Meng Qingyue took a deep breath for a long time, clenching one hand into a fist as if she wanted to break her palm, using great force.
Her eyes were misty with tears, but they gradually warmed and became cautious.
For the first time, as a mother, I called her by her name: "Yao Yao".
Upon hearing this voice, Fu Mengyao's body trembled violently, as if she had been frozen in place and unable to move.
Tang Yaoyao and Su Mei both looked at her, wanting to know what kind of expression she should have at that moment.
Her face grew paler and paler, her hands clenched tighter and tighter, and her eyes were filled with disbelief. She refused to turn around and face the truth.
Tang Yaoyao reminded him, "Didn't you say on Weibo before that you wanted to meet your godmother when you had the chance? Now that my dad has given you that opportunity, you don't need to thank him, but you should at least go back and see her, right?"
Fu Mengyao's breathing became heavy and deep, and for a moment, her mind went blank.
The woman on Weibo knows all of her thoughts, understands her, comprehends her, and supports her.
She was moved that such a person existed in the world, but for her, that was only on the internet.
She never imagined that one day they would actually meet.
It was as if the skin covering her had been ripped off, revealing her true appearance, no matter how beautiful it was.
Tang Yaoyao saw the various emotions surging in her eyes and gave a cold, mocking smile.
There is a type of person in this world who only hides in dark corners, huddling together with others of the same kind for warmth, sharing their true thoughts, but unable to admit in the sunlight that the other person is right.
Because if she confessed, it would be tantamount to acknowledging her own crimes and announcing to the world that she was no different in essence from this group of dark-hearted people.
How could someone who hides their thoughts so deeply admit to their dark side?
Only those with a sunny disposition can share joys and sorrows, while people like Fu Mengyao are destined to only share sorrows with others.
As expected, Fu Mengyao denied it. The moment she turned around, a hint of ruthlessness appeared on her pale face: "Who are you? What are you doing here?"
As she finished speaking, her eyes were filled with shock.
Because the face of the strange woman in front of her looked so much like hers.
Rather, it was because she looked like this woman that, in an instant, childhood memories became clear.
That beautiful noblewoman is the woman in front of me.
Could it be that the biological mother Tang Yaoyao mentioned is her?
Meng Qingyue felt a sharp pain in her heart as she watched the various expressions shift in her eyes.
She knew that Yao Yao was the same kind of person as her, and her reaction was completely expected. However, at this moment, she still felt a heart-wrenching pain.
It's been over twenty years.
She was finally able to see her daughter openly and honestly.
Her daughter, Yao Yao, has grown into a graceful young woman, her features remarkably similar to her own in her youth—so beautiful.
only……
Suddenly, thinking of how the Fu family forced her to sell herself to support herself, tears welled up in her eyes: "I'm sorry, it's my fault for not protecting you."
Mother……
Liao Mengyao was so disgusted by this title that she almost screamed and roared, "I'm not your daughter! No! I'm Qiao Yanzhi's daughter, and you can't possibly ruin our mother-daughter relationship."
Meng Qingyue felt as if a knife was stabbing her throat, and suddenly, she couldn't utter a single word.
Tang Yaoyao saw the pain in Meng Qingyue's eyes and a feeling of sorrow suddenly rose in her heart, but she curled her lips and mocked the coldness of human nature.
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