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Sometimes, Lin Tingyue would wonder if the mother in front of her was really her mother. Why couldn't she find the maternal love she had lost since childhood in her?
Isn't a mother supposed to be kind and warm? Why is this mother aloof, cold, and distant?
Zhiming used to be very good to her, she thought sadly. He smiled at her, celebrated her birthday, and accompanied her shopping. No matter how long they shopped, he never complained of being tired. He took her to his class reunion, took her to classes, tutored her, and affectionately called her "Little Silly."
Memories flooded Lin Tingyue's mind. Through her tear-filled eyes, she gritted her teeth and thought, "It's all because of Ye Wenyu!"
If it weren't for her, Zhiming wouldn't have broken up with her!
Out of anger, Lin Tingyue dug her fingernails into her flesh, but she felt no pain at all.
Ye Wenyu is a vixen. First, she stole her older brother's love from her, and then she stole Zhiming's love from her!
She must get revenge!
Previously, Lin Tingyue only felt jealousy towards Ye Wenyu. She was jealous of her beauty, her intelligence, and how much her older brother loved and doted on her, showering her with luxury brand clothes, bags, houses, and cars. But now, she hated her, hated her to the extreme, because Ye Wenyu had caused Jiang Zhiming to break up with her.
As Lin Tingyue pondered, she clenched her fists and secretly vowed in her heart that she must win back Jiang Zhiming and take revenge on Ye Wenyu!
Just then, her phone rang. She picked it up and saw that it was her mother calling. Lin Tingyue composed herself, feeling a little surprised. What did her mother want to talk to her about?
She looked at her phone, wiped away her tears, and answered the call. Her mother was calling her to come out for dinner that evening.
Lin Tingyue was feeling down and needed comfort, so she immediately agreed and hung up the phone. Thinking about seeing her mother, she cheered herself up, put on new makeup, changed her clothes, prepared a gift for her mother, and then drove to her house.
It's called a home, but it's not really a home.
After my mother returned to China, she stayed in a hotel. It was a five-star hotel in the city center, with fresh flowers and fruit every day. It was very luxurious, but everyone knew that the hotel was not home.
Where is her mother's home? Why doesn't her mother go back to the Lin family? Lin Tingyue never understood. She wanted to ask, but she didn't have the courage.
Holding flowers, she entered her mother's hotel room. Zhang Yingzi, dressed in purple, opened the door herself. She looked up at her and, seeing that she was alone, asked in surprise, "Didn't Zhiming come with you?"
Thinking of her painful memories, Lin Tingyue's eyes reddened, and she said in a hoarse voice, "He broke up with me today." Her voice was weak and feeble, like a wisp of smoke in spring.
Zhang Yingzi was stunned for a moment before saying, "He's not right for you. Come in and close the door. I have something very important to tell you."
Lin Tingyue was stunned for a moment, then obediently closed the door, walked to her mother's side, and found a chair to sit down.
Zhang Yingzi composed herself and asked Lin Tingyue, "Have you received any news?"
What? Lin Tingyue shook her head.
The mother's hotel room smelled nice, but the fragrance was too strong, making her feel a little dizzy.
Zhang Yingzi smiled triumphantly and said to her, "Your father is dying. Before he dies, he wants to see me. Today, your aunt called and told me to move back to the old house."
I see.
Lin Tingyue was a little stunned. Her mother was going back to the old house, and she was so happy?
My mother's room was very upscale, with a genuine leather sofa, a genuine leather coffee table, a round dressing mirror, and a sparkling bathtub. But a hotel room is still a hotel room, even a five-star hotel. So the room felt cramped and lacked the feel of home.
Every time Lin Tingyue comes here, she feels uneasy. Is her mother, who has to stay in a hotel when she returns to China, really that strong? Can she really take care of her?
At this moment, she had that feeling again—suspicious, uneasy, and pessimistic.
Zhang Yingzi seemed to have waited for this moment for many years. Her face shone with an unusual radiance as she smiled and said, "I haven't been back to the old house since I returned to China, and I haven't seen your father. I wanted him to come and invite me! Hahaha, I've finally waited for this day. I wasn't wrong about it, hahaha—"
Upon hearing this, Lin Tingyue stared blankly at her mother, who was laughing triumphantly.
Zhang Yingzi smiled smugly again before continuing, "I wanted to know if he still had feelings for me after all these years. Now I know the answer. Very good, very good! Xiaoyue, after I return to the old house, you will have someone to rely on. From now on, everything that belongs to us, Mom will take back for you!" As Zhang Yingzi said this, a fierce expression appeared on her face, and she clenched her fists.
Upon hearing her mother's words, Lin Tingyue's heart stirred and her eyes lit up.
Her eyes shone with a strange light as she looked at her mother, her small face, no bigger than a palm, still showing an expression of disbelief.
Really? Her mother helped her reclaim everything that originally belonged to them. Now, apart from the empty shell of being Miss Lin, she has nothing. Sometimes, when she sees luxury brand bags but can't afford them, she feels poorer than the homeless on the street.
A breeze blew in through the hotel's heavy velvet curtains, making the air much fresher and the fragrance less intense, but more pleasant.
Lin Tingyue looked at her mother with delight.
Zhang Yingzi nodded to her again, raised her eyebrows, and asked, "What, you don't believe me?"
Lin Tingyue immediately shook her head. She dared not spoil her mother's mood. First, she lost her elder brother's affection, and now she lost Jiang Zhiming's love. She had nothing left.
The only person I can rely on is my mother.
No matter how capable she is, at least they are blood relatives and they are on the same side. Sometimes, when Lin Tingyue looks at her mother, she can imagine what she will look like twenty years from now. She will still be as beautiful as her mother, and then she will feel at ease.
When they went out, everyone thought they were sisters; she looked so much like her mother. Once, her father, drunk, even called out to her, "Azi—"
She knew that Azi was her mother's nickname.
Moreover, her mother's only children were her and her second brother, so she should stand on her mother's side and believe the old woman's words. It's just that her eldest brother—
Lin Tingyue glanced at her mother, mustered her courage, and reminded her, "Mom, my eldest brother is not easy to deal with."
Mentioning Lin Tingfeng still makes her heart pound, as if a nest of rabbits were living in her chest. Even when she sees sunlight streaming into the room, she worries that there might be eavesdroppers and wants to make sure that all the doors and windows are tightly closed.
She had been bullied by him for over a decade. If it weren't for her older brother's excessive treatment of Jiang Zhiming, Zhiming wouldn't have left out of despair. If she had some assets or real power, she naturally wouldn't have had to start from the bottom like Zhiming!
Over the past two years, Zhiming must have been very disappointed. He thought that becoming the boyfriend of the eldest daughter of the Lin family would lead to a meteoric rise in his career, but when he interned at the Lin Group, he still had to start from the bottom, just like when he was looking for a job. That's why he left heartbroken and in despair.
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