In the room were also He Xing and He Yi.
All eyes were focused on the real Mrs. Xia— He Yingteng.
He Yingteng sat in the chair, her eyes evasive. For the past two days, she had been in shock. Her left cheek was dressed in gauze. There was a deep cut there made by Gu Shaocheng’s knife, which might leave a scar if not healed properly.
The reality weighed heavily on her mind, a truth too shaful to voice.
Her mind churned, considering how to maintain the lie that had been kept for twenty years.
For the past two days, she had been troubled by this issue. If the truth were to be revealed, Gu Shaocheng would never spare her. He might indeed leave her to live a life worse than death.
She had always been afraid of death, coveting riches and honor!
In fact, over the years, she had considered the possibility of the truth being exposed soday. Hence, she had prepared argunts and made repeated ntal rehearsals.
Ziteng had died a long ti ago, and there was no one to verify the truth against her claims. Repeatedly, she reasoned this way to soothe herself. The next second, tears welled up in her eyes, and she began to dab her nose with a tissue, sobbing: "Yes, I am Yingteng, not Ziteng!"
"The real Ziteng died a long ti ago. She’s the one buried in the cherry blossom forest!"
With tears streaming from her eyes, she raised her head and put up an innocent face: "But what could I have done? At that ti, Ziteng was suffering from a deadly disease. Shaocheng was so young, and a illegitimate child from another town. If she weren’t there, what would happen to Shaocheng?"
"Because I looked so much like her, even our parents, and our brother couldn’t tell us apart. That’s why she ca up with the bold idea of having replace her, to live in this world in her na and raise Shaocheng on her behalf. Shaocheng was so young at that ti. Ziteng didn’t want him to know that his mother was so severely ill, and didn’t want Gu Lianhe and Shaocheng to see how the disease was torturing her. She didn’t want to break the hearts of Gu Lianhe and young Shaocheng."
"At that ti, I was yet to be married. But when Ziteng begged to live on for her, I couldn’t say no. For all these years, I couldn’t even use my real na. I couldn’t be the real Yingteng... I have never complained. Shaocheng, that child misunderstood so much, ruined my face. Aren’t they your grandsons, your nephews? Aren’t I your daughter, your sister?"
"He now controls the entire He family in the palm of his hand. He has even dug up his own mother’s tomb. You don’t bla him, but you all co to interrogate . I...I...I don’t want to live anymore. After all, my face has beco like this. What’s the point of living anymore?" As He Yingteng spoke, she beca increasingly sad and aggrieved. It seed as if she had a grievance that she couldn’t express, and it pained Xia Jianqing to see her so upset.
He walked over to console his mother, "So that’s what happened, Mom, I misunderstood you."
"But why didn’t you tell us? After Ziteng died, you should have told us, instead of keeping silent all these years?" He Tianqi felt a slight shift in his feelings: "If you did all this for Shaocheng’s sake, why did your relationship with him beco so strained later on? What exactly happened in Canada that made him bear such deep hatred for you?"
He Yingteng suddenly stood up in excitent: "I have a new marriage and I can say I am happy now. Why should I reveal those things and make everyone sad? I promised Ziteng that I wouldn’t say it. Wouldn’t speaking out after her death be a breach of the trust she placed in ?"
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