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Rebirth of the Businesswoman
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"Miss, it's time for your medicine," a crisp voice rang out as a figure in a light yellow skirt appeared by the intricately carved redwood bed, holding a bowl of herbal soup. In an instant, the delicate floral fragrance in the room was overshadowed by the strong smell of medicine, making one involuntarily hold their breath.
Leaning against the headboard was a girl in her teens, her fair and smooth skin showcasing the benefits of youth. Her dark hair hung limply around her face. Upon hearing the voice, she lifted her head to glance at the maid, furrowing her brow. Finally, she reached out to take the bowl of medicine and, before the maid could voice any protest, tilted her head back and swallowed the entire contents in one go, casually handing the empty bowl back.
"Miss," came the pained voice with a hint of protest, but ultimately nothing was said. Instead, the maid offered a small dish containing several plums. "Miss, have a plum to mask the bitter taste, lest Madam finds out and worries."
"No need. You can leave now; I want to read. Don't disturb me," she replied lightly, as if the person who had just taken the medicine was not herself.
"Alas!" The soft sigh was drowned out by her footsteps as she closed the door with a soft click behind her.
The girl, still immersed in her book, lifted her head and stared blankly at the closed door, feeling somewhat lost in her surroundings.
She shouldn't be here. In that moment when she fell into the sea, she thought she was doomed to die; little did she expect to return to this unfamiliar era.
She was Chen Qingluan, ten years old—a cool and aloof young girl who had self-harmed due to a broken engagement and ultimately found herself reborn.
Having been here for three days now, she struggled to accept it all, rejecting any form of concern. Fortunately, the original Chen Qingluan's cold and proud demeanor kept others at bay, allowing her to quietly come to terms with this incredible situation.
With a creak, the door opened again, and in walked a young lady in a hurry, followed by two maids.
" Luan'er," she exclaimed as she rushed in and sat down opposite the bed with urgency. "Are you feeling better?"
Qing Luan looked up at the lady before her and recognized her as Chen Qingluan's mother—Zhu Clan (to be referred to as such henceforth). She wore an elaborate hairstyle adorned with a golden hairpin shaped like twin lotuses and a gold-inlaid jade tassel that swayed gently beneath it. Her delicate makeup was slightly marred by worry as her brows furrowed. The blue long dress appeared simple at first glance but concealed intricate details; even the cuffs were embroidered with layers of gold thread forming lifelike lotus flowers, revealing an air of opulence and elegance.
"Foolish child, why are you looking at me like that?" Seeing her dazed expression, devoid of the usual indifference, Zhu Clan reached out to stroke her head, speaking with tenderness, "I know you have suffered, but suffering is still suffering. Your life is your own; if something happens to you, what am I to do?"
Qing Luan found it hard to adapt. In her memories, she had never experienced a mother's love or the nagging of a mother. She was an orphan who had worked tirelessly to build a Commercial Kingdom for herself, only for her perfect marriage to become a joke because of her best friend's interference.
So in this life, she learned one thing: to trust no one.
Biting her lip, she coldly stared at her mother in silence; perhaps that was the best response.
Seeing her daughter's cold and distant demeanor, Zhu Clan felt a pang in her heart, and her expression grew increasingly grim. "I know you feel wronged. Don't worry; I will avenge you!"
A flicker of confusion appeared in Qing Luan's indifferent eyes. Wasn't someone who had been rejected supposed to be looked down upon and pitied, even by their own mother? Why did the words spoken by the woman before her carry such a resonant strength that made her curious about how this so-called revenge would be taken?
Noticing a slight reaction in her daughter's cold gaze, Zhu Clan secretly breathed a sigh of relief. She took hold of Qing Luan's somewhat cold hand and gritted her teeth as she said, " Luan'er, I am usually busy and cannot pay attention to you. I know you harbor resentment and dissatisfaction. But I have no sons; I only have you three sisters. If I make one misstep, I could end up completely devoured. But who will take care of you three sisters then?" After pausing as if wanting to release the pain and helplessness within her, she spoke softly yet firmly, "Your father won't, and your grandparents certainly won't. The only one who can protect you is me. I may be busy, but that doesn't mean I don't love you or care for you. I will protect you!"
Her words came from the heart, and Zhu Clan's eyes sparkled with a light that represented an unshakeable maternal love.
Qing Luan felt a wave of shock within her; she never expected to encounter such a woman.
In ancient times, weren't women supposed to be submissive and silent, focused on supporting their husbands and raising children within the confines of propriety?
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