“She came several times before, but you were never home. I saw her talking to other people but I didn’t think much of it. But she said I was from the mountains and had no manners. I was wondering how she knew I was from the mountains.”

To ensure Song Zhaodi could stay comfortably, Shu Ying always claimed that she was a relative of the family, and everyone assumed that she had come all the way from Shanghai with Shu Ying.

Looking back now, it wasn't a coincidence that Xie Wanying was full of hostility towards her from their very first meeting. Her flustered eyes and guilty expression must have been hiding something.

Shu Ying and Xie Zhiyan exchanged a glance. If that were really the case, then Xie Wanying probably knew about it earlier than they did, but she chose to keep it a secret.

In fact, the fact that the two children were switched back then cannot be blamed on Xie Wanying. Even though she enjoyed the Xie family's resources, she was just a newborn child with no consciousness at the time.

But her mistake was that, despite growing up in the Xie family, she didn't understand the character of Xie Wenyuan and his wife. If she had brought it up herself, the Xie family would not have treated her badly, and they certainly wouldn't have done something as foolish as kicking her out. The grudges between adults don't affect children. It's just that the Xie family has gained an adopted daughter, and she will enjoy everything she's entitled to.

But she chose to dig her own grave.

Song Zhaodi was filled with trepidation, unsure of where to put her hands. The truth of what happened back then seemed to have surfaced during their conversation, and her palms involuntarily became sweaty. She could only awkwardly wipe them on her trouser legs.

"I really didn't expect that."

She smiled, but a wave of sadness washed over her amidst her joy.

Xie Zhiyan and Shu Ying were from a completely different world from her. They were tolerant, knowledgeable, and learned, and could even contribute to the country.

But she is nothing.

She and Xie Wanying were not even from the same world. Xie Wanying had received higher education, seen the world, and spoke eloquently. Although her personality was not likable, she had a sense of superiority in her bones.

Song Zhaodi looked down at her rough hands. She used to do farm work in the countryside, and her hands would crack in the winter. If it weren't for Shu Ying's insistence on using cold cream recently, her skin would probably be even rougher.

She was a little unsure of herself and asked Shu Ying cautiously, "Yingying, do you really think I'm worthy of being their daughter?"

The Xie family is a highly educated family, and all the children are outstanding. However, she only has an elementary school education. Song Zhaodi is unsure if she is the daughter they want. She has not grown up to be the way they want her to be.

She doesn't even like her current timid and hesitant demeanor.

Shu Ying was taken aback, not expecting that these were her concerns, and couldn't help but laugh.

“Sister Song, Mom and Dad are very good people. They wouldn’t think that way. You are the victim yourself. If you really were Xie’s daughter, they would love you even more. Besides, you’ve suffered a lot over the years. Although there are some things you can’t do, most of the things you can do are things that we can’t do either. You can grow so many fruits and vegetables from a tiny seed. At least I can’t do that. You do all the cooking and housework at home every day. You’re just as capable.”