"Qingqing, this is the family heirloom bracelet your grandma gave me when mom got married. Now mom is giving it to you. I hope you can wear it and get married in style." Mrs. Yi's gentle and loving voice came from
It came from not far away.
Su Qianqian's bedroom is opposite. If she wants to go back, she must pass by Mrs. Yi's door. Her door is open now. If she goes there, she must pass by Mrs. Yi's door.
Her steps slowly stopped, and she heard Su Qingqing's soft voice coming from the room: "Mom, this thing is too valuable, I can't accept it."
"Silly boy, I treat you as my biological child. Is there anything else that cannot be said between mother and daughter?"
Mrs. Yi put the bracelet on her, looked at Su Qingqing with satisfaction, and her tone became more loving: "Qingqing, you are back now. You don't even know how much your mother missed you after you left. Alas..."
"Don't you still have a sister? With her here, how can mom be lonely?"
"How come Qianqian is like you? She...she is very good, but compared to you, I still love you more." Mrs. Yi's voice sighed, "Mom, I hope you can live well in the future, don't
You keep running around, you went to the United States this year, you don’t know how worried your mother is."
Su Qianqian leaned against the wall, her smile a little weak.
She had known for a long time that Mrs. Yi didn't have deep feelings for her, but she would still be sad to hear her say it herself.
She was probably a dispensable person in the Yi family. She sometimes went to the news and went there for a month or two, but she never heard Mrs. Yi say she was worried about her.
Some things cannot stand comparison.
If she didn't compare with Su Qingqing, she wouldn't feel so pitiful.
Her husband loves her, and her adoptive mother also loves her. She is the little princess of the Yi family. Her relatives and friends are all proud of her. Only she, Su Qianqian... only she, Su Qianqian, is nothing...
…
She was a little sad and sighed softly. She turned around and wanted to leave, but she heard Mrs. Yi say from inside: "Qingqing, mom also knows about you and Ning Xiu, but after all, the young mistress appointed by grandpa is Qianqian.
Don't worry, when grandpa dies, the position of young master of the Yi family will definitely be yours too."
At that moment, an incomparable chill spread from her fingers to her heart. Su Qianqian felt as if a basin of cold water had been poured head-on, and her whole body was frozen stiff.
Her steps froze, her whole body was shaking, she clenched her fingers hard, feeling that she couldn't listen anymore. Look, what are these words, what are these words!
She, Su Qianqian, does Su Qianqian mean nothing? Nothing!?
Walking back stiffly, she finally couldn't hold on anymore at the corner, holding on to the wall and inhaling with difficulty.
Everyone regards her as a clown, sb. When she married Yi Ningxiu so happily, how many pairs of eyes are there in the world, waiting to see her Su Qianqian's jokes?!
Knowing... knowingly knowing Yi Ningxiu and Su Qingqing... they, they...
She forced herself not to think about it anymore, but she still trembled all over. The terrible heart attack came again, and the pain was so painful that she could hardly breathe. She bit her finger hard until she tasted the fishy smell of blood in her mouth, and then she fell into a trance.
Wake up.
"Miss?"
Lin Bo walked up the stairs and saw Su Qianqian leaning against the wall, looking at her with some confusion.
She quickly put her finger down, licked the blood on her lips, and smiled at him: "I'm going back to the room, Uncle Lin. Mom is talking to Qingqing in the room. You can find him later."