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Reborn Together with My Mother
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The air in the Liao Family Old Residence was heavy, as if it were about to solidify.
At three in the afternoon, sunlight streamed through the intricately carved windows, casting a spotlight on Chu Xinyi's pale face on the sickbed, making her appear even more frail.
Liang Sihua, dressed elegantly in a qipao, sat on a mahogany chair beside the bed, a gentle smile gracing her face, tinged with a hint of arrogance.
She leisurely lifted her teacup and took a delicate sip, producing a faint sound.
"Xinyi, we have taken care of you for so many years; we have truly done our best," her voice dripped with feigned warmth.
"Now, it is time for you to enjoy your peace." Li Mei'er stood behind Liang Sihua, her youthful and beautiful face betraying an unmistakable sense of pride and arrogance.
Dressed in a fiery red dress, she seemed eager to become the mistress of this house.
She stepped forward a few paces, looking down at Chu Xinyi on the bed.
"Aunt Chu, you should focus on your recovery," her smile was sweet but felt like honey laced with poison.
"This Liao Family will soon belong to me." Li Mei'er's voice was soft yet clear, each word piercing Chu Xinyi's heart like a needle.
"Your husband, Qi Tian, has long since belonged to me." She deliberately slowed her speech, relishing the flicker of pain that crossed Chu Xinyi's eyes.
Chu Xinyi leaned weakly against her pillow; upon hearing this, her body jolted violently.
Her lips trembled as she tried to speak but was seized by an uncontrollable cough.
A sharp pain shot through her chest as she felt her vitality draining away rapidly.
The betrayal of her husband cut into her heart like a dull knife, repeatedly tearing at her insides.
Overwhelming despair and rage surged within her; she clutched at her chest tightly, her fingertips turning white from the pressure.
Her vision blurred gradually, and she seemed to see her daughter Yu Yan's anxious face.
I'm sorry, Yu Yan... she whispered silently as consciousness slipped completely into darkness.
Chu Xinyi was dead.
When Liao Yuyan received the news, her heart felt as if it had been torn apart.
Her mother... she couldn't believe it and hurried back to the old house.
As soon as she entered, she saw Liang Sihua and Li Meimei standing at the entrance of the mourning hall, their faces adorned with just the right amount of sorrow.
"Yu Yan, you’re back," Liang Sihua stepped forward, taking her hand, tears glistening in her eyes.
"Your mother left so suddenly; it's truly pitiful," she sighed, handing over a glass of water.
"Drink some water to soothe your throat; don’t be too sad," Liang Sihua said with a concerned tone and considerate gestures.
Liao Yuyan's throat was dry. She took the glass without thinking and tilted her head back to drink.
The cold liquid slid down her throat, and just as she swallowed, a sinister smile crept onto Liang Sihua's face.
"Did you drink it?" Liang Sihua's voice turned sharp and piercing.
"Now, you two can reunite down below!" Li Meimei also dropped her facade, her eyes fierce.
She stood beside Liang Sihua like a cat finally revealing its claws.
"Who do you think you are? You dare come back?" Li Meimei mocked Liao Yuyan.
"This Liao Family no longer has a place for you."
Liao Yuyan's mind buzzed as she slowly realized what she had just consumed.
Poison!
They actually poisoned her!
Anger blazed within her like fire.
"You!" She suddenly smashed the glass onto the floor, shards scattering everywhere.
“How dare you!” she rasped, her body beginning to weaken as the poison took effect.
At that moment, Liao Qitian stepped forward.
Dressed in black mourning attire, he appeared weary, yet his gaze was unexpectedly indifferent.
Upon seeing him, Liao Yuyan felt a flicker of hope ignite in her eyes.
“Dad! They killed Mom and poisoned me!” Liao Yuyan struggled to point at Liang Sihua and her daughter.
She expected her father to explode with rage and immediately drive away the malicious pair.
However, Liao Qitian's reaction was beyond her expectations.
He simply stood there, coldly observing her without a hint of emotion.
His eyes regarded her as if she were a stranger or merely an inconvenient tool.
“Enough, Yu Yan,” Liao Qitian finally spoke, his voice low and devoid of any feeling.
“Take a break from the commotion,” he said.
“Take a break?!” Liao Yuyan felt as if all the blood in her body was rushing backward.
“Do you know what they’ve done?!” Ignoring her weakness, she shouted hoarsely.
Liao Qitian adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses on his nose, his expression still unyielding.
“I know,” he replied flatly, as if discussing the weather.
“What?!” Liao Yuyan froze completely.
He knew?
How could he possibly know?!
Liao Qitian slowly raised his head and looked at Liao Yuyan, a flicker of complexity passing through his eyes, quickly replaced by cold indifference.
"They're not wrong," he stated calmly, delivering the cruel truth.
"Li Mei'er will soon be my wife."
"As for your mother... her illness was never going to be cured."
"Everything has been arranged." Liao Qitian's words fell like heavy blows, striking hard against Liao Yuyan's heart.
Arranged?
Her father was involved in this conspiracy?
He confessed so straightforwardly, so coldly, without a hint of remorse.
Liao Yuyan felt the world spinning, crumbling around her.
She couldn't breathe, couldn't think.
Her father, the man she once revered, was an accomplice!
"Why?" she managed to squeeze out those two words, a mix of unwillingness and despair intertwining within her.
Seeing Liao Qitian's admission, Li Mei'er grew even more audacious.
She linked her arm with Liao Qitian's, acting like the lady of the house.
"Of course, your father likes me. He doesn't want me to be a stepmother or suffer any grievances," Li Mei'er laughed mockingly, her voice grating.
"Don't worry, I'll take good care of your dad," she said with biting sarcasm.
"You should go down and keep your mother company," her eyes glimmered with greed and malice.
"You’re just as foolish as your mother!" she muttered inwardly.
Li Mei'er's insults lashed at Liao Yuyan's dignity like a whip.
The toxins in her body spread rapidly, and her vision grew increasingly blurred.
She collapsed to the ground, convulsing all over.
Unwillingness!
A fierce hatred filled her soul.
She could not die like this!
She wanted revenge!
For herself, for her mother!
With the last ounce of strength, she lifted her head to look at the man she thought would protect her, the father she believed would be her savior.
Liao Qitian's face was a blur in her vision, but his cold expression was etched in her memory.
She turned her gaze to Li Mei'er and Liang Sihua; their triumphant smiles were as terrifying as demons.
Her body grew colder, and her consciousness faded further.
She felt as if she were falling into an endless abyss.
Was she really going to die like this?
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