Chapter 82 Fake Daughter
It must be that idiot Shen Nian’an who was behind this.
Relying on the relationship between her brother Chen Que and Gu Chengyu, and relying on her shameless attitude to cling to her superiors.
Song Qingwan's slender fingers curled up, and her nails almost dug into her palms.
She had to find a way...
A way to make Shen Nian'an completely lose face and never be able to raise her head in their circle again.
Let her know that not everyone can covet things that do not belong to them.
Just as she was thinking of the most vicious plan.
“Knock, knock, knock.”
There was a soft knock on the door.
Almost at the moment when there was a knock on the door, the coldness and calculation on Song Qingwan's face disappeared without a trace.
She raised her eyes, and the fragility and grievance were restored in them, and a slightly bitter but still elegant smile appeared at the corners of her lips.
It was as if the overwhelming hatred in my heart had never existed.
"Come in."
Her voice was still clear and pleasant, but slightly hoarse, as if she had just cried.
The door was gently pushed open, and Mrs. Song walked in carrying an exquisite fruit plate.
She had a graceful temperament and wore a simple and elegant light blue cheongsam. Her features bore some resemblance to Song Qingwan, but she had the calmness and true gentleness that came with years of experience.
She looked at her daughter who was forcing a smile, her eyes full of heartache.
"Wan'er."
Mrs. Song placed the fruit plate on the low table beside her, walked to the piano, and gently stroked her daughter's long hair.
"Don't be sad."
Song Qingwan leaned slightly to the side and gently rested her cheek on the warm back of her mother's hand, her voice soft and dependent and understanding.
"Mom...I'm fine."
"Master Chengyu, he must have more important things to do. I can understand that."
She raised her watery eyes and tried to force a comforting smile, "Don't worry about me."
"Silly child."
Mrs. Song sighed, her tone full of pity.
"My Wan'er is so good, gentle and generous, well-educated and well-mannered, and her piano playing is so good that even your grandfather praises her highly."
"It's because the Gu family doesn't have this blessing, and it's also because Gu Chengyu has no vision."
She spoke with conviction, expressing her unconditional pride in her daughter.
"It's his loss to miss you."
"Our Wan'er deserves better."
Song Qingwan snuggled up to her mother, listening to her words full of love and pride, feeling her warm comfort, but her heart was filled with cold mockery.
Gentle and generous? Well-educated and well-mannered?
Oh……
The perfect daughter in her mother's eyes was nothing but an illusion she had deliberately created for more than twenty years.
Mrs. Song was unaware of her daughter's inner turmoil. She picked up a crystal clear grape, peeled it carefully, and placed it in front of Song Qingwan's mouth:
"Come, have some fruit."
"Don't think about those unhappy things."
"Our Wan'er is so outstanding, is there any worry about not finding an ideal husband?"
Song Qingwan obediently opened her mouth and held the sweet grape. With a happy smile of being loved by her mother on her face, she nodded vigorously.
"Yeah! Thanks, Mom. You're the best."
The mother and daughter spoke softly for a while, and the atmosphere was warm and intimate.
Seeing that her daughter seemed to be relieved, Mrs. Song stood up with confidence.
"Then you can practice the piano for a while, or take a rest. Mom will go to the kitchen to see if the bird's nest stew I made for you is ready."
"Okay, take care, Mom."
Song Qingwan stood up and obediently sent her mother to the door of the piano room, with a gentle and docile smile on her face.
The door of the piano room closed gently, blocking out the mother's gentle figure.
The smile on Song Qingwan's face disappeared in an instant, replaced by indifference, even sarcasm.
The afterglow of the setting sun shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows, stretching her shadow very long, making her look particularly lonely and dark.
She stared at the door, as if she could see through it and see her mother's departing back.
The woman who poured all her motherly love into her and was proud of her all her life.
The corners of Song Qingwan's lips slowly curled up into a twisted arc.
If my mother knew that her daughter, the one she was so proud of, who carried the noble blood of the Song family, was actually a fake who had taken over the family...
Will she still love Song Qingwan so unreservedly?
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