Her tone was firm, filled with unreserved pride in her daughter.
"His loss is missing out on you."
"Our Wan'er deserves better."
Song Qingwan nestled beside her mother, listening to her loving and proud words and feeling her warm comfort, but in her heart was a cold mockery.
Gentle and generous? Well-educated and reasonable?
Heh...
The perfect daughter in her mother's eyes was nothing more than a facade that she had been carefully crafting for over twenty years.
Madam Song was unaware of the turmoil in her daughter's heart. She picked up a crystal-clear grape, carefully peeled it, and brought it to Song Qingwan's lips:
"Here, have some fruit."
"Don't think about those unhappy things."
"With Wan'er being so outstanding, why would she worry about not finding a suitable husband?"
Song Qingwan obediently opened her mouth, took the sweet grape into her mouth, and nodded vigorously with a happy smile on her face, as if she were being pampered by her mother.
"Yes! Thank you, Mom, you're the best."
The mother and daughter spoke softly and gently for a while, creating a warm and intimate atmosphere.
Seeing that her daughter seemed genuinely relieved, Madam Song got up with peace of mind.
"Then practice the piano for a while longer, or take a break. Mom will go to the kitchen to see if the bird's nest soup I made for you is ready."
"Okay, Mom, take care."
Song Qingwan stood up and obediently escorted her mother to the door of the music room, a gentle and compliant smile always on her face.
The door to the music room closed gently, shutting out the mother's gentle figure.
The smile on Song Qingwan's face vanished instantly, replaced by indifference, even mockery.
The afterglow of the setting sun shone through the French windows, casting a long shadow of hers, making her appear exceptionally lonely and dark.
She stared at the door, as if she could see through the door and see her mother's departing figure.
The woman who poured all her maternal love into her and was proud of her for the rest of her life.
Song Qingwan's lips slowly curved into a twisted arc.
If only her mother knew that the daughter she was so proud of, the one who carried the noble blood of the Song family, was actually a usurper...
Will she still love Song Qingwan so unconditionally? (This chapter has been read. Please click to continue reading the next chapter!)
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