Chapter 1 Chapter 1 True and False Daughter
Dark clouds gathered, thunder flashed, and a rainstorm was about to arrive. Bean-sized raindrops hit the glass of the Song Group. Song Zhihan looked at the storm outside the window with mixed feelings.
Today is her mother, Song Yazhi's birthday. She originally wanted to hide in her office to give her a surprise, but unexpectedly, she found out about another surprise for herself first.
She was most likely the wrong child.
The conversation between his mother and the secretary echoed in his ears. Song Zhihan slumped against the door of the lounge, lowered his head, and couldn't recover for a long time.
"CEO, the results of the paternity test are out. Miss Lin is indeed the child of the Song family..."
"How could this happen... What are those people in the hospital doing?! If they make it, I'm going to sue them!"
"...Alas, Zhihan will definitely be sad if she finds out...How should I tell her about this...We must recognize the child of our Song family..."
Song Zhihan smiled bitterly. She should be thankful that her mother still considered her feelings. But after all, blood ties were the closest.
It all happened so suddenly. She never thought that such a melodramatic plot would happen to her.
Could it be a mistake? With a glimmer of hope still in her heart, Song Zhihan waited until the outside had calmed down before quietly poking her head out to confirm that they had all left. She tiptoed to flip through the things on the desk, and out of the corner of her eye she saw a photo of herself and her mother when she was eight years old. Pain flashed in her eyes.
Her movements were quick and flustered, and even her fingertips were trembling. It was not until she saw the face in the photo that was 80% similar to Song Yazhi that Song Zhihan felt a chill all over her body. The parent-child report clipped under the photo completely crushed her wavering heart.
No wonder relatives all said she didn’t look like her mother, it turns out there was a trace of everything.
Song Zhihan left the building in a daze, even ignoring the secretary's voice calling her.
Shanmei, a subsidiary of the Song family, is the leader of the clothing manufacturing industry in Yuhang City. Song Yazhi has been in power as the president for many years. She is decisive and does not tolerate any sand in her eyes. She will definitely not take this matter lightly.
What will be her fate then?
Song Zhihan quickly examined herself. She studied literature abroad, a major that had nothing to do with fashion, so she was of almost no use to the company.
As for the mother-daughter relationship, it was a mess. When Song Zhihan was a child, her mother was very busy, so busy that she could only come home a few times a year. Later, when Song Zhihan went abroad, the opportunities for them to see each other became even rarer. Their relationship had always been sparse, and this time she planned to give her a surprise, also with the intention of repairing their relationship.
But now, let alone repairing it, it would be good enough if it could be preserved.
Song's father was a live-in son-in-law, with little say in the family, making no decisions on matters big or small. Furthermore, according to Song Zhihan, her father's position was precarious, and he might be divorced at any moment.
A cowardly father, a strong mother, and a girl who was picked up by mistake.
No matter how Song Zhihan thought about it, the situation seemed terrible. She couldn't just sit there and wait for death, but she had no idea what to do.
After taking the photo and writing down the last name "Lin", Song Zhihan left with mixed feelings.
The rainstorm slowly stopped, and the accumulated rainwater fell obliquely along the eaves to the ground. The rainwater collided with the ground, making a sound unique to them.
The retro-decorated cafe remained unaffected and quiet. Song Zhihan looked out the window, quietly waiting.
The mango mousse they ordered arrived, and Li Daizhen was also caught in the rain. She hurriedly handed her umbrella to the waiter and sat down opposite Song Zhihan.
"What's the matter? Why are you calling me out in such a hurry?"
Song Zhihan said he had something urgent to do, so Li Daizhen came despite the heavy rain. But she never figured out what kind of urgent matter this young lady could have, and what problems money couldn't solve.
Pushing the cake to her, Song Zhihan smiled weakly: "Eat first, and then we'll talk after a while."
She had to think about how to talk to Li Daizhen.
Li Daizhen's suspicious eyes fell on her face. She picked up a corner of the cake with a fork, ate it carelessly, and swallowed a bite. She thought of an interesting thing she had just learned today, and laughed with schadenfreude.
