Yang Shasha hadn't expected her to be so resolute and ruthless. She took two steps closer, knelt at her feet, and pleaded.
“Sister Lingjiao, Mom was afraid that you wouldn’t acknowledge her, afraid that you would hate her, so she never explained it. She just quietly came to see you under the guise of taking care of me.”
They planned to explain the whole story to Ling Jiao only after they had become very close to her in two or three years.
Even if she gets angry, she won't be so heartless as to sever ties with them.
"Afraid I won't acknowledge her? Afraid I'll hate her?" Ling Jiao sneered coldly, her gaze icy as she looked at Yang Shasha, who was begging her. "You haven't come to see me for over twenty years since I was born, but now that I've gained some fame and fortune, you come to me and talk about mother-daughter affection? Do you even deserve to?"
She will remember those who are good to her for a lifetime.
However, she will hate those who treat her badly for the rest of her life.
When she was in school, everyone else had a father and mother, but she didn't; she only had her grandfather.
Grandpa never told her anything about her parents. It was only from neighbors and relatives that she learned her father had died and her mother had run away and abandoned her.
In those years, she longed for the day she could go home, and for her mother to return.
But she waited for so long, and she never came back to look for her.
When she grew up and no longer needed her, she would run back with her children, wanting to put on some show of motherly affection with her.
“Sister Lingjiao, Mom has never forgotten you all these years and has always felt guilty, but she said she has no face to go back to you…” Yang Shasha cried as she recounted the hardships her family had endured over the years.
Ling Jiao's agent and assistant listened, becoming increasingly speechless.
Did they have a hard life? Did they have a hard life like Ling Jiao and her grandfather did when they depended on each other for survival?
Their so-called hardship was merely a lack of money and material possessions, but Ling Jiao was not only poor in those years, she also suffered greatly.
Her grandfather fell seriously ill when she was in college, so she started acting and took on countless gigs to earn money to pay for his expensive medical expenses.
At that time, she had no one to rely on, and she uttered not a single word of her suffering to anyone.
There are plenty of people in this industry who use their background to create hype, but Ling Jiao has never used it for publicity, nor has she ever talked about her hardships in public.
What right did Yang Shasha have to complain about the hardships her family had endured in front of her?
Even though they lack material possessions, they still have family reunions and can rely on each other for warmth.
But Ling Jiao had nothing but her elderly and ailing grandfather.
She has overcome countless obstacles to get to where she is today, and now these people are trying to exploit her under the guise of being her mother, brothers, and sisters.
Ling Jiao looked coldly at Yang Shasha, whose makeup was ruined from crying, and said, "I've already given you enough. You want more from me? That's impossible."
She had occasionally imagined what it would be like if that woman came back to her one day.
But when they came to her in this way, she would rather have their lives intertwined forever.
"Sister Ling Jiao, I apologize to you, and I apologize to you on behalf of my mother. I don't want anything anymore, I don't want anything at all. I just hope you can forgive my mother, and that our family can continue as a family..." Yang Shasha said, crying.
However, before she could finish speaking, Ling Jiao coldly interrupted her.
“You are the family, I am not.”
“Sister Ling Jiao…” Yang Shasha reached out to pull her.
Ling Jiao coldly avoided her, saying, "Get lost."
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