Chapter 225 The Tragedy of a Dancer (8)
Chapter 225 The Tragedy of a Dancer (8)
Xia's mother did hear the argument upstairs.
However, adhering to the principle of "it's better to avoid trouble," Xia's mother did not go up.
But she didn't expect Xia Mingwei to be so ruthless.
If Xia Mingzhu hadn't been wearing familiar clothes, she wouldn't have recognized her as her precious daughter.
"Mingwei, if your sister has really done something wrong, you could just scold her a little, why did you have to hit her?"
"You didn't hear what she said to me before. Otherwise, you would have praised me for my good play!"
Xia Mingwei did not answer the question directly, but instead spoke sincerely.
"this…"
Xia's mother was momentarily at a loss for words.
She knew how much Xia Mingzhu looked down on her sister, who was a dancer. She had even said some harsh things to her sister, laced with sarcasm.
She had warned her long ago that these words were best kept to herself; bringing them into the open would only embarrass everyone.
Now look what's happened! They've caught us red-handed!
Xia's mother sighed, "Your sister is young and doesn't understand things yet. Why are you arguing with a child like her?"
"She's still young? When I was her age, I was already working in dance halls to make a living. Back then, nobody told me I was still young!"
Upon hearing this, Xia Mingwei couldn't resist taking a jab at her mother.
When Xia's mother begged her to go and support the family, she wasn't any older than Xia Mingzhu.
Xia's mother's face stiffened, and a hint of unease flashed in her eyes.
She turned her head away somewhat guiltily. "Why bring this up out of the blue?"
"Didn't you say she was too young before I brought it up?"
"If Mother thinks my younger sister is old enough, she could come to the dance hall to dance. The two of us sisters could work together there and look after each other. What do you think?"
Before Xia's mother could even speak, Xia Mingzhu couldn't wait to call out.
She covered her already swollen and red cheek, sobbing as she said, "Mother, I don't want to go to that place. That's not a place for a proper woman!"
The usually lively and cheerful daughter was now pleading with her with teary eyes, which broke Xia's mother's heart.
Ignoring Xia Mingwei's expression, she hugged Xia Mingzhu tightly and whispered, "You are my precious darling. How could I let you go to those places?"
"Is what Mother said true?"
Despite receiving assurances from Xia's mother, Xia Mingzhu remained skeptical and pressed for answers again.
"Of course it's true! Tell me, when has your mother ever lied to you?"
Only then could Xia Mingzhu finally relax.
When Xia Mingwei suggested that she go to the dance hall to dance, she was really scared, afraid that Xia's mother would send her to that cannibalistic place for the sake of so-called status.
"Sister, you heard it too, Mother won't let me go to the dance hall to dance!"
Xia Mingzhu is the kind of person who forgets the pain once the wound has healed. Her mother comforted her a couple of times, and she thought she was all set again!
She is different from people like Xia Mingwei who come from lower-class families!
She was Xia's mother's beloved daughter, a student at school. How could she possibly stoop so low as to become a dance hall dancer?
Thinking of this, Xia Mingzhu glanced at Xia Mingwei with a slightly provocative look, just like when she had previously flaunted her family's doting affection for her.
Seeing this, Xia Mingwei didn't feel angry; instead, she found it somewhat amusing.
The entire Xia family revolves around Xia Tianyao, the male heir. In order to remain inconspicuous and have a role in the family, Xia Mingzhu has no choice but to amplify her presence.
She didn't blame Xia's mother for their favoritism, nor did she blame Xia Tianyao, the beneficiary of the system, for daring only to relentlessly belittle her older sister, Xia Mingwei. By suppressing Xia Mingwei, she was trying to prove that she wasn't the lowest-ranking person in the family.
This appearance is truly ridiculous and laughable!
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