"Do you still remember Wang Weijia from our high school class? The one who argued with the political science teacher, the one who pretended to be so?"
Song Zhihan nodded. Such an annoying person was rare in her life, and it was hard for her to forget him.
"Didn't he rely on his family's wealth to force the school to fire the teacher? I just heard today that he's a fake child who was taken away from another family by mistake! Now both families don't want him. His biological mother disliked the fake mother and kicked him out. His father really deserves it."
If Song Zhihan hadn't asked his family to intervene, that political teacher who graduated from a prestigious university would have been fired. Now that Wang Weijia has ended up like this, how can it not be a great relief to the people?
Song Zhihan's face turned pale when she heard this. Wang Weijia was also her future self. Her biological mother hated the fake mother and wanted her to leave. She didn't want her... It was terrifying to think about it.
It seems that all melodramatic stories are written like this: the real daughter is reluctant to let go by her fake mother, and is regarded as a treasure that has been lost and found by her biological mother. Only the fake daughter becomes cannon fodder that is hated by both sides, with neither love nor money.
Li Daizhen noticed her loss of composure and the more she thought about it, the weirder it became. She didn't even bother eating the cake and asked anxiously, "Song Zhihan, you're not right. What's wrong?"
Song Zhihan forced a smile, with the corners of his lips pressed down, making his smile uglier than crying.
"Daizhen, I might have picked up the wrong person."
"impossible!"
Li Daizhen gave this answer without thinking, and then analyzed it clearly, "Your family is different from the Wang family. How could you allow such a thing to happen? Did you misunderstand? Did you hear it with your own ears or see it with your own eyes?"
Song Zhihan regained some composure and told her what he had seen and heard in the office today. He also showed her the photos he had taken on his mobile phone. Fearing that she would arouse her mother's suspicion, she only dared to take photos and then restore everything.
The evidence was irrefutable, and even Li Daizhen, who had been so confident just moments before, was now somewhat shaken. She hadn't expected the joke she'd used to lighten the mood would now be directed at Song Zhihan. Frowning, she offered advice, "I think... you don't have to worry too much. Aunt Song is a person who may appear cold on the outside but is actually kind on the inside. While blood is thicker than water, you're the one who's been with them day and night. Aunt Song wouldn't be so cruel as to kick you out. Don't take it too seriously."
Song Zhihan closed his eyes: "I hope so."
But she couldn't help but let her imagination run wild, revealing her pessimistic attitude.
The more Li Daizhen thought about it, the more she felt her words made sense. She sat down next to her and comforted her, "Don't think too much. Aren't we celebrating Aunt Song's birthday? It's still early, so go get ready."
Yes, she was so preoccupied with these things that she forgot about the important things. Thinking about the shaky mother-daughter relationship between the two and this explosive news, Song Zhihan became more determined to celebrate her mother's birthday. Since blood relationship didn't count, she had to work harder to please others.
The raid on the office failed, and she turned her attention to home.
If nothing unexpected happens, Song Yazhi will be home at 8 o'clock, and maybe even earlier today. So if it's 7 o'clock, there are still three hours from now, so she should be in time.
Song Zhihan quickly called the flower shop and asked them to change their destination. She then picked up the jewelry she had ordered long ago and returned home.
Several people gathered together, the florist's staff decorated the villa in an orderly manner, while Song Zhihan was busy making cakes in the kitchen.
Now that bayberries are ripe, she's specially sought out a baker to teach her how to make a colorful bayberry cake. Though she's still a bit unskilled at scraping the layers, she finally has a rough idea of the shape. She garnishes it with peeled lychees and carefully places it in the refrigerator to set.
The work was done. It was six o'clock and Song Zhihan went to check the decoration of the living room. Unexpectedly, he met an unexpected person.
"Dad? You came back early?"
Gu Chen was dusty and exhausted, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say he was covered in dirt. He put down his bag and changed his shoes in one go. Without saying anything more, he trotted off to the bedroom.
"Yes, isn't it your mother's birthday today? I'm going to take a shower first, you go ahead and do your work."
