webnovel

Transmigrated as the Tortured Female Lead's Daughter

My mother is the sweet, silly, and innocent protagonist of an angsty novel. My mother was the substitute for the overbearing CEO's unrequited love interest who ran off when she found out she was pregnant. As for me, I'm nothing special. I'm just the child prodigy who became a hacker at the age of five. … Genius hacker Gu Chu found herself reborn in the pages of a tear-jerker book. She had been transformed into a cute little five-year-old. Her mother was the tragic female protagonist while her father was the uncultured, boorish male protagonist. There was also a gaggle of hostile, opportunistic relatives and a pretentious, seemingly-virtuous but vile-hearted aunt... Gu Chu straightened her small little frame and began waging war secretly to help her mother. What bad intentions could a five-year-old have? She just wanted to protect Mama. … Until one day... The man who had hunted her across half the globe in her previous life suddenly appeared. As he stared at the weeping little doll-like child in her princess dress, the man fell silent for a long while.

A Crescent Moon · Général
Pas assez d’évaluations
606 Chs

Chuchu is my child with manshi

Gu manxi's voice was as gentle as spring water, flowing into the endless desert in Zhao manshi's heart.

Zhao manshi finally couldn't help but cry and ask, " "I ... 'What should I do ...' 'Sister, I'm really so uncomfortable ...' I'll never forget what happened that night ..."

"I'm scared ..."

"It's all my fault ... If I didn't wear the dress that day, maybe it wouldn't have happened ..."

"I don't dare to tell you. I'm afraid that you ... You think I'm dirty ..."

Gu manxi's voice was hoarse. She pressed down on her sister's shoulder and comforted her gently, " "You silly child. This matter will never be your fault. It's that bad man's fault. Don't worry, I'll get justice for you. He'll pay for what he's done."

Zhao manshi cried until her throat was hoarse.

Grievances, bitterness, sadness, and the negative emotions that had been suppressed in her heart for a long time were like a flood that burst out of a dam, making it hard for her to breathe.