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Madam Jiang was taken aback by her words, but being a seasoned person, she quickly regained her composure. The smile on her lips softened a bit as she reached out to pat her cheek and said, "What are you talking about? I am your mother; you are my biological child from the Jiang Family. There is no doubt about that."
Jiang Yating faintly tugged at the corners of her mouth. In her heart, her mother had always been a lofty fairy, noble and elegant, as unattainable and colorful as clouds in the sky. She bit her lip, reflecting on herself; aside from her good looks and slender figure, there was no trace of her mother in her.
She still remembered when she fell seriously ill as a child, her mother never came to see her. It was the old housekeeper who stayed by her side, and later that housekeeper was kicked out of the house by her mother for contracting the illness from her. How could such a woman, devoid of any affection, be her Mom?
She shook her head, the sky froze in her long-held wishes. Her charming smile carried too many sighs and confusions. The memories of her past life were vivid; the education she received since childhood left her with no warmth, not knowing why she cried or laughed.
"Fine, if you insist on claiming to be my mother, I won't say anything more." She coldly turned away. "You don't tell me, that's fine, but let me tell you this: from today onwards, I sever all ties with the Jiang Family. I don't know you, and you don't know me!"
She took a few steps forward, but Madam Jiang showed no signs of chasing after her, which only strengthened her resolve. Looking up, the dimness in her heart illuminated the surrounding neon lights; the colorful cascade was the sorrow she left behind, and memories slowly became clearer with the passage of time.
Suddenly she froze; there was someone who definitely knew about her background. She needed to find him and ask him for clarity.
Thus, she wandered around the streets all night and randomly found an inn to rest. By the next morning, she hurriedly got up and headed to the Southern Family Residence.
The Nan Family's security measures were extremely tight; without an invitation from Mr. Nan Wan, no one could enter. Naturally, she was stopped at the door. When she asked the guards when Mr. Nan would return, they had no specific time to offer. It made sense; Nan Wan roamed around and owned properties in various places across the north and south—how could one accurately determine his return date?
"Miss!" Feng Yin rushed into the Living Room where Cheng Mosu was sipping a cup of tea with furrowed brows. Seeing Feng Yin's anxious expression, she set down her teacup and looked at her with a gentle smile. "What's wrong? Why are you so anxious?"
"I... I just saw Jiang Yating." Feng Yin's expression changed as she lowered her voice. "She's outside and has been stopped by those guards. She wouldn't be here to cause trouble because of last time's failed assassination attempt on you, would she?"
Cheng Mosu frowned slightly and replied softly, "No, she isn't that foolish. She must have come to find Mr. Nan for something." Lowering her voice further while thinking of Jiang Yating reminded her of Father’s untimely death, causing a pang of pain in her heart. However... given this oppressive weather and Jiang Yating being pregnant, if they continued to keep her outside...
She sighed and said, "Go bring her in."
"Miss!" Feng Yin widened her eyes, looking at her in confusion.
She raised her delicate fingertips and said, "Go on."
Feng Yin pouted in dissatisfaction but dared not disobey Cheng Mosu's order, so she went out to fetch Jiang Yating. When Jiang Yating saw her, she was not surprised at all, as if she had anticipated it, and allowed herself to be led to the Living Room.
Jiang Yating's eyes suddenly brightened. It had been a long time since she last saw Cheng Mosu, and she felt that Cheng Mosu was even more charming than usual. Cheng Mosu looked at her calmly; her pure complexion bore no makeup, just naturally fair skin that was rosy and tender, like peach blossoms in the wind or plum blossoms in the snow.
"Miss Cheng..." Jiang Yating moved her lips, staring at her in a daze, unsure of what to say.
Cheng Mosu did not look at her but focused on the rose-patterned porcelain cup in front of her. She gazed at the rising steam from the tea, took a gentle sip; it was slightly bitter at first but left a fragrant aftertaste. It flowed slowly down her throat into her belly, warming her entire being.
Seeing that she was being ignored, Jiang Yating bit her red lips. There were things she definitely wanted to say to Cheng Mosu. After a moment of silence, she mentally rehearsed what she wanted to say several times before finally speaking up, "Miss Cheng, I know you must want to kill me right now, but I still want to say I'm sorry."
Cheng Mosu turned her eyes away and looked out the window. A row of poplar trees swayed gently in the wind. A few small white birds flew low through the grass, lightly chasing each other in the air while chirping softly. Jiang Yating's voice gradually faded into the background. "Miss Cheng, I'm sorry. I let jealousy blind me and caused things to turn out this way. Actually... I know you will never forgive me, but... my sister has already passed away..."
"What did you say?" Cheng Mosu turned her eyes back, her pupils slightly constricting as ripples formed in her water-colored gaze.
"My sister has passed away; she died saving me." Jiang Yating's voice grew softer. Seeing Cheng Mosu's brows furrow deeply, she continued, "That day Shaoyi came home and openly declared he would kill me to take revenge on your father. It was my sister who stopped him; to calm his anger, she committed suicide."
"How could this happen..." Cheng Mosu shook her head in disbelief. The sweet floral scent in the air suddenly became intoxicating, causing blood to rush to her head and leaving her momentarily dazed. Feng Yin hurriedly supported her and glared at Jiang Yating. "Why are you saying these things? My lady is not well; don't provoke her!"
Jiang Yating nodded and fell silent, quietly standing to the side, appearing completely different from her usual self. Cheng Mosu took a while to regain his composure, his voice trembling, "And then?"
"My sister passed away, Shaoyi let me go, and I couldn't bear to stay in the Shangguan Family any longer, so I came back by myself." When she entered the Southern Family Residence earlier, she walked along the cobblestone path, passed by the neatly trimmed garden, and saw the flowing artificial stream. She thought she would never be able to say those words that had hurt her dignity, yet they came pouring out as she spoke to those she resented and who resented her.
This must be what they call fate.
She lifted her gaze and saw a figure on the second floor, momentarily stunned. "Uncle Nan? Didn't those guards say you were out? How come..."
"Oh, I just sometimes don't want to meet guests, so I instructed them accordingly. I didn't expect they would stop you too." Nan Wan smiled slightly and slowly descended the stairs. "I heard everything you said just now. Yating, you seem quite different this time you returned."
"Uncle Nan, please tell me, am I really my parents' biological child?" She couldn't bother with pleasantries and asked directly. This left Nan Wan momentarily stunned, but he quickly regained his composure. "Why do you say that?"
"Uncle Nan, if you know anything, please tell me. I don't want to live in this world without clarity."
Nan Wan nodded and smiled faintly. "Well, what's meant to be known will eventually be known; this matter cannot be hidden..."
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