Every time Wen Ruo came out of Luo Yining's room, she pretended to be nonchalant, with a relaxed smile on her face.

She said to Luo Qi'an, "It's alright, our daughter was just throwing a little tantrum. I've already calmed her down, so don't worry about it."

Over time, Luo Qi'an truly relaxed, believing that everything was as Wen Ruo had said—that his daughter was just occasionally willful and there was nothing seriously wrong with her.

"But who would have thought that every time Luo Yuning lost control of her emotions and went crazy, Wen Ruo not only did not comfort her, but instead acted like a cold-blooded executioner, intensifying her sarcastic remarks."

Every word she uttered was like a sharp knife, precisely piercing the most vulnerable part of Luo Yuning's heart.

Those sharp, malicious words were like handfuls of salt, mercilessly sprinkled on Luo Yuning's already scarred wounds.

This drove her deeper and deeper into the abyss of pain, driving her to madness until she was utterly exhausted, collapsed to the ground, and lost the last bit of strength to resist.

Wen Ruocai left with a satisfied, cold smile.

On ordinary days, Wen Ruo racked her brains and tried every means to prevent Luo Yuning from seeing Luo Qi'an.

She either used the excuse that Luo Qi'an was busy with official duties and forbade anyone to disturb him, or she deliberately arranged various trivial matters to keep Luo Yuning busy and unable to find time to see her father.

When she couldn't stop him, she would instruct Luo Shuyu or Luo Yurou to entangle Luo Qi'an.

Let them laugh and play around Luo Qi'an, act cute and charming, creating a warm scene of fatherly love and filial piety, and harmony among them.

Luo Yuning could only hide in a corner, watching longingly as her father and younger siblings enjoyed their family time.

She felt like an orphan forgotten by the world, isolated from the warmth of this family.

Day after day, year after year, Luo Yuning finally broke down completely under Wen Ruo's long-term mental torment.

She truly believed that Luo Qi'an had given up on her, and that even her mother, whom she had always trusted, no longer loved her.

This huge psychological gap was like a heavy shackle, tightly around her neck, making it hard for her to breathe.

She was trapped in a painful cycle of feeling that no one in the world liked her, that even her parents had abandoned her, and that she didn't deserve to live.

The more she struggled, the deeper she sank, until she was unable to extricate herself. Gradually, her eyes lost their former luster, becoming empty and lost.

She became depressed and listless, living like a walking corpse, ultimately turning into this heartbreaking and pitiful state.

Qin Qianluo was listening intently, her eyes following the content on the screen closely, afraid of missing any detail.

As Feng Qingyun continued her narration, her expression gradually shifted from initial focus to astonishment.

Her eyes widened like saucers, filled with disbelief.

Her small mouth was slightly open, forming an "O" shape, as if it could fit an egg inside. The shock and confusion on her face were almost overflowing.

Time seemed to freeze, and after a long while, she seemed to be struck by an electric current.

Her voice trembled slightly with excitement, and she asked in bewilderment, "Isn't Luo Yuning Wen Ruo's biological daughter?"

How could she be so heartless as to do such an outrageous thing after carrying a child for ten months and going through so much hardship to give birth?

Even tigers don't eat their cubs! I've thought about this countless times, and I really can't understand what benefit she could possibly gain from doing this.

Every mother in the world hopes her son will become a dragon and her daughter a phoenix.

They all want to give their children the best resources, hoping that they will stand out from the crowd and make a name for themselves in this world.

Why is it that when it comes to Wen Ruo, things are completely reversed? Does she actually prefer children who are mediocre and lead unremarkable lives?

This is completely against common sense and beyond my comprehension!

What on earth is she plotting?! How can there be such a mother in this world?!

Luo Qi'an stood frozen in place, his gaze seemingly drawn by invisible threads, fixed on the light screen.

The images that unfolded slowly on the light screen, like slides, resembled a terrifying and inescapable nightmare.

Every frame is like a poisoned blade, mercilessly slicing open his heart, letting the crimson blood flow freely within him as if it were real.

Feng Qingyun's words were deep, clear, and extremely penetrating, each word striking his heart like a heavy hammer.

It completely and utterly exposed the most vulnerable and unbearable corner of his heart.

His eldest daughter, Luo Yuning, was a bright and talented young girl who shone brightly in poetry and songs, and whose writings were exquisite.

A gentle pluck of the strings seems to summon a hundred birds to pay homage to the phoenix. In the arts of music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, she displays unparalleled elegance. When wielding swords, she is even more heroic and spirited.

She should have shone brightly in this vast world, becoming the pride of the Luo family and admired and praised by everyone.

But now, her mother has ruthlessly pushed her step by step into an abyss of pain, leaving her in such a heartbreaking and devastating state.

The once clear and melodious laughter has now turned into a heartbreaking silence.

The confident, high-spirited, and forward-looking demeanor of the past has been replaced by a timid, cowardly, and timid appearance, making him seem like a completely different person.