Her appearance and temperament are both very good.
Itâs just that her face looks somewhat pale.
Gu Shengyin compared it with Chong Yujiâs memories from this period; it was just after her mother had left not long ago, and her father brought someone else back.
She hasnât had a good rest during this time, so itâs no wonder her complexion is that bad.
After tidying herself up, she pushed open the door and went out.
"Ah Yan, you know, Ru He just left. If I announce your and Wenwenâs identities now..."
The woman standing opposite her father was clearly crying: "But Iâve been following you without a name for so long. Iâm okay with it, after so many years, but what about Wenwen? She will be mocked by others."
Gu Shengyin sneered in her heart: Only now do you realize youâre being laughed at? Havenât you two been a joke for a long time?
Then she heard her father comforting: "Ah Yan, donât worry, Wenwen is my daughter. I will never let her be wronged."
In the original plot, Chong Yuji couldnât help but rush over to question them upon hearing this.
But Gu Shengyin thought about it; making a scene now isnât beneficial for her.
She quietly recorded these words and then retreated into her room.
After some commotion, she walked out of the room again.
This time, she saw the two sitting politely on the sofa in the living room.
"Yuji, youâre not going out today?" Father Chong asked.
After graduating, Chong Yuji collaborated with her friends to open a fashion design studio, and by now, she would have usually gone there.
Gu Shengyin replied: "Iâm not feeling well, so I wonât be going today."
The woman sitting silently on the side weakly called out Yuji.
Gu Shengyin pretended not to hear.
She checked her watch and said to Father Chong: "Iâm heading out first."
Perhaps Father Chong wanted to prove something in front of An Yan; he suddenly turned sullen: "Your Auntie An is greeting you. Chong Yuji, whereâs your manners?"
Gu Shengyinâs face also turned cold: "I donât remember my mom having any siblings, so where did this aunt come from?"
She turned to the woman sitting seemingly helpless on the sofa: "My mom hasnât even been gone for a hundred days, and youâre already impatient to bring someone into the house. You can keep such a thing yourself, I wonât interfere, but expecting me to respect her as an elder is impossible!"
Her expression was full of endless resentment: "Just a shameless woman, what even is she?"
An Yan went pale upon hearing this.
Actually, many years ago, she had met Chong Yujiâs mother.
Back then, Chong Yujiâs mother was a high-status lady, living freely and boldly, looking down on her just like this.
Now, more than twenty years have passed, yet her daughter still looks at her with the same disdain.
Her nails dug hard into her palm, reminding herself to endure.
She had endured for more than twenty years.
What kept her by Chong Minggangâs side all this time? Wasnât it her gentle understanding manner?
She finally endured the original wife to death, and now itâs just a spoiled young lady in her twenties?
She can still trample her under foot.