She looked at everyone in the room; their faces were all cold and ruthless, as if they were looking at a heinous villain.

Especially the fourth brother, after Gu Mobei returned, he never looked at her again.

Now, he looked at her, but his deep, cold gaze was like an ice pick, piercing her so painfully that she couldn't breathe.

No matter what, she couldn't accept that she, the daughter of the Fu family, had become a stranger in the end.

Tang Yaoyao shrugged, her smile as bright as a flower, tinged with a hint of contempt: "It's fine if you don't tell me. If we can find out that you have no blood relation with the Qiao family, we can find out that you did. It's just a matter of time before it happens. We've already waited twenty years, why bother now?"

Fu Mengyao lowered her head, tears blurring her vision, and finally spoke: "When I was very young, in elementary school, I met a woman at school who said that I was the only daughter of the Fu family..."

"Who is she? Do you know her?"

Fu Mengyao's eyes were unfocused, and she was lost in thought: "I've never seen her before. She was dressed very well and must be a wealthy lady. She told me that she saw Fu Siya die with her own eyes and that I should be able to live my life as a young lady without any trouble. No one can compete with me."

Upon hearing this, Qiao Yanzhi's face turned pale.

She couldn't imagine that a primary school child would not find all of this unbelievable or frightening, and would never tell his family.

Tang Yaoyao narrowed her eyes, her voice turning colder: "So, back then, you believed, and were absolutely certain, that you were the only daughter of the Fu family?"

Fu Mengyao laughed, her voice sharp and shrill: "Of course I believe her. She's very beautiful, dressed very elegantly, and so gently told me that she saw it with her own eyes. She didn't want me to tell anyone this secret, but at that moment, I clearly understood that no one could compete with me, no one!"

Qiao Yanzhi walked up to her in a few steps and slapped her hard across the face.

The force was very strong.

The slap sent Fu Mengyao sprawling to the ground, her ears ringing, and she remained dazed for a long time.

A trickle of blood appeared at the corner of her mouth. She turned to look at her, her eyes filled with rage: "Why did you hit me? What right did you have to hit me?"

"I never knew you could be so vicious at such a young age. You're only in elementary school, and you didn't even tell me about something this big. Just now, I thought you were driven mad by jealousy, but now I understand. You've been a devil in human skin since you were little."

If she had known about this back then, she would have found it very strange.

Because only she and Lao Fu knew that Grape was dead, along with a few people at the police station, but she was certain that those people would never betray her.

So, who is that noblewoman?

How did she know all this, and why did she say those things to Fu Mengyao?

At that time, she would have doubted it and followed this line of investigation. She wouldn't have been separated from Grape for so many years. How many twenty years does one have in a lifetime?

She has already missed the grape's childhood...

The thought filled her with rage; it was all because she had raised an ungrateful child.

Fu Mengyao no longer needed to hide anything; her eyes were filled with ruthlessness. She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and said coldly, "Why do you blame me? You adopted me before you even found out whether your daughter was dead or lost. What right do you have to blame me?"

Her words were as vicious as a snake's: "Did I say I wanted to acknowledge you as my mother? When you took me away from my third aunt... from Qiao Mingzhu, I was just a baby. Did I have the right to choose whether or not to be the young lady of the Fu family?"

“I have no right to this. You never gave it to me. Just because you lost your beloved daughter, you took someone else’s daughter away. Now that I’m in the Fu family, what’s wrong with wanting my brothers and parents’ exclusive affection? This is all your fault, it has nothing to do with me.”

As Qiao Yanzhi listened to every word she said, her eyes reddened, as if a knife had pierced her heart, causing her face to turn pale with pain.

What exactly has she been raising for the past twenty years?

“Now that you’ve brought me back, you should cherish me. Grape is dead, and in a sense, I have taken her place, giving you twenty years to make up for the regret of losing your daughter.”

As she spoke, Fu Mengyao laughed cruelly again, saying each word clearly: "My appearance was to comfort you. Why should I treat you like this now that Grape is back? In the end, you are the selfish people. When you need me, I am a treasure. When you don't need me, I am just a rag."

"Oh……!"

Tang Yaoyao chuckled softly, then clapped her hands.

Each word seemed to carry endless sarcasm as she lazily curled her lips: "Indeed, you are not only vicious at heart, but also venomous at tongue. A clever mouth that can turn good into bad and black into white. You truly deserve this applause."

Fu Mengyao swallowed hard and looked at her coldly: "Am I wrong? And you, you were abandoned years ago. They never even looked for you. You should have some self-awareness. Now you suddenly come back wagging your tail, isn't it just to steal back wealth and glory?"

Tang Yaoyao wasn't hurt by her clever words and fickle attitude at all. Instead, she laughed, her contemptuous gaze as if she were looking at a clown: "You're right, I really did come back to take it from you. You can choose not to let me take it from you, but can you stop me?"

Fu Mengyao kept her lips tightly closed, a fire burning inside her.

“The Fu family owes you nothing. From the day they brought you home, they have doted on you. You have never lacked anything that your brothers have. Back then, your third aunt’s husband died in a car accident, and your third aunt suffered from depression after giving birth to her daughter and was unable to take care of the child. My mother, as the older sister, adopted you. In what way have we wronged you?”

Fu Mengyao remained silent; what she said was absolutely right.

If Zhou Qingchuan hadn't died in a car accident, how could Qiao Mingzhu have become depressed?

"Back then, who could have known that you weren't my third aunt's daughter at all? Even if you weren't, as long as you behaved yourself and didn't ask for too much, would my parents or my brother have kicked you out of the Fu family? My mother adopted so many godsons who weren't related by blood, but who did she remove from the ancestral home?"

Tang Yaoyao paused for a moment, then slowly curled her lips into a smile: "Even if you are not Third Aunt's biological daughter, the feelings we have for each other over the past twenty years cannot be faked. You could have had a brother and parents, but now, you have nothing."

Fu Mengyao was almost breathless from Tang Yaoyao's continued words, her eyes bloodshot, and she tried hard to hold back her tears: "Tang Yaoyao, you have such a cruel mouth."

She shrugged. "I'm just stating the facts. From beginning to end, it's all your dark thoughts that's to blame. Now, is it my mother's fault? My brother's fault? Me? Ha, Fu Mengyao, if you have anyone to blame, blame yourself."