Yan Fei’s eyes flashed with a trace of embarrassnt, not daring to look into Xia Weibao’s eyes.
"No, this is the Yan Family’s fault, but the mistake is mine.
Aunt is a strong woman, but she is also a woman, a mother.
She lost her husband’s love, which is pitiful enough, and at that ti, she only wanted to love her daughter well.
Her daughter lacked fatherly love, and she wanted to fill it with double the motherly love.
I hope you can understand why she ignored your affairs back then.
She couldn’t get over the psychological hurdle; she went to a ntal hospital to see you once, then went to the United Nations.
The only ti she cos back to Huaxia is during the New Year and Weiyang’s birthday for a few days; the rest of the ti she refuses to return, probably because she can’t face you.
Yan Fei finished speaking, not waiting for Xia Weibao to respond, took her to the third floor of the main villa.
He pushed open one of the doors, a room predominantly pink but clearly more mature than before, with more white.
The bed was large, a double bed.
Everything was designed for two people.
Yan Fei opened the wardrobe, very large, filled with clothes, shoes, and bags.
A dazzling array.
Xia Weibao frowned, the clothes and shoes in the wardrobe were all beautiful, but distinctly two styles.
One relatively mature, high-end, elegant.
A small part was sowhat youthful, full of young spirit.
"This is Yuexian’s room. After she knew you were Aunt’s real daughter, she excitedly set up the room as a double room; all your clothes, shoes, bags, are all personally picked by her.
Eighty percent of the things in the room are yours, she only occupies twenty percent.
Yuexian truly likes you, her room is the largest and best in the Presidential Mansion. When Yan Weiyang wanted this room, she refused to give it up."
Finally, Yan Fei took her to Yan Lingyi’s room.
A room with a solid wood style, very simple, very natural.
What Xia Weibao couldn’t fathom was that the walls of this room were covered with her posters.
A bookshelf placed by the wall, filled with her magazines and reports.
On the coffee table, dressing table, bedside cabinet, there were all her celebrity photos and all her drama stills.
Xia Weibao’s heart was shaken, here, it unexpectedly collected every bit of her career, from when she first debuted to when she ca back a year ago.
Everything was there.
Yan Fei picked up an album next to the pillow and handed it to Xia Weibao.
Xia Weibao opened it, suddenly feeling an urge to cry.
Previously, the photos of her as a child, all of them were here, followed by her current photos, most of which were candid shots.
The edges of the album showed signs of wear, evidently often thumbed through by the owner.
Yan Fei saw her eyes turn red, his heart sowhat bitter.
If it weren’t for the incident four years ago that he caused, perhaps now the Yan Family wouldn’t be steeped in sin, to the point that accepting back a daughter is an impossibility.
He took a deep breath, suppressing the pain within.
"This is Aunt’s room. Since she knew you were her biological daughter, she collected everything of yours, carefully compiling it all together.
That ti in L Country, you were captured by Tang Manor, that’s when we found out your identity.
Aunt was already bedridden then, but she still insisted on rescuing you; the two-hour flight, she was on a drip throughout.
When she found you, you were already lying in the hospital.
She wanted so much to acknowledge you, but for your safety, she couldn’t."
Xia Weibao shot her head up, "What do you an."
Yan Fei shook his head, "We don’t know either."
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