Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 1551

He was whipped by his mother every day.
His biological mother, who should have loved him the most in the world, only had disgust for him.
At home, even his breathing was annoying.
Just because his father was a cowardly drunkard. Whenever there was a little money in the family, his father would take it to drink, and his mother vented all her resentment on him.
Originally, his mother was raped by his drunk father, and then conceived him. In those days, losing one's chastity was a shameful thing. His mother had no choice but to marry his father.
He was not expected to be born.
After he was born, he survived in the world every day.
Finally, one day, in order to be with a powerful man, he saw with his own eyes that his mother pushed his drunken father into the river.
His father died, and his mother finally left his father. She abandoned him and rushed into the arms of the powerful man.
Since then, he became an orphan.
He had been frozen, hungry, and picked up garbage.
Roaming and begging, sleeping under the bridge.
He had eaten moldy buns for days, had a stomachache for two days and two nights, and no one cared whether he lived or died.
He had been soaked in heavy rain for days and nights, had a high fever, was delirious, but no one gave him a pill.
For a while, he really wanted to die.
Unfortunately, Heaven didn't want his life.
So he began to imagine that Heaven didn't want his life, there must be an important mission for him.
He didn't expect that at this time.
His abandoned mother appeared again.
He could hardly recognize her.
His mother seemed to have aged by ten years. Her messy hair, dirty clothes were indescribable.
She recognized him.
He originally thought that his mother had come back and he was no longer an orphan. He wanted his mother's embrace. The fierce image of his mother whipping and scolding him every day in his memory had faded. He only remembered the occasional favors his mother gave him.
He was too tired of begging and wanted to return to his mother's side.
His mother took him home, bought food, and said she would make him a good meal.
He was overjoyed.
He looked forward to it.
But unexpectedly, he secretly hid outside the kitchen and wanted to see what delicious food his mother had prepared for him. Unexpectedly, he saw the scene of his mother poisoning the food.
His mother cried and scolded while putting poison in the food.
"Damn bastard, it's all because of you that ruined my life. He doesn't want me after playing with me because I've had children. It's all your fault, all your fault!"
She frantically sprinkled poison into the food, "Go die, you go die!"
He was stunned.
He picked up a stick and hit his mother from behind.
His mother fell against the stove, and the spilled oil instantly ignited the stove and then the entire kitchen.
He turned and fled, fleeing to a very distant place.
Looking at the raging fire that completely swallowed his dilapidated home.
The fire burned for a day and a night before it went out. The old house was left with only charred ruins.
He never went back to look at it again.
All sins ended with this great fire.
Since then, he no longer believed in anyone, especially women. There was only one belief in his heart.
He must survive, he must be strong, he must be powerful, he must become a superior man!
Until he became a colonel and joined the warlords, he finally had a stable meal.
He knew his opportunity had come.
He desperately studied, worked hard to please everyone, and looked for opportunities that could not be missed.
Step by step up.
Until today...