Chapter 113 The Secret in the Cell Phone



Chapter 113 The Secret in the Cell Phone

I thought about it, opened my phone, found the message Xiao Shiqiu sent about the illegitimate child, entered Xia Yixuan's birthday, 080808, and sure enough, the password was correct.

I remember that my father's password has always been my birthday, but now it has been changed to the birthday of his other child. I really want to tell myself not to be sad, but this is so false that even I can't fool myself.

My heart felt like it was being scratched by a claw and was bleeding. It was even more painful than if Liang Zicheng had been kidnapped.

They are both scumbags, but one is just a boyfriend and can be replaced at any time.

But this one is my dad, there is no other way.

When I turned on my phone, the screen wallpaper was a boy with a big smile on his face. He looked a lot like my dad and was quite handsome.

If it was the neighbor's child, I would praise him for being so handsome, but this is the child of my father's mistress, so I don't want to praise him at all.

I haven't deleted any text messages in my phone. There are many ETC toll text messages, almost all of which are about round-trip charges from City A to City T, including the most recent one.

In terms of frequency, he goes there at least four times a month, and each time lasts 2-4 days. My father lives a very tiring life and has made a lot of contributions to the country's highways.

He has been traveling back and forth to City A frequently in the past three years, but he has never visited me at school once.

How much of the love and affection he showed was real?

If you scroll down further, you will find a property payment information for Room 1001, Building 3, Yujingwan Community, City A. It is quite detailed. The area is 216 square meters, and the price is 4.5 yuan per square meter, so the annual property fee is 11,664 yuan. The quality of the community seems to be quite high.

When I opened the photo album, the majority of the photos were of the illegitimate child, from childhood to adulthood.

I remember when I was a child, my father also liked to take pictures of me. Since when did he stop liking to take pictures of me?

After we went to middle school, we seemed to become more distant. Yes, at that time he had a son, so I, his daughter, was naturally not important.

I looked at those photos with a bit of sadness and jealousy.

There are also many photos of that woman. She is very beautiful and has a gentle smile. She is completely different from my mother's cold and aloof temperament. She looks brighter and more feminine.

My dad smiled from the bottom of his heart in the photo with the mother and son.

Our family of three hasn’t taken a photo together for many years. The family photo on the wall was taken when I was in elementary school.

There are also photos of his home in the album. The bright colors make it look warm and tidy. There are flowers on the table, on the windowsill, and even in the kitchen.

My mother thinks these things are not practical and will wither in a few days, so I never put fresh flowers in my house. At most, I will put a bunch of expensive artificial flowers. But fake is fake, how can they compare to the vitality of real flowers?

I seem to understand why my mother lost. Who doesn't like a relaxed and happy life? Who doesn't like a home full of vitality?

My father’s happy smile in the photo stung my eyes, and I had a hunch that my family would break up sooner or later.

I can’t imagine what would happen if my mother found this phone. As a daughter, I would feel heartbroken when I saw it.

Did Xiao Tiantian feel the same way as I did when she was guessing about the relationship between me and her father?

I suddenly began to feel uneasy. I was playing the role of that woman, and this thought that popped up again made my spine chill.

I turned off my phone, carefully put it back where it was, and returned to my room with mixed feelings.

The next day, I slept until noon. This time, my mother didn't let Deng Sisi call me. She came and knocked on the door herself.

"Mengmeng, get up and eat. Let's make dumplings together after dinner."

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