm down. Tang Yue's life was too miserable. There was a time when she wanted to leave, but the old crone of the Wu Family mistreated Tang Yue, while the scumbag sweet-talked her, tormenting her for a lifetime.

Until Tang Yue was of no use anymore, then she was driven out.

When Mo Siyu saw these details, he thought of his deceased cousin. Although Si Yao's circumstance was not as dire as Tang Yue's, if only someone had helped Si Yao back then...

Mo Siyu took a deep breath and flipped further, asking, "What about her parents?"

"It turns out, this Tang Yue and Mr. Mo come from the same place, both from Wangjiang County, but she's from Qianjin Village. Her stepfather died when she was in high school, her mother died a few years after she got married, and she also had a younger brother who died a few years ago after being in prison."

"Qianjin Village?" Mo Siyu's gaze swept through then rested on the names of her family members; he recalled correctly, in Qianjin Village, there was only one family with the surname Tang.

"Prepare the car." As Mo Siyu stood up and headed back to the hospital, Tang Yue had just been revived. The doctor said, "If she doesn't undergo chemotherapy, I'm afraid she won't last more than half a month."

"Then prepare for her chemotherapy," Mo Siyu ordered coldly, entering the hospital room. The woman lay motionless on the bed, devoid of life, and if not for her occasionally moving eyes, one might think she was already dead.

"Are you Tang Mingli's niece?" Mo Siyu's cold voice echoed.

Tang Yue's eyes shifted, staring blankly at him.

Seeing her appearance, Mo Siyu didn't intend to say much, simply stating, "One must look forward. There is hope as long as you are alive. Whatever belongs to you from the Wu Family, once you recover, go and claim it back yourself."

"I'm about to die, what chance do I have left?" Tang Yue choked up when she heard this, "I have cancer, with complications, I'll die soon, I have no chance."

Perhaps she cried too much these past few days, Tang Yue felt like crying, but the tears wouldn't fall.

"No, as long as you cooperate with the doctor's treatment, you can definitely get better," Mo Siyu's words seemed to give Tang Yue a glimmer of hope.

In the following days, Tang Yue actively participated in the treatments. Her hair began to fall out in clumps. Mo Siyu occasionally visited her, and during her free time, she would hold a divorce law book and read.

From the nurses' conversations, she learned that the man who saved her, the man paying for her medical bills, was the president of a listed company.