Shang Lingqiu suddenly interjected, "We've known about this for a long time. Only you in the family..."
Shang Mengzhu tugged at her. Shang Lingqiu shut her mouth.
The woman lowered her hand and looked at Shang Mengzhu: "Why did you tell me all this so readily?"
Shang Mengzhu paused.
It felt like an eternity. Shang Mengzhu raised her eyes, her expression still carrying the same disdain and pity for her sister. Yet, upon closer inspection, a different kind of emotion was clearly present.
Is it longing? Or empathy?
"Sister, do you think you're the only one in this world who hates Mom and Dad?"
Not a single penny of the money that Shang Hongxuan and Ji Ya obtained through swindling would end up in the names of Shang Mengzhu and Shang Lingqiu; instead, it would all go into Shang Jiayu's pocket. This was done both legally and out of parental affection.
Perhaps their mother, out of pity, would share some scraps with them. But now that Shang Yechu has already delivered a large sum of money, money that could belong entirely to the two sisters, why would they still want the scraps left over from Shang Jiayu's mouth?
Shang Yechu stared at her sister for a few seconds, then suddenly smiled: "You really are my sister."
"Likewise." Shang Mengzhu retorted sharply, pushing the card back onto the coffee table. "We don't want this card. Even if you give it to us, we won't keep it."
Shang Yechu raised an eyebrow. She didn't think her good sisters would turn down money: "What do you want me to do?"
Shang Mengzhu and Shang Lingqiu exchanged a glance, and Shang Lingqiu nodded almost imperceptibly. Shang Mengzhu took out her phone, fiddled with it for a while, and finally brought up an interface.
The interface showed a private account with a balance of over ten thousand yuan. Shang Yechu scrolled down and saw small amounts of money being deposited, accumulated over countless days.
The account name is "Mengqiu Freelance Planning".
It turned out that while she was still in a daze, someone in the family had already been secretly planning their escape.
"Transfer the money to this account," Shang Mengzhu said matter-of-factly. "Not a penny less!"
Shang Yechu slightly tugged at the corners of her mouth.
The phone buzzed twice, and Ji Juntao answered it. Shang Yechu said, "Boss, find a reliable, unrelated account and transfer one million to this account."
As he spoke, Shang Yechu recited a string of numbers.
In just two sentences, a million-dollar sum was decided!
Shang Mengzhu couldn't help but show a look of envy. However, she had researched online and found that liposuction, plastic surgery, and jaw reduction were all very painful procedures, and the entertainment industry was a dark place. Although she envied Shang Yechu's money, she decided against following the same path as Shang Yechu.
Shang Mengzhu had planned everything for herself since childhood, and now she was steadily pursuing the life she wanted, taking pride in it. She didn't think she was inferior to Shang Yechu, even though Shang Yechu had more money than her.
"Five hundred thousand." Shang Yechu hung up the phone. "It will be transferred in batches. I will transfer the remaining five hundred thousand after the third son comes of age."
Shang Lingqiu was clearly unconvinced. Shang Yechu glanced at her and laughed, "If you turn around all at once and get caught, wouldn't it be a complete disaster? It's better not to put all your eggs in one basket."
Shang Lingqiu muttered something to herself and then said nothing more.
Having answered the question he most wanted to ask, Shang Yechu had no intention of lingering any longer. However, there was one more thing he hoped to find.
Where does the distant relative whose household registration I'm registered with live?
Shang Mengzhu paused, thought for a moment, and said, "They died a long time ago. We even attended their funeral when we were kids, and you even smashed a basin for them... Never mind, you probably don't remember."
Shang Yechu genuinely had no recollection of it. She didn't press the matter: "Then what about their household registration booklets?"
“They’re dead, how would I know?” Shang Mengzhu said. “Their family lived in the countryside, but I don’t know which village exactly. They’ve been dead for so many years, their house must have been razed to the ground.”
While grateful to her legally adopted "parents," Shang Yechu felt no real affection for them. Hearing of their deaths, she felt no sadness. When Shang Mengzhu asked, she shook her head, claiming ignorance, and Shang Yechu felt no regret.
Shang Yechu put on her clothes, a scarf, and her glasses. Reaching the door, she casually asked, "Do you know what they're called?"
Shang Mengzhu looked thoughtful; she did vaguely remember this...
"They're a very distant relative of ours. They also have the surname Shang. I think the man's name is Shang Ping, and the woman's is Ye Lihua, I believe..."
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