Chapter 737 Mom, the young lady is back [1st update]
Twenty years ago, Suwen became famous throughout the world.
Twenty years later, she is still quite well-known.
The trainees recognized him immediately.
"Lady Suwen!"
"Isn't this Madam Suwen? Why is Madam Suwen at the research institute so early?"
These shouts also startled the other students who were still asleep.
Ying Zijin was also taken aback.
So urgent?
It's only 5:30 in the morning.
She arrived at this time, and Suwen arrived right on time as well.
This proves that Suwen has been waiting at the research institute all along.
Ying Zijing spoke up: "Auntie, about yesterday—"
Before she could finish speaking, Suwen pulled her into his arms.
A voice filled with years of maternal love and the joy of finding what was lost: "Tantan, my child..."
The six words crashed against Ying Zijing's eardrums like a raging storm.
A deep sense of dread made her heart pound wildly, a feeling she had never experienced before.
Even someone as calm and composed as Ying Zijin was stunned.
What did Suwen call her?
Tan Tan?
That's not...
In an instant, all thoughts connected like a thread, leading to the final...
With a "thud," Ying Zijing's phone fell from her hand.
Her body tensed up, and her fingers trembled slightly.
This was the first time such a reaction had occurred in a girl.
Although the surrounding students did not hear what Suwen said, they were all stunned by Suwen's actions.
What is the relationship between Junior Sister Ying and Lady Suwen?
Suwen held her for a dozen seconds, then let go.
This stunningly beautiful woman's face was covered in tears, yet she remained breathtakingly beautiful.
Suwen grasped the girl's hand tightly, her voice soft and tentative as she asked, "Tantan, shall we go to your dorm first?"
Before Ying Zijing could react, she subconsciously replied, "Okay."
She turned her head and touched her shoulder, which was already wet.
These are the woman's hot tears, drop by drop.
Ying Zijing felt a burning sensation at her fingertips as Su Wen pulled her into the villa.
This villa is a dormitory for six people, but she is currently the only one living there.
Dean Norman even gave her a makeover.
When the two went up, Ye Siqing and several students were still stunned and hadn't reacted yet.
A few minutes later, the other students came running down from other dormitory buildings, panting.
But we didn't even see a luxury car.
"Where is Lady Suwen? I haven't seen her."
"Sigh! I've made up my mind. I'll get up at five in the morning from now on. Maybe I can impress Madam Suwen with my diligence and get her to hire me into the Lyinger family!"
"Forget it, it's not as easy to see Miss Bi'er as to see Madam Suwen. Let's get on good terms with Miss Bi'er so that we can connect with the Lyinger family in the future."
Top families like the Leinger family
In comparison, it's more difficult to enter the Yu family, since it depends on pure martial prowess.
Ye Siqing's lips twitched.
He's going to join the Lengel family?
What kind of wild dreams are these people having?
**
Inside the villa.
"Yaoyao, it's a bit sudden." Suwen finally managed to calm her excited emotions and handed over the paternity test report, her gaze gentle. "I never expected that I would be able to see you again."
Ying Zijing paused for a moment before taking it.
She looked at the paternity test report, her gaze immediately moving down to the results section.
A true mother and daughter.
Ying Zijing's hand trembled again.
Suwen was her biological mother.
It's not the winner, it's not Zhong Manhua.
Ying Zijin has never liked reminiscing about the past, but some of the words were so hurtful that she couldn't forget them.
The decade or so during which she did not regain her memories and powers was also her time.
She endured all the pain and all the insults alone.
—If you can't even play the piano well, what kind of socialite are you?
—It's an honor for you to donate blood to your aunt. Otherwise, why would the Ying family support you?
—Behave yourself, or your mother and I will send you back to the countryside.
One sentence after another, penetrating to the core, following me like a shadow.
It still hurts whenever I think about it.
She kept wondering why her parents were people who only cared about profit and face.
It turns out that's not the case.
