Xia Yangyang looked up in surprise at Gong Xue’er.
Lu Yao said, "Xue’er, you must co from a wealthy family. I’ve never had that kind of privilege growing up. My family didn’t have much, and my dad was drowning in debt. I entered the entertainnt industry to pay off his debts. Honestly, I envy families like yours that start off ahead in life."
Thinking about her childhood, a hint of sadness crossed Lu Yao’s face.
Tang Rufeng patted her shoulder.
Li Wenwen also chid in to comfort her.
Gong Xue’er said, "Actually, having a wealthy family has its own burdens. My parents were both in business and didn’t have much ti for . Later, they died in a traffic accident."
Everyone was stunned.
The most shocked was Xia Yangyang.
Gong Xue’er was blatantly lying with her eyes wide open.
Gong Xue’er ca from a poor family. Even her middle school tuition was paid for with Xia Yangyang’s pocket money.
In truth, Xia Yangyang knew that Gong Xue’er had always been insecure about her background.
So she had fabricated a glamorous family history for herself, and Xia Yangyang could understand that.
But now, claiming her parents died in a car accident?
In fact, Xia Yangyang had t Gong Xue’er’s parents before.
Back when they were in school, Xia Yangyang occasionally went to Gong Xue’er’s house for dinner.
Gong Xue’er’s father was an alcoholic and a chronic gambler—a truly despicable person.
But her mother was gentle and kind-hearted, always selling small wontons at a night market to make a living.
Xia Yangyang had tried them once and thought they tasted quite good.
After losing her mory, Xia Yangyang one evening happened to pass by the area near her middle school.
She still saw that familiar figure.
The only difference was that the figure looked much thinner and frailer.
At the ti, Xia Yangyang stepped out of her car to greet her.
To her surprise, Gong Xue’er’s mother still recognized her and thanked her profusely for helping cover Gong Xue’er’s school fees back then.
She even invited Xia Yangyang to have a bowl of her small wontons.
During their chat, Xia Yangyang brought up Gong Xue’er.
But Gong Xue’er’s mother seed hesitant to talk about her daughter’s current situation.
She only said one thing: "She’s doing well now. Let’s not disturb her life."
She also urged Xia Yangyang not to ntion Gong Xue’er’s past to anyone.
Xia Yangyang could tell.
When Gong Xue’er’s mother talked about those school years, she seed genuinely happy.
Happy that soone was finally there to share everything about her daughter with her.
It was as if the secret she had been holding in her heart could finally see the light of day.
But the more she talked, the more pain and sorrow settled in.
At the ti, Xia Yangyang figured that a lot must have happened.
But back then, she had gaps in her mory, and didn’t yet realize how deeply intertwined her story was with Gong Xue’er’s.
Nor did she know the terrible things Gong Xue’er had done.
At that ti, Xia Yangyang still hoped she could see Gong Xue’er again.
After all, they had once been the best of friends.
But now, watching Gong Xue’er weave together this noble identity of hers—
What Xia Yangyang pictured in her mind instead was Gong Xue’er’s mother’s frail and aged silhouette in the night market.
She only felt sadness for this mother...
Gu Qichen, of course, knew that Gong Xue’er was rely fabricating her background at that mont.
She had crafted a story that made herself at once wealthy and pitiable.
Gu Qichen suddenly spoke in his usual calm tone: "Such a major crash involving your parents must have made headlines at the ti. Why don’t I recall there being any reports of a dostic air disaster six years ago?"
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