Chapter 209 The Long Family and Their Husband Come to the Ji Family
Two days later, in the early morning, the sun shone through the thin clouds and onto the spacious courtyard of the Ji family.
Feng Yizhou drove his low-key yet luxurious car slowly towards the Ji family mansion.
As his car slowly approached, he noticed that there was another luxury car parked at the door.
Unlike those flashy and dazzling supercars, this luxury car looks restrained and steady, with smooth body lines.
It exudes an atmosphere of low-key luxury, as if silently telling of the extraordinary status of the owner.
Feng Yizhou pushed open the car door and walked out with his long legs.
As soon as I reached the door, Sophia was already greeting me with a smile. She was dressed in a neat servant's uniform, with her hands folded in front of her, her posture elegant and respectful.
Feng Yizhou frowned slightly, a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes, and asked softly: "Who is here?"
His voice is low and magnetic, like the mellow tone of a cello.
"Mr. and Mrs. Long." Sophia bowed her head slightly and answered respectfully, her voice clear and concise.
After hearing this, Feng Yizhou's eyes suddenly became sharp. Without any hesitation, he quickened his pace, with firm and powerful steps, and immediately walked towards the direction of the villa.
His windbreaker fluttered gently behind him, creating a slight sound in the wind.
Entering the living room, warm sunlight shines through the floor-to-ceiling windows onto the smooth marble floor, forming bright spots of light.
Sure enough, Feng Yizhou saw the Long couple sitting on the sofa over there at a glance.
Long Tingxiao was wearing a dark grey Chinese gown, which was exquisitely tailored and had delicate cloud patterns embroidered on the cuffs and collar, showing his extraordinary taste.
His face was serious and his eyes revealed the majesty of a superior.
Mrs. Long beside him was wearing a lavender cheongsam. She had an elegant figure and a gentle face, but at this moment there was a hint of worry in her eyes.
When Long Tingxiao saw Feng Yizhou, his already serious brows unconsciously frowned together, forming a deep "川" character.
He looked at Feng Yizhou, with a questioning and dissatisfied tone in his voice: "Pei Sihuai, you have been unwilling to accept my daughter, just because of this woman. But they both look the same, why don't you want to be with my daughter?"
His voice was not loud, but it was exceptionally clear in this quiet living room, and every word seemed to carry an invisible pressure.
"How do you know that Long Yihuan from the Long family must be your daughter?"
Feng Yizhou had a stern look on his face and strode up to Li Ruchu.
He slightly turned sideways and protected Li Ruchu firmly behind him. His eyes were firm and inviolable, as if he had built a solid wall.
"Did you already know that the daughter in your family was a fake, so you found the real one? After all, don't you still care about the true bloodline of our family?"
Long Tingxiao's face was full of disgust. He curled his lips slightly, with disdain in his eyes, as if he strongly disagreed with the man's ideas.
"You are wrong," Feng Yizhou looked straight into Long Tingxiao's eyes, his gaze was calm and firm, "It doesn't matter to me whether Li Ruochu is your daughter or not. Besides, Li Ruochu is not attractive to me because she is your daughter."
He turned his head to look at Li Ruchu behind him, and his eyes instantly became gentle as water, like a deep lake, full of affection and doting.
Feng Yizhou had said long ago that Li Ruochu had a special kind of attractive aura, a charm that emanated from the depths of her soul.
Her kindness, her intelligence, and her tenacity in the face of adversity were like stars, converging into a unique shining point that fascinated him.
Not everyone has such shining points. In Feng Yizhou's eyes, Li Ruchu is a unique existence, regardless of her background, just because she is Li Ruchu.
Lelna's eyes were fixed on Li Ruochu, full of scrutiny and suspicion. She frowned slightly, and a few shallow lines appeared on her forehead. Her voice was a little sharp: "You said so much. What can you prove that this woman is our daughter?"
Her eyes swept back and forth over Li Ruchu's face, which looked exactly like her daughter's, as if trying to find some flaws in it.
Li Ruochu looked at Lerna quietly, feeling mixed emotions.
Once, on countless silent nights, she had imagined the scene of meeting her biological parents. In those scenes, there were warm hugs, excited tears, and the joy of reunion after a long separation.
But now, reality is like a bucket of cold water, completely extinguishing her expectations. She smiled bitterly and said softly: "I thought it would be a happy thing to meet you, but it seems that you don't want me as your daughter."
After saying that, Li Ruochu slowly unbuttoned her waist, her movements were neither hurried nor slow, but with a sense of determination. She gently lifted her clothes, revealing the crescent-shaped birthmark on her waist.
The birthmark is light in color and stands out against the fair skin.
She looked up at Lerna with a complicated look in her eyes: "Only the two of you have seen this birthmark. After such a long time, I'm afraid you have already forgotten it."
Her voice was very soft, but it was like a heavy hammer, striking everyone's heart.
In fact, from the reactions of the Long couple, Li Ruochu had already vaguely realized that they had known for a long time that Long Yihuan was fake.
However, Long Moyang holds great power and supports Long Yihuan behind the scenes. Even if they are unwilling to admit it in their hearts, they have to accept this fact for the benefit of the family.
The reason why Li Ruochu was so persistent in wanting to prove that she was their daughter was not because she was greedy for wealth and fame, but simply because she wanted them to know that her daughter was still alive.
When the Long couple saw the crescent-shaped pattern, the expressions on their faces froze instantly, as if time had stopped at this moment.
Lerna's lips trembled slightly, a nervous look suddenly appeared on her face, and a trace of panic flashed in her eyes.
Long Tingxiao's hand, which was originally on the armrest of the sofa, unconsciously tightened, and his knuckles turned slightly white due to the force.
"I know that in your hearts, Long Yihuan is probably much more important than me, your biological daughter."
Li Ruochu's voice was a little lonely, but also revealed a sense of relief. "So now I understand clearly what kind of status I, your biological daughter, hold in your hearts. Since you don't want to acknowledge me, I don't care."
She tilted her head back slightly to prevent the tears from falling.
Over the years, Li Ruochu has long been accustomed to facing the ups and downs of life alone. For her, loneliness is as natural as breathing.
This original family no longer seems to be indispensable to her.
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