"I'm just sick, I didn't do anything wrong!"
Chu's mother felt sorry for her daughter, but she didn't know what to say.
There are some things that Chu Jingyi has to do in a way that will only cause her distress.
All the past praises and the glory of being Beijing's top socialite have now become heavy shackles on her body, which she cannot shake off.
Rather than living in such agony, it would be better to die and end it all...
Lu Family Villa.
After getting their marriage certificate, Tang Li felt much freer.
But she still didn't dare to openly approach Shen Qingxu, lest she be accused of illicit dealings again.
She completely succumbed to this incredible pressure from public opinion.
Tang Li still decided to go to Fenglan Garden to take a look, even if it was just from afar.
The sycamore tree at the entrance of Fenglan Garden is gone. It was planted by her mother and was the same age as Tang Li.
She remembered Tang Nanquan saying that he hoped she could grow up carefree, just like that sycamore tree.
But it was Tang Nanquan who personally cut down the trunk of the paulownia tree!
Tang Li stared blankly at the familiar yet unfamiliar garden villa in front of her.
Five years have passed, and Tang Nanquan seems to have completely forgotten about her existence as a daughter.
The Tang family is now wholeheartedly nurturing Tang Wenshuo; to be precise, they are doing everything in their power to hand over the family business to Tang Wenshuo.
Unfortunately, Tang Wenshuo was not a promising student; he was idle and did not study properly during his university years.
Tang Nanquan spent nearly 200,000 yuan to get his son into a private college.
Tang Wenshuo not only failed to learn anything useful, but also developed a host of bad habits, such as drinking and gambling.
Song Lan had finally achieved a life of luxury, and she was only focused on enjoying it, never thinking about encouraging her son to be more ambitious.
She often says, "My son has already suffered a lot. Now that he has finally found his biological father, of course he should enjoy life!"
Tang Nanquan was over fifty years old, and his health was deteriorating. He knew that he wouldn't last much longer.
Tang Li watched from afar.
Tang Wenshuo was punished by his father for going out gambling with a group of idle friends and not returning home until late at night, so he was forced to kneel at the door.
Song Lan was heartbroken.
That was her precious son, whom she held dear in the palm of her hand; she rushed out without a second thought.
"What are you doing? Tang Nanquan, I only have one son. Are you trying to freeze him to death in this freezing weather? It's raining outside!"
After saying these words, Song Lan glanced around warily.
"Honey, do you feel... like someone is watching us?"
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