With trembling fingers, Mrs. Sheng grabbed the teapot from the table and poured it directly into her mouth, not bothering to use a cup.
After several gulps, Mrs. Sheng finally regained a bit of composure, her eyes gradually calming down. She picked up her bag from beside her and walked out swiftly.
Upon returning to the Sheng Family’s old house, Mr. Sheng was sitting on the sofa reading a newspaper. Their eyes briefly t in the air but quickly avoided each other’s gaze.
Like two strangers, the servants of the Sheng Family’s old house were already used to such situations and pretended not to see anything.
Mrs. Sheng went upstairs, took a small box from the bed, covered in dust, clearly not opened for a long ti. She slowly opened it, disregarding the dust, and took out a few photos, one of which was half-burned.
The woman in the photo had the trendy hairstyle of that era, wearing a shirt and a long skirt, with a bright smile. Not particularly beautiful, but the smile was infectious.
Mrs. Sheng stared at it for a few seconds, then suddenly stood up, her eyes red, staring intently at one of the won in the photo.
After a long while, Mrs. Sheng finally put the photos back, returned the box under the bed, and fell onto the bed, her eyes red as she stared at the ceiling.
In her mind, two faces appeared, one gentle and charming, the other full of spirit. The two faces bore a seventy to eighty percent resemblance, both won she hated to the core.
"Tang Yanqi!"
Mrs. Sheng closed her eyes, growling lowly, "Your mother lost to , and you will too."
After lying on the bed for a while, Mrs. Sheng suddenly got up and went to the bathroom, quickly stripping off all her clothes, and looked at herself in the mirror.
She took good care of herself, showing no signs of gaining weight. Although not as firm as a young person, she was still well-proportioned overall.
Mrs. Sheng looked at the body in the mirror, and her own face, trying hard to smile, but every smile looked copied, with almost no change.
Her face, her nose, her mouth, becoming increasingly rigid; who was the person in the mirror now?
She barely recognized herself.
And the reason she had beco like this, the reason she had beco who she was today was all because of those people.
Tang Ruhai!
The man she hated for a lifeti, along with the won related to him, and his children, they all deserved to die.
And now, Tang Ruhai was dead, the two won related to him were also dead, his daughter Tang Wan was dead, Tang Qinghe was nearly dead, leaving only Tang Yanqi.
The woman in the mirror, her face filled with fillers, beca hideous, and Tang Yanqi, she would eventually be the sa. Anyone she hated, anyone related to Tang Ruhai, they were all her enemies!
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Tang Yanqi was escorted back to the villa by people arranged by Sheng Jianan. Just as she stepped into the house, a chill ran up her back, making her shiver involuntarily.
"Young Madam, you’re back. Where is Master? Didn’t he say he was going to pick you up?"
Tang Yanqi forced a smile in front of Mrs. Zhang, not answering her question, but asked instead, "Where’s Xiao Yi?"
"Miss is upstairs painting."
Tang Yanqi nodded, "I’ll go up and see."
"Young Madam, should we prepare dinner now or wait for Master to co back?"
Tang Yanqi glanced upstairs and placed her hand on her stomach. She had no appetite, but the child inside her needed to eat, and so did Su Weiyi upstairs. As for Sheng Jianan... he probably wouldn’t co back anyway.
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