After Switching Bodies, the Mad Overbearing CEO Takes Over the Entertainment Industry-Chapter 214 - 211: Qin Wantang’s Memories

Qin Wantang gazed at his receding figure, lost in thought. Memories surfaced of nineteen years ago when her beauty captivated the entire Central Continent, earning her the title of the most beautiful woman. Because of her looks, many coveted her, yet none dared to lay a hand on her, for she was the sole daughter of the Qin Family’s direct lineage. Her life had always shone brightly, with a promising and open future ahead.

She had a vast family estate and a fiancé of equal social standing.

Yet, her life had three major twists.

The first occurred when she was fifteen years old. Her father brought home a young boy, his illegitimate son from outside. On the day of her eighteenth birthday, a disaster struck: a fire broke out. She managed to escape and heard this half-brother’s cries for help. She hesitated briefly then chose to ignore them, witnessing him struggle in the blaze, ultimately dying in the fire.

Occasionally, haunted by dreams, she would regret not saving him. Human nature is selfish; being female, she originally had no right to the inheritance. It was only because the Qin Family traditionally had more daughters and fewer sons that she became different from other families.

The second devastating blow came a month before her engagement at the age of twenty-two.

She met an obsessively infatuated suitor named Bai Yan Zhang. Even after her rejection, he persistently shadowed her, and although she sent people to forcefully drive him away, nothing could deter his ardent heart. His love felt twisted and disgusting to her.

Then, the day before her engagement, at a social gathering for the young elite, she drank a glass of wine. When she awoke, she was lying beside Bai Yan Zhang, the chaos in the room nearly drove her to collapse.

What followed next was the final straw—her fiancé and her parents. They labeled her a disgrace to the family and promptly severed ties with her. Her fiancé’s family, unable to accept her infidelity, canceled their wedding.

From a cherished daughter of the heavens, she plummeted to a woman scorned and spat upon, all in a single night, thanks to the man who ruined her life.

Her parents intended to catch him and beat him to death, but upon learning he was the sole heir to the Bai Family from Capital City, Old Sir Bai offered ten billion to spare him—settling for a broken leg before taking him back home. freewёbnoνel.com

The wrongdoer received no real punishment, while she lived in a hell of unbearable pain, burdened with disgraceful epithets.

She had no place in Central Continent, where every additional day was a torment. Even though the engagement was terminated, her ex-fiancé remained steadfast. Feeling unworthy of him, Qin Wantang left for Capital City, determined to kill Bai Yan Zhang with her own hands.

After waiting for two months without a chance, she nearly starved to death on the streets for lack of funds.

The third upheaval in her life was the birth of Qin Jiangsheng.

After two months in Capital City, unusual symptoms drove her to spend her last bit of money on a hospital visit, only to discover her pregnancy, and due to her unique constitution, abortion meant permanent infertility.

What mattered more was that she couldn’t even afford the procedure.

She passed a few dazed days. If the child had been her fiancé’s, she would have been overjoyed and sleepless, but this was not the case. This was an illegitimate child. If she aborted it and could no longer conceive, there would be no heir for the next generation, even for the direct lineage.

Being expelled from the family was temporary, she believed. Qin Wantang couldn’t accept that her parents would truly abandon her.

To survive, she ruthlessly sold all her gold jewelry and diamond bracelet for a good sum of money, renting an apartment in Capital City. Countless times, she wanted to rid herself of the child but feared losing her place in the Qin Family for good.

The days of agonizing struggle seemed to stretch on endlessly, so much so that Qin Wantang felt close to death while her pregnancy was only at the five-month mark. She had not undergone a single prenatal check-up, vindictively hoping the child would die in her womb.

But the illegitimate child proved tenacious, stubbornly surviving until the day of delivery.

The heart-wrenching pain was more unbearable than any other day; she nearly thought she would die on the operating table until she heard the loud cries, and only then did she breathe a sigh of relief.

Afterward, she held her son and returned to the apartment. She didn’t know how to take care of a child, and when she heard his terrible crying, she wouldn’t even give him the milk she drank. Eventually, as his cries grew weaker, she thought of her brother who had died due to her neglect.

In the end, she couldn’t overcome her inner struggle and fed him haphazardly from then on.

Sometimes she felt it was nice to have a child around and would unwittingly be amused by his unintentional gestures, but in the still of the night, these emotions would corrode her.

She crazily brought her five-month-old child to a starving stray dog. The child’s loud crying scared the dog into stillness. After a while, seeing no danger, it approached, bared its white fangs, and was about to bite him.

As the child’s cries became deafening, Qin Wantang rushed over and, swinging a big stick, drove the dog away, shouting, "Get lost, get lost!"

She threw her whole body over the child, protecting him with her back, and cried bitterly sprawled on top of him.

She’d be tender to him at times, and at others, she’d scold and hit him.

When she heard him timidly look up at her and call her "mommy," she would hold him and cry.

In the deep of the night, she’d shatter the bowl of porridge he’d brought her, watching coldly as his little hands were cut by the shards.

The sight of white porridge mixed with fresh blood was like splattered ink on clean paper, filthy and staining.

By morning, she’d be normal again, bandaging the wounds on his little hands.

She thought she would live crazily with the child for a lifetime.

Until her ex-fiancé came looking for her. He had found out who had framed her years ago. Due to her absence, half of the Qin Family’s power had fallen into her aunt’s hands. Her ex-fiancé bluntly offered to help her take back the power, but on one condition: the child had to go.

If the Qin Family knew of this child’s existence, inheritance rights would shift to him. As per the ancient rules set by the ancestors, a male of direct lineage would receive full inheritance rights.

That day, she struggled for a long time, until the four-year-old, presenting her with a bowl of porridge, lifted his smiling face and said in his childlike voice, "Mommy, have some porridge."

He was only four, yet he did the laundry, cooked, and cleaned the house all by himself. To reach high places, he would stand on chairs, being very careful not to hurt himself to avoid wasting her money on medical bills. Therefore, he hardly ever caught colds, took care of himself very well, and would not cry or fuss even when beaten.

Even when he was sad, he would cry secretly. When she found out, he’d quickly wipe his tears and look up at her with a warm smile, calling her "mommy."

Qin Wantang met his clear, innocent eyes, her throat dry and every swallow full of bitterness.

As her phone’s ringtone insisted on, she mustered a difficult smile, "Jiangsheng, mommy is going to take you somewhere."

His clean, tea-colored eyes dimmed in an instant, because he had heard her conversation with her former fiancé; he understood everything.

He nodded his small head softly, "Okay."

She dropped him off at the doorstep of the Orphanage and left without looking back for fear of regret.