When the wet nurse returned to take over, she only glanced at the baby's gender briefly. After confirming that it was correct, she hurriedly ran off with a beaming face to announce the good news that the matriarch of the Wen family had given birth to twins, a boy and a girl.

In an instant, the Wen household was brightly decorated with lanterns and colorful streamers, and everyone was immersed in the joy of the new addition to the family.

"The nanny who switched the child secretly took the child with her, crouched down, and carefully slipped out of the mansion while everyone in the Wen family was celebrating."

At the back gate of the Wen residence, her son had been waiting anxiously for a long time.

She quickly stepped forward, handed the child to her son, whispered a few words of advice, and then hurriedly returned to her residence.

Fortunately, although the old woman's son was wicked and did such an unforgivable thing, he was ultimately punished.

But perhaps a sliver of humanity remained in their hearts, and they didn't abandon the child, but instead took him home and raised him to adulthood.

And this child, who went through many hardships and grew up in a bitter life, is the "Wen Ruo" standing in front of you now.

Her life, from the moment she was born, was mercilessly manipulated by the hand of fate, a truly lamentable situation.

Qin Qianluo seemed frozen in place, her eyes fixed on the softly glowing light screen in front of her.

On the screen of light, it seemed as if countless invisible hands were unfolding those long-forgotten memories little by little.

Initially, in her mind, the mastermind behind this earth-shattering switch was most likely the matriarch of the Wen family.

The inner courtyard of a mansion has always been a battlefield for the clash of power and interests, where all sorts of intrigue and deception are commonplace. Such speculation seemed perfectly logical in her mind.

However, when the truth that Feng Qingyun uttered exploded in her world like a bombshell, Qin Qianluo realized how absurd her guesses were.

The culprit turned out to be the old nanny who had served the matriarch of the Wen family for many years!

This old nanny, who was always by the mistress's side, always appeared meek and loyal, serving tea and water, and showing concern for her well-being in every way.

Who would have thought that such a kind face could hide such a greedy and vicious heart?

The thought of this nanny wanting her grandson to live a life of luxury and wealth is unbearable.

She betrayed her mistress, who had entrusted her with important responsibilities and trusted her implicitly, and personally rewrote the fate of two innocent infants.

Qin Qianlu felt a surge of anger rise from the bottom of her heart, instantly turning her eyes red.

Her gaze sharpened like a knife, as if she could tear that hateful old woman to pieces.

He clenched his teeth so tightly that his back teeth made a grinding sound, as if the sound was being squeezed out from between his teeth.

His hands unconsciously clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white from the force, his nails digging deep into his palms, leaving crescent-shaped marks.

Not far away, the hearts of Luo Qi'an and his family were being battered by the turbulent waves within their own minds.

Their gazes, as if drawn by a powerful gravitational force, all fell upon the light screen.

His eyes were filled with solemnity and focus, as if he were staring at a secret concerning life and death.

Luo Qi'an frowned, his thick eyebrows furrowing into a deep frown, his deep eyes filled with complex and indescribable emotions.

A fleeting look of disbelief and astonishment would occasionally cross his eyes, as if questioning why the world was so absurd.

At other times, it is shrouded in a deep sense of helplessness, as if lamenting the capriciousness and cruel tricks of fate.

As Feng Qingyun's narration unfolded layer by layer, their inner world, like a lake ravaged by a storm, was turbulent and unable to find peace for a long time.

Wen Ruo's gaze seemed to be firmly attracted to the light screen by a powerful magnet.

Her eyes widened suddenly, her eye sockets throbbing painfully, her pupils contracted sharply, and a look of disbelief flashed across her eyes.

His gaze was as if struck by a thunderbolt, and he seemed to be frozen in place, as if under a spell.

Even breathing seemed to freeze, as if time itself had stopped in that instant.

But this emotion was only a fleeting moment, gone in an instant, and in the blink of an eye, a surging tide of resentment completely swallowed it up.

Her eyes instantly turned sinister and cold, like a deep pool in the cold night, radiating a bone-chilling cold.

His jaw was clenched, his cheeks bulged slightly from the effort, his lips were bloodless from the strain, and he exuded a chilling aura that kept strangers at bay.

She slowly lowered her head, and her once smooth hair now cascaded down like a chaotic waterfall, completely obscuring most of her face.

It was impossible to see her expression at that moment; all that could be seen were her slightly trembling shoulders, as if she were enduring a torrent of pain and struggle within herself.

No one knows what she was thinking beneath that bowed head.

Whether it's an angry roar against the cruel tricks of fate, or a resentment and lament over the hidden truth of the past, everything is deeply concealed in that dark shadow.

Not far away, Luo Shuyu and Luo Yurou, the two children, had their faces flushed with anger, like ripe tomatoes about to burst open, so red they looked like they were about to bleed.

Their chests heaved violently, each rapid breath filled with rage, their small bodies trembling uncontrollably with fury.