Madam Fu finally lost her composure.
She stood up abruptly, "What did you do to Jinhe!"
The usually calm and composed Madam Fu completely broke down at this moment. She went around the table, grabbed Fu Yinhe's shoulders, and shook her violently.
"That's your older sister! What did you do to her?! Tell me!"
Fu Yinhe felt nauseous from the shaking, but she smiled, as if showing off her medals, and spoke each word clearly.
"I slashed her face 128 times with a knife, so she could never use that face to flaunt herself or fawn over men again!"
As her thoughts drifted back to the past, Fu Yinhe's face was filled with the satisfaction of revenge.
"But there are still men who don't mind her. The homeless men at the foreign border really like her body. But after that, I peeled all the skin off her body. She fainted from the pain, so I gave her some medicine to wake her up, and then I continued peeling. But even so, she still wouldn't beg me, wouldn't admit that she was inferior to me! She's really tough. Well, I'll just break her bones too..."
Snap!
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Madam Fu didn't know how many times she hit her, but Fu Yinhe's face was already swollen and her mouth was covered in blood.
Madam Fu trembled with rage. "Fu Yinhe, how dare you? How dare you! She's your eldest sister!"
"She's not!" Fu Yinhe finally shouted out her true feelings. "She's the bastard you picked up! I heard what you and Dad said when she was little. Although the eldest child isn't of the Fu family bloodline, she's still talented and we should treat her well. What's ridiculous is that you've been raising this bastard with such care and even wanted to hand over the Fu family to her. What right does she have? What right does she have!"
Snap!
Madam Fu slapped Fu Yinhe again.
His gaze seemed to be laced with poison.
"You are the bastard." Madam Fu's tone suddenly became calm, but the look in her eyes when she looked at Fu Yinhe lacked the kind maternal love, and there was no pity or sympathy at all.
"Back then, we found you in the heavy snow, almost frozen to death. There was a note on you with your birth date and time written on it. You were older than Jinhe, but we didn't want you to have too much burden in the future, and we really couldn't give you the status of the eldest daughter of the Fu family. So we hid that note, changed your birth date, and made you the second young lady of the Fu family."
Fu Yinhe was completely stunned.
"That's impossible!"
She reached out to grab Madam Fu, but her hands were handcuffed together, making it quite inconvenient. In addition, the policewoman behind her blocked her way and forced her back into her seat.
"You're lying! Fu Jinhe is the bastard! She is!" Fu Yinhe roared, "Say something, Mom!"
Madam Fu: "Don't call me Mom. My biggest regret now is that I took pity on you back then and picked you up from the snowdrift and gave you the identity of the second young lady of the Fu family. That's why my daughter has suffered so much! Everyone in the Fu family is shrewd and calculating, but they would never target their own family. You are the only exception. Isn't that enough to explain everything?"
Fu Yinhe was completely deaf to her words. "Impossible! Fu Jinhe is the bastard! Fu Jinhe was adopted! She deserves to die!"
Madam Fu: "I will remove you from the Fu family genealogy. From now on, you will have nothing to do with the Fu family. I will have someone send you the note that you had back then. Your actual surname is Zhang. I will also have someone change your household registration, ID card, and passport to Zhang Yinhe."
"Can't!"
"My surname is Fu!"
"My name is Fu Yinhe!"
"I am the second young lady of the Fu family! The future head of the Fu family!"
No matter how crazy Fu Yinhe became, Old Madam Fu didn't look back even once, and left the detention center with seemingly steady steps.
Once back in the car, she finally couldn't hold back her tears and burst into sobs.
"God, if I have done anything wrong, please punish me instead of my daughter... My Jinhe, how much willpower she must have used to persevere until now... I was wrong... My daughter..."
The driver gripped the steering wheel tighter and tighter.
He was wearing a hooded hat and sunglasses, and if you looked closely, you could see that his hands were covered with all sorts of scars.
mom……
A tear silently rolled down her cheek and dripped onto the collar of her black suit; the watermark quickly disappeared.
He dared not speak, afraid of being recognized, and could only silently start the car and drive towards the Fu family home.
Meanwhile, Mrs. Fu, who was still immersed in regret and pain, did not notice that something was missing from the car.
...
Half an hour ago, Jiang Zao drove Fu Yanci to the courtyard private restaurant.
This is a place she has visited every year since she met teacher Qin Mingyong in high school.
She studied here, met her senior classmates here, and witnessed the unwavering love between Professor Qin Mingyong and his wife here.
Because of some traffic congestion, they were the last to arrive.
Of all these people, Ke Xubai and Jiang Zao were the closest, and he was the only one who dared to make jokes so openly.
"Junior sister, you dare to be late for your teacher's birthday? You think you're all set just because you have a husband?"
Jiang Zao didn't stand on ceremony and took Fu Yanci's arm. "Well, it's better than you coming alone every year, right, teacher?"
Although Qin Mingyong was an old scholar, he was not rigid in character and his thinking was very progressive. Moreover, he loved watching the students bicker and joke around, which showed that they had a good relationship and no barriers between them.
"Yes, you're right, Xiaobai. What's wrong with you? You're so old and still single. Settle down first, then focus on your career. You can't always stay cooped up in the lab. You're already an old bachelor. It won't be easy to find someone later." Qin Mingyong advised earnestly.
Ke Xubai: "Teacher, you're so biased towards my junior sister. You always side with her."
Qin Mingyong replied with a smile, "Yes, she's always been more considerate than you bunch of brats, so of course your teacher and I have to side with her."
Jiang Zao walked over, handed over the gift she had prepared, and introduced Fu Yanci to them.
Fu Yanci lowered his hands and bowed deeply to Qin Mingyong, saying, "May you, teacher, enjoy boundless happiness and evergreen health, and may your wife enjoy good health and grow younger with each passing year."
After standing up straight, he added, "You are Zaozao's teachers and teachers' wives, so you are also my elders. Please feel free to ask if you need anything in the future."
After saying that, he handed over his business card.
During the meal, Fu Yanci remained humble and subservient throughout.
They were either feeding Jiang Zao or serving food to Qin Mingyong and his wife, leaving no room for others to even offer their hospitality.
After the meal, Fu Yanci cleverly excused himself and left for a while, giving Qin Mingyong and Jiang Zao time to talk alone.
Qin Mingyong drank the tea that Jiang Zao had poured for him, looked at Fu Yanci in the courtyard, and said with a smile, "Zaozao, this man is a good one. You have good taste. You should cherish him. Don't always think about your career. When you're tired, you can find a shoulder to lean on."
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