Song Zhihan blinked and continued doing his own thing.
Her father is a typical wife-only person. In his heart, nothing is more important than his wife. Song Zhihan often feels that the reason why he treats her well is because of her mother's face.
But this deep affection did not receive the same return from Ms. Song. Song Yazhi's attitude towards him was lukewarm, and she even ignored him when she was busy.
So she didn't expect Gu Chen to play any role in this matter at all. It was more important to focus all her energy on her mother.
The father and daughter were busy with their own things. When the clock struck seven, they finally received a call from the driver. Twenty minutes later, Ms. Song arrived home.
Song Zhihan was called by her father to straighten her collar. She lowered her head and looked at the dark patterns on her tie. Thinking that this might be the last birthday she would celebrate for her mother, she felt sad and couldn't help asking.
"Dad, tell me...is it possible that I'm not your daughter?"
Gu Chen was puzzled by this inexplicable speculation: "What nonsense are you talking about? Your mother knows best. Go ask her. If she says yes, it is yes. If she says no, it is no."
Song Zhihan had nothing to say to his wife slave. He fixed his tie for him and went to the kitchen to get the frozen cake.
Twenty minutes later, Song Yazhi arrived home on time. Several servants at home greeted her at the door and opened the fireworks in tacit understanding.
"Happy birthday, my wife!"
The high heels made a crisp sound on the floor, and Song Yazhi's cold and pretty face showed a faint smile: "Thank you. I prepared a red envelope and asked Sister Yue to give it to you later."
Then it was the father and daughter's turn to perform. Song Zhihan took the lead in presenting the gift and cake, and tried to force a smile: "Happy birthday, Mom. This is the necklace and cake I specially customized for you."
Song Yazhi's smile deepened a little, but she just casually placed the necklace on the table in the living room and only took a light bite of the cake.
"Zhihan is thoughtful, thank you."
The awkward and polite response and the two neglected gifts made Song Zhihan's smile stiff.
Mom, do you not even want to pretend anymore?
A feeling of grievance filled his heart, but Song Zhihan could only swallow his emotions and pretend that nothing had happened.
Gu Chen squeezed past his daughter and hugged his wife shamelessly: "Happy birthday, my wife. This year's gift is me."
He has always been like this, never suppressing his emotions in front of outsiders.
Song Yazhi calmly pushed him away, not showing any surprise at the gift: "Isn't the flight for tomorrow? Why are you back early?"
With this cold attitude, Song Zhihan had no doubt that when the truth came to light, Gu Chen would be kicked out along with her.
Endless pessimism spread rapidly like cancer cells. The more Song Zhihan thought about it, the more miserable he felt. Looking at his father who was about to stick to Song Yazhi, Song Zhihan didn't want to stay here and continue to be a light bulb.
She forced a smile, acting like a good girl: "Mom, Dad, I won't disturb you. I'll go upstairs to rest first."
The moment he turned around, tears welled up in his eyes. Song Zhihan took a few quick steps to cover up his loss of composure.
Song Yazhi looked at her back, thoughtful.
"Zhihan, you seem to be in a bad mood."
There was no one else in the living room. Gu Chen didn't press himself down. He put his arms around Song Yazhi's neck and sniffed her fragrance, like a dog that had been away from home for many days and urgently needed a familiar smell.
"I don't know either. I only got home an hour earlier than you. Honey, let's skip dinner and go straight to the room, okay?"
Song Yazhi pushed him away from her and looked carefully at the gift Song Zhihan had given her.
The diamonds were beautiful, but unfortunately they didn't match her work style. The cake was delicious, but she had lost the habit of eating out in the evening in recent years.
But she would cherish everything Zhihan gave her.
She put the necklace in the safe. As for the cake, Song Yafen asked someone to put it away and pack it up to eat at the company as lunch tomorrow.
Gu Chen looked very jealous. He picked up Song Yazhi by the waist and when he saw a hint of panic on her calm and composed face, he carried her to the bedroom with a naughty smile.
Song Zhihan had never known all of this. She lay on the bed, looking at the ceiling, feeling that the road ahead was bleak.
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