Ying Zijing looked up in a daze, meeting a pair of eyes just like hers.
These eyes lacked Ying Zhenting's utilitarianism and Zhong Manhua's harshness; they possessed only a gentle, watery tenderness.
Suwen raised her hand and stroked her cheek: "My Yaoyao has grown up, but I haven't been able to stay by your side."
Who could know how much of a shock she felt after reading about the Ying family?
If the Lenger family hadn't experienced that upheaval, Ying Zijing wouldn't have ended up in O Continent, much less gone to the Ying family.
Her daughter should have grown up peacefully and healthily.
How could she have suffered so much injustice?
“I’m sorry…” Suwen hugged the girl tightly, tears falling again. “Mom is sorry for you, leaving you out at such a young age, being bullied by so many people, and suffering so much.”
Ying Zijing's body trembled again, and she whispered, "...Mom?"
This title had always been unfamiliar to her, and she had never uttered it aloud.
But now, she can feel this warmth.
Suwen's eyes widened in disbelief. "Yaoyao, please...please call me 'Mommy' one more time."
"Mom." Ying Zijing lowered her eyelashes, raised her arms to hug the woman, and repeated, "Mom, I'm back."
No wonder her hands were trembling the whole time she was saving Suwen.
The surgery itself wasn't difficult, but it was the most challenging one she had ever undergone, as she was terrified of making a single mistake with the needle.
This is a connection from blood.
Suwen could no longer hold back and choked out, "Yes, yes, you're back. You even saved Mom. You're really amazing."
This is her daughter.
It wasn't a cold grave; it stood perfectly fine before her.
His eyes resemble hers, and his eyebrows resemble Lu Yuan's.
She should have noticed it sooner.
Suwen held the girl's wrist, her eyes filled with heartache: "Does it still hurt?"
Ying Zijing paused for a moment, then said, "You know."
She paused, then smiled slightly: "It stopped hurting a long time ago."
"How could it not hurt?" Suwen's eyes reddened again. "You had so much blood drawn, how could it not hurt?"
She didn't know how Ying Zijin came to the Ying family.
However, it is clear that because of the genetic lock, the Ying family has always treated Ying Zijin as their own daughter.
But they were actually capable of doing something like that.
It's hard to imagine how much suffering her daughter endured in that year.
Suwen stroked the girl's head: "You're back. Mom won't let you suffer anymore."
Ying Zijing smiled silently: "I believe it."
Time passed peacefully, and the atmosphere was tranquil.
Suwen was still holding her, this time her tears were tears of joy: "My Yaoyao..."
“Mom, when the Ying family took me back, they did a paternity test.” Ying Zijing looked up, her brows furrowing slightly. “They must have confirmed that the paternity was correct for them to take me back.”
Her and Suwen's identification results were successful, but what about the Ying family?
“It’s the gene lock.” Su Wen’s voice was slow as she recounted the contents of Qing Lang’s letter, “The gene lock your father brought you.”
Ying Zijing fell silent for a long while, then whispered, "So that's how it is."
After she died in her original spiritual world, she was reincarnated on Earth.
She regained her memories and some of her power in the winter of 2020, not because her consciousness was dormant, but because of a genetic lock.
Ying Zijing looked at her arm.
The pinholes on it are long gone.
The years are long, and time slips away.
She lived too long and never had any blood relatives.
In any case, in this life, Suwen is her mother.
When the Ying family was mentioned, Suwen thought of a crucial question: "Yaoyao, will you change your surname?"
Ying Zijin shook her head slightly: "My Ying is not the Ying from the Ying family. My name was given to me by my father and his friends."
“Tanxin Leinger is also my name, Mom, you can call me whatever you want.”
Suwen knew that the father she was referring to was her adoptive father, Wen Fengmian.
"Then we won't change it." Su Wen didn't ask any further questions, and smiled. "Anyway, it doesn't matter what your surname is, as long as you're here."
I don't ask for anything else, just having you here is enough.
Ying Zijin lowered her head, her eyelashes trembling slightly.
