"Why not? You said you were going to send your adopted daughter away?" Wuyou sat lazily on the sofa, crossed her legs, and crossed her arms, looking completely indifferent.
The siblings, Lü Xiangsong and Lü Jiaqi, looked grim, their expressions a complex mix of anger, disappointment, sadness, and resentment. Lü Jiaqi, on the other hand, was secretly delighted and stood there, unsure of what to do.
"Mom, I know you don't like me, but how could you treat me like this? I'm your own daughter, and you're kicking me out for someone like this?" Lu Xuewei's eyes reddened, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably. She clenched her fists tightly at her sides, her body slightly hunched over, and roared with all her might.
Lu Xiangsong also felt a pang of sympathy; after all, she was his own sister. Coupled with the fact that they had both been under their mother's oppressive influence, it was understandable that he sympathized with her. He reached out to support Lu Xuewei's swaying body, hesitating to speak, his face filled with conflict.
"Mom, if you really don't like us, why did you give birth to us in the first place? You brought us into this world only to humiliate and ignore us. Does that make you happy?"
As she spoke, she became increasingly agitated, her face flushed, and she looked extremely angry.
Lu Jiaqi stared at Lu Xuewei with disbelief in his eyes. In his mind, children should not disobey their parents. Back in the Liu family, let alone shouting at Liu's parents like this, even raising one's voice a little would result in a severe beating.
In her eyes, the actions of the two siblings could be described as outrageous.
Wuyou's expression remained indifferent, a cold smile playing on his lips as he watched the two siblings' tragic performance without being moved.
"Mom, if you're going to kick Xuewei out, you might as well kick me out too." Lu Xiangsong held Lu Xuewei in his arms and comforted her gently, his face stiff as he spoke righteously to Wuyou.
"Slap slap slap..." Wuyou's lips curled up slightly, and the crisp sound of slaps came from her hands. The sound made Zhou Xiangcong and his sister's faces even uglier, as if they had suffered endless humiliation.
"I really didn't expect that you two kids would be so talented in acting. I haven't even said anything yet, and you've already brought the melodrama to its peak." Wuyou's smile became increasingly sarcastic, and every word she spoke was like a knife to the heart.
However, the subtle ache and pain emanating from her heart was not to be ignored, but all of this was concealed beneath a perfect smile.
"Brother, let's go, let's go find Dad." Lü Xuewei gritted her teeth, the rebellious spirit of her adolescence instantly surging in her heart, and she grabbed Lü Xiangsong's hand and turned to leave.
Children at this age are naturally self-centered, and these two siblings had long been dissatisfied with Wei Wuyou; this was just the beginning of a meltdown.
"Wait... Who let you leave? Lü Xuewei, you've really got some nerve, daring to contact Zhou Anguo behind my back." Wuyou's voice turned cold, and she casually smashed the teacup on the table to the ground. The ear-piercing sound of the porcelain shattering made Lü Xuewei stop in her tracks. Her body trembled slightly, whether from anger or fear, it was hard to tell.
"Mom, he's our father. Why can't we contact him? Even if you're domineering, you can't interfere in this matter," Lu Xuewei said through gritted teeth, her tone full of resentment and dissatisfaction.
"So you want to follow your dad instead of me?" Wuyou strode up to the brother and sister in her high heels, her eyes narrowed and her gaze dangerous.
Under this powerful pressure, both Lu Xiangsong and his sister couldn't help but shrink back. Even Lu Jiaqi, who was standing next to them, was affected and kept her head down without saying a word.
"Mom, that's not what we meant. It's just that he is our biological father after all, and what you're doing is really putting us in a difficult position." Lu Xiangsong took two steps forward, bracing himself against the pressure from Wuyou, and forced himself to speak.
To withstand Wuyou's aura was no small feat for a teenager, and Wuyou couldn't help but feel a pang of regret for her son's talent. Lü Xiangsong was indeed a capable and talented child, it was just a pity…
Wuyou's eyes flickered. "I know you've been dissatisfied with me for a long time and want to rebel against me. It's because I'm not as gentle to you as your father, Zhou Anguo. That guy, we had already agreed that the two children would be mine, yet he still resorted to these petty tricks. Isn't he just after my Lu family's money?"
"Mom, don't think of everyone as so mercenary, okay? Dad truly loves us, much more than you do." Lu Xuewei said angrily, and Lu Xiangsong's face also showed disapproval.
"Tsk..." Wuyou made an ambiguous sound, feeling sorry for Lü Wuyou.
Although she was a workaholic, it was all for the sake of her family to have a better life. She was devoted to her two children, but unexpectedly, they developed such a bad character, and she was completely biased towards that cheating scumbag Zhou Anguo.
Zhou Anguo was a middle school teacher who met and fell in love with Lü Wuyou. However, in their sixth year of marriage, Lü Wuyou accidentally discovered that Zhou Anguo had a four-year-old son. Lü Wuyou, with her intolerant nature and ruthless personality honed by years of experience in the business world, hired a lawyer and forced Zhou Anguo to leave with nothing, changing the children's surnames.
However, to avoid traumatizing her two children, she publicly stated that it was an amicable divorce and warned Zhou Anguo not to have any contact with them. Unexpectedly, this man secretly had frequent contact with the two children, and was led astray.
“Love you? Yes, he does love you, Lü Xuewei, but not my child. I only thought you were still young before, but I never expected…” A hint of sorrow appeared on Wuyou’s face, as if the frost and snow were melting, making it hard to ignore.
Caught in a dilemma, Lü Xiangsong frowned, a bad premonition rising within him. He suddenly looked up at Wuyou, a vague sense of unease growing in his heart.
His lips trembled slightly, and he subconsciously asked, "Mom, what do you mean?" It probably wasn't what he thought it meant; he was overthinking it.
It must be said that Lü Xiangsong has very high intuition and intelligence; he already had a guess in his mind.
“That’s right, Lü Xuewei is not my biological daughter, but the adopted daughter Lü Jiaqi in your eyes is my daughter, your own sister.” A hint of determination flashed across her face as Wuyou stared intently into Lü Xiangsong’s dark pupils, trying to discern his thoughts.
"Impossible—" Lu Xuewei reacted quickly and screamed. Although she was somewhat dissatisfied with Wuyou, she was still very satisfied with her status in public. She was the eldest daughter of the Lu family and the object of countless people's admiration and flattery.
"Mom, you're joking with us, right?" Lu Xiangsong said calmly, forcing a smile that looked awkward, with a hint of impossible hope in his voice.
Wuyou simply gave him a look, and Lü Xiangsong was utterly disappointed.
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