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Tears silently slid down, soaking the pillow. I struggled to control my emotions, not allowing the tremor of my sobs to escape.
"I just passed by downstairs and saw that a new online baozi shop opened across the street. There were so many people in line; it must smell delicious. I have a small request: could you buy one for me tomorrow morning?"
That night, I tossed and turned, dreams intertwining with memories. My mother, dressed in an elegant robe, lazily leaned against the armchair in the bedroom. She held a yellowed book in her hands, its cover worn, suggesting it had been frequently read. It was hard to imagine that a woman known as the "Business Enchantress" would hide away in a mansion studying the Analects, a relic left to us by my father.
My mother was once an innocent college student who had to drop out when my father's company went bankrupt. With her striking beauty, she became a popular DJ in nightclubs. Life was tough; there was no room for a girl like her to resist. Just when it seemed her life would remain that way, she met a poor boy who saw her as a goddess.
They faced many challenges but eventually became a couple. The nightclub DJ returned to school while the poor boy juggled preparing for entrepreneurship and working part-time at a tutoring center. Though life was frugal, love made it bearable—much better than drifting through life amidst indulgence and vice.
They had a lovely daughter, as if they could see the dawn of hope. Coincidentally, on that day, a passing business tycoon walked into their small café for a cup of coffee and fell head over heels for my mother.
Yes, that business tycoon was Song Moting's father, the chairman of Song Group, who was incognito at the time. No one ever saw that poor boy again; it was said he had died in a car accident on his way to work. Who knows? The road is long, and it's not surprising that something happened at that intersection.
Not long after, their home caught fire. When the flames were extinguished, two charred bodies were found at the scene, unrecognizable. A switch of identities concealed the truth.
From then on, the Song family gained a stunning second young mistress. I still remember my mother signing that agreement while holding back tears, her hand trembling slightly. She bit her lip hard, her voice nearly breaking as she said, "Thank you for Chairman Song's support."
The cultivation of Chairman Song led to the destruction of our family. As for why I survived, it was because my mother pressed shards of glass against her face, threatening those who came to take her away.
The value of the Second Young Mistress lay entirely in her stunning beauty. I was treated as an accessory and brought into the Song Family alongside her.
I still vividly remember the scene when my mother and I first went to meet the Eldest Young Mistress. Those elegant and refined socialites held their Chanel silk scarves to their mouths and noses, as if they had caught a whiff of something nauseating.
"I heard she used to work in a nightclub."
"Who knows which thug fathered her; how dare she bring a bastard into the Song Family?"
"Does it matter which thug? Once she meets the sugar daddy, she'll be all over him. Her methods are quite impressive."
Though their voices were low, each word pierced our ears like a sharp blade. My mother's grip on my hand tightened, her sharp nails nearly breaking my skin, causing me to break out in a cold sweat.
Her gaze was like a knife, scanning over those women and etching their ugly faces deep into her memory. A cold smile curled at the corners of her lips, as if she were silently declaring war.
"You are all absolutely right, sisters. It is truly my fortune to be able to contribute even a little to the Chairman."
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