From a young age, Shū Tínglàn was always the one getting into fights and being scolded. Even her mother would scold her, telling her not to bully Wēn Jiǎn; while her father, out of “apology,” would inevitably visit and apologize every time, along with buying gifts for Wēn Jiǎn. 。
Shu Tinglan and her mother were both foolish at the time, praising her father for being considerate and caring. 。Shu Tinglan also foolishly listened to her father’s words, and she would definitely apologize to Wen Jian the next day. 。Later, I thought about it. Every time she had a conflict with Wen Jian, my father never defended her, always making her apologize first. 。She would also complain to her mother feeling wronged, and her mother would only comfort her: “You should give in to Wen Jian a bit. She grew up without her father around, and her mother raised her alone which was very hard.” 。”In retrospect, these well-intentioned acts by my mother were rather ironic! At my father’s funeral, my mother cried uncontrollably. Shu Tinglan huddled in the corner of the mourning hall, overcome with grief and terror, unable to utter a single word. ” 。The funeral was sparsely attended. None of her father’s colleagues or relatives and friends dared to come to pay their respects, fearing they would be implicated in his affairs. Only she and her mother were present in the mourning hall. 。When Wen Jian and her mother Wen Lan entered, the mother was moved to tears, choked with sobs, saying only that there was still true love in the world, at least someone came to send her father on his last journey. Not everyone is so cold and selfish. 。Then Wen Lan and Wen Jian entered the spirit hall, they didn’t even glance at her, but knelt directly before their father’s portrait and ashes. 。”Daddy, Daddy” 。When Wen Jian knelt down, he let out a heart-wrenching cry of “Father,” his voice choked with grief as if the pain was tearing him apart. 。Her call of “father” nearly choked Shu Tinglan. After so many years, he remembered Wen Jian kneeling on the ground, clutching her father’s portrait and crying until she was curled up in a ball. Those heart-wrenching cries of “father,” became an indelible image in her and her mother’s nightmares. 。
“Lao Shu ah Lao Shu, you’re really heartless, you leave, what about me and Xiao Jian?” Wen Lan was also crying, crying on the ground, like she had lost her soul. 。The scene was eerie. Shu Tinglan and her mother were completely dumbfounded, clueless about what had transpired. They even suspected they might have cried at the wrong place?
It wasn’t until three days later that Wen Lan presented a kinship certificate, confirming that Wen Jian and Shu Tinglan were half-sisters from the same father. Wen Lan and her father Shu Ming had another family outside.
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Mother doesn’t believe 。It’s impossible! Although Shuming isn’t romantic, she is honest and trustworthy, responsible and family-oriented. Over the years of their marriage, they have rarely had a disagreement. Outsiders would think they are a very loving and happy couple. 。Shu Tinglan also didn’t believe it. Although her father was strict and had high expectations of her, he was also very good to her. 。She was sick, he stayed up all night taking care of her; when she went to training class, no matter how late or cold it was, he insisted on picking her up and dropping her off; for anything she wanted, he almost always got it. 。Although her father wasn’t close to her, in her heart, he was a protective guardian watching over her and her mother. 。”What do you want?” the mother demanded, her voice sharp. “What about this family certificate? It’s just a piece of paper that can be forged easily.” 。
As their name suggests, Wenlan people are known for their gentleness and kindness, giving off an air of elegance and grace. 。At this point, she was so frail that a gust of wind could knock her over. She took out a yellowed photo album from her bag and placed it on the coffee table. 。
The album is filled with photos of Shu Minghai holding Wen Jian in one arm and Wen Lan in the other. The “family of three” smiles happily at the camera, from when Wen Jian was a baby to his high school years. 。Wen Jian took out his phone and played several videos. 。Wen Jian was playfully teasing Shu Minghai, calling him “Daddy Daddy” with glee. Shu Minghai affectionately replied with “Baby Baby,” showering her with love. Their heartwarming father-daughter relationship was truly touching to witness. 。。… nor will I play with her like in the videos … 。He was always a serious, taciturn father. 。After looking through the photo album and videos, both Shu Tinglan and her mother’s faces turned pale. She felt a tightness in her chest as if she couldn’t breathe. Her mother immediately fainted. 。Shu Tinglan only felt like a huge stone was pressing down on her, trapping her in the muddy mire. 。<> 。I want to ask him why he treated her and mom like this? I want to ask him, after all these years, as he shuttled between two families, did he ever feel a shred of guilt when he returned home and saw her and mom?I want to ask him, who does he love more: Mom or Wen Lan, her or Wen Jian?Why did you put me and mom in such a tragic situation?Why did you leave without a word, leaving her and mom with no one to turn to?Why did you make her and mom so pathetic? Allowing that mother-daughter duo to bully them?Mom woke up from her coma and went berserk. She trampled on Shu Minghai’s portrait until it was in pieces, and threw his ashes into the toilet. But what good did that do? The person was already dead. He died without leaving a single word. 。The anger of her betrayal and the resentment that festered inside her, with no outlet for release, clawed at her insides like a relentless hand. 。Her whole life was built on lies, like a fool. 。
A mother’s feelings are also her feelings. 。At this moment, she was sitting on the subway, recalling that past event. Even now, she still felt as if a huge stone was pressing her down in the swamp, suffocating her, with nowhere to vent her feelings. 。During her freshman year, she had nightmares every night. 。She dreamed that she was fighting with Wen Jian, and her father always pulled her aside, making her apologize to Wen Jian without understanding the situation. 。At the beginning, she didn’t mind. That’s how parents were back then, no matter how fierce they seemed on the surface, they were always protecting their children deep down. 。Moreover, could her own biological father possibly bully her on behalf of an outsider?
She cried and cried in her dream because she knew that her father was indeed helping Wen Jian bully her. 。Why, Dad? Why do you only help Wen Jian and not me?
If you had to choose, would you choose Wen Jian or me? Dad 。She woke up crying, her heart aching terribly. 。Events did not end there. 。Wenlan said:
“I didn’t mean to upset you, but for so many years, I’ve been wronged myself, and I can’t let Xiaojian be wronged too. He can only secretly call you ‘Dad’ and call you ‘Uncle’ in front of others.”
。Now that he’s gone, for the last time, I want Xiaojian to call him “father” properly. 。”Things aren’t that simple. Wen Lan came back with Wen Jian to fight for the family property.” 。Shu Minghai worked as a state-owned enterprise CEO his whole life, it’s impossible he wouldn’t have some background. 。Wenlan said, “I’ve asked a lawyer, and children born out of wedlock are also first-in-line heirs.” 。”Mother had regained her composure, gritting her teeth as she said: “All Shu left behind is this house, not a single penny more.” 。He pretended to be aloof his whole life, only willing to accept his meager salary. He couldn’t bear the investigation from above and committed suicide. 。As for whether he has money, the above is clear. 。Wenlan ignored her mother’s gritted teeth and said softly, “Lao Shu is a bit conservative, but after so many years, his share of the savings should be something.” 。