Two women with similar personalities, each having woven their own beautiful dreams for years, had them all shattered in one night.
Liao Mengyao is unwilling to acknowledge her mother. At this moment, should we blame her?
Is that strange?
She thought, no wonder.
From the beginning, he silently taught her those "principles of being a person" behind the scenes, but now, Fu Mengyao can only be considered a slightly more important tool.
Ultimately, it can only be blamed on Meng Qingyue's cold-heartedness.
The mother and daughter could have healed each other, but instead, things have come to this.
Meng Qingyue took two steps toward her.
Liao Mengyao looked as if she had seen a monster and took several steps back in fright.
She simply couldn't accept that the beautiful woman in front of her was her mother.
How could that be?
They had known each other before she was a minor and had always supported her in all her thoughts and feelings. They were just online friends, and he only agreed to be her goddaughter out of momentary emotion.
How could she possibly be willing to be the goddaughter of an ordinary woman?
What's more, she's her own daughter.
Liao Mengyao said excitedly, "Don't come any closer, I'm not your daughter, you've mistaken me for someone else."
As she spoke, her gaze fell on the middle-aged man beside her. He was dressed in old, somewhat shabby clothes. Her breathing became labored, and tears welled up in her eyes.
What a cruel joke fate played on her!
Even if she wasn't the eldest daughter of the Fu family, she was still the apple of the Qiao family's eye. How could this happen?
Why is this happening?
Seeing the disbelieving look on her face, Tang Yaoyao raised an eyebrow slightly: "It seems you guessed it. This man is Liao Xin, and he is your biological father."
These words struck not only her heart, but also her soul.
Looking at his pampered daughter, Liao Xin thought of his past and the lives he had taken. He moved his lips, but he couldn't bring himself to call her "daughter."
The humility that emanates from a person's very being is often the most restrained.
He dared not recognize her; even glancing at her felt like adding a dirty mark to her perfect life.
His appearance had lost its former vigor and charm; the whites of his eyes had turned somewhat yellow.
Suddenly, he saw her looking at him, her eyes darting away, her hands behind her back, unsure of what emotion to show her. In the end, he could only give her a bitter smile.
Fu Mengyao has been the center of attention since childhood, and she is very proud at heart. People like him seem to be a dime a dozen at the bottom of society, with no special characteristics, only a lack of confidence and humility.
How could someone like that be her father?
Her heart turned cold, and she glared at Tang Yaoyao: "How could I be their daughter? It's impossible. You're lying to me."
Tang Yaoyao shrugged: "It doesn't matter. Now that you've met, your biological mother will naturally explain to you how you were born, how you went to the Qiao family, and how my parents took you back to the Fu family."
After saying that, she took the apple that Qiao Yanzhi had peeled for her, took a bite, and then said, "From now on, you have no relation to the Fu and Qiao families."
"No, no..."
At this moment, Meng Qingyue had already resigned herself to her fate.
What made her accept her fate wasn't that all her plans had failed, but rather that fatal misunderstanding from over twenty years ago, which seemed to mock all her efforts over the years.
She was unwilling to admit she was wrong, but she couldn't deny that her life had been too tragic.
On the contrary, Liao Mengyao was far less composed than her mother.
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