She had never told Fu Yunshen about it.
He was also her light.
He was willing to lend her a hand when she was deeply mired in the Ying family's quagmire.
"Yaoyao, don't cry, don't cry!" Suwen panicked. "Tell Mommy everything that's wronged you, okay?"
Ying Zijing tilted her head slightly and chuckled softly, "I'm not aggrieved, I'm just very happy."
Because the "heart" she discarded took away her emotions, memories, and most fundamental strength, she never showed her emotions outwardly.
I recall her only shedding tears twice.
The last time she cried was when she parted ways with her best friend in the spiritual world.
However, by then she had already fallen into the abyss, and her best friend did not see it.
"As long as you're happy, as long as you're happy." Suwen felt even more guilty. "You didn't come back all night yesterday, you must be tired. Go to sleep for a while, let your mother look after you."
The phone then chimed.
[Shaoying]: Big sister, have you seen Aunt? Yesterday I stopped her from going out. I went out with the guards, but I couldn't find you. Are you alright?
It's okay, don't worry.
“Shaoying is right.” Ying Zijin raised her eyes, her gaze serious. “Mom, you really shouldn’t come out at that time.”
Lu Yuan is still missing, and Su Wen cannot afford to have anything happen to her.
Suwen felt even more distressed.
How much pain and hardship must a person endure to grow up so quickly?
But Ying Zijin didn't originally have to go through all of this.
The phone rang again.
[Fu Yunshen]: Yaoyao, I have something to take care of. See you tonight.
【good. 】
After replying to the message, Ying Zijing lay down on the bed: "I'm going to sleep for a while."
"You should rest well." Suwen sat down beside her and smiled. "You won't have to suffer like this anymore."
Ying Zijin slowly closed her eyes.
This time she slept very soundly.
Suwen also thought of Fu Yunshen, and couldn't help but feel a headache coming on.
She had just brought her daughter home, barely had time to warm her heart, and now she's getting married so soon.
Suwen sighed.
Forget it, I'll just pack up and wait to be the officiant at the wedding.
**
On the Lengel family's side.
All morning, the butler was directing the servants to work in the kitchen garden, his face beaming with an undisguised smile.
No one expected that the eldest young lady, who had been presumed dead, would return to the City of the World twenty years later, and become the miracle doctor who saved the first lady.
The connection between a biological mother and daughter is truly amazing.
The housekeeper had never looked so energetic; he felt several years younger.
He went upstairs with his hands behind his back.
This is the largest bedroom, originally reserved for Ying Zijin, but it has never been used for many years.
It is currently undergoing renovation.
A maid stood on the balcony, hanging pink curtains onto the window.
The butler walked over and stepped onto the balcony, then slapped the maid on the head: "You brat, the young lady doesn't like pink, why did you decorate the whole room in pink?"
maid:"……"
"Change the colors immediately," the butler said. "Change them to purple and blue, understand?"
After he finished speaking, he went to the yard.
"Here, here! Can't you see the grass is growing too tall? What if it trips up the young lady?"
"And here, if we pick all these apples, what if one falls and hits the young lady?"
Gardeners: "..."
Do you really think they're all fools?
"Sizzle—"
Outside the manor, the sound of brakes came.
The car door opened, and Bi'er got out, her brows furrowing slightly.
Every time she comes back, someone will come to pick her up.
Why are there no servants this time?
Bi'er used her pupil pattern to open the access control and went inside.
That's when she realized everyone was busy and had no time to pay attention to her.
The housekeeper didn't see her either; he was still giving instructions and was overjoyed.
"What are you doing?" Bi'er took off her sunglasses, her brows furrowing even more. "When did the house become so lively?"
Such a grand gesture, even for the patriarch of the Yu family, is perhaps a bit too enthusiastic and extravagant.
Could it be that someone from the Academy of Sages is coming?
The butler didn't turn around, but cheerfully replied, "Ah, this is Miss, she's back."
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