The others suddenly realized.
Right.
Mrs. Jiang’s surname is Song, and Chu Xin’s surname is Chu.
How could their grandparents be so cruel as to harm their own daughter and newborn granddaughter?
That clearly didn’t make sense.
Jiang Yisen laughed out loud, his eyes revealing interest, “That’s why some truths need to be uncovered by her herself for her to fully believe. Even if we put the evidence in front of her, she wouldn’t believe it. Now that she has the script of the ’true and fake daughters,’ I want to see if she can be more promising than Nannan.”
Jiang Yunchuan felt like his CPU had burnt out.
Today’s news had left him feeling numb.
True and fake daughters?
His own mother and Chu Xin?
Jiang Yunchuan: “…”
It was too fantastical.
Jiang Yisen’s words left room for endless speculation. He stood up and stretched, “I’m leaving, I won’t be staying at home. I’m already investigating Leyi’s background, and I believe the results will come soon. You all take your time to think about it.”
They watched him leave.
And looked at each other.
Jiang Hemian thought about how Mrs. Jiang and their grandmother’s eyebrows and eyes looked remarkably similar, and despite his cleverness, he couldn’t understand the meaning of the true and fake daughters Jiang Yisen spoke about.
He spoke first, “Mom looks a lot like grandma.”
Old Madam Song was a rare beauty in her youth and also a famous singing queen who had countless wealthy young men bending their knees to her. However, she retired from the public eye after marrying Old Sir Song and devoted herself to her family.
Mrs. Jiang looked very much like Old Madam Song, there was no doubt about that.
“Chu Xin’s surname is Chu, what does she have to do with the Song Family? If she was our grandparents’ daughter, it wouldn’t make sense for her to have always lived outside… Before Grandpa Chu passed away, Chu Xin was his only daughter, treasured and held in high regard. If he knew she wasn’t actually his, would he still have treated her so well?” Jiang Zhouye raised the question.
It wasn’t realistic.
How could wealthy families be so kind as to raise someone else’s child?
Jiang Yunchuan ruffled his hair in agitation, “Forget it, I don’t want to think about it anymore, it’s giving me a headache. We need to find a way to get mom to investigate the Song Family. Only if she sees with her own eyes will she believe us.”
He smiled wryly, “I will observe Chu Xin more during this time, to see what exactly her relationship is with my grandparents.”
Jiang Jingcheng sighed slightly, “That’s the only thing we can do.”
The conversation ended abruptly.
But before they could come up with a plan, they received the news of Chu Muxi’s suicide.
Mr. Jiang and Mrs. Jiang had no choice but to rush to the hospital again.
By the time they returned, they saw Chu Muxi with them.
She nestled against Mrs. Jiang, who gently stroked her back, softly urging her not to be afraid, now that she was home.
It was a restless night for everyone.
Jiang Leyi also clambered out of bed, noticing it was three in the morning. The previously sent-away Chu Muxi had been brought back home by Mrs. Jiang.
Jiang Nanshu yawned and rubbed his eyes as he came from inside.
She tilted her head slightly, eyeing Chu Muxi and Mrs. Jiang with a slight frown, “Did you wake us all up in the middle of the night just to see her brought back?”
Chu Muxi, seemingly afraid of Jiang Nanshu’s aggressive demeanor, shrank behind Mrs. Jiang, “Mom, I’m scared of her.”
Mrs. Jiang stood in front of Chu Muxi, looking at her wrist wrapped in gauze, her feelings complex as she solemnly said, “From now on, Xixi is part of our family, your younger sister.”
Jiang Yunchuan was half awake now, “Are you serious? What kind of blood relation do we have with her, ’goddamn younger sister’…”
Jiang Zhouye looked at Chu Muxi with disdain, “I don’t want her, having two sisters is already enough.”
The others didn’t speak.
Jiang Leyi’s face paled slightly, first glancing at Jiang Nanshu before standing up to defend her, “Mom, it’s unfair to Nannan, can just anyone become part of the family now? Has the threshold for the Jiang Family fallen this low?”
Mrs. Jiang looked at Jiang Leyi before slowly saying, “Aren’t you also not related to us by blood? We raised you, and there are feelings involved, which is why we didn’t drive you away, so why can’t Xixi stay?”
Jiang Leyi’s face turned pale, her eyelashes drooping weakly as she pursed her lips and said no more.
She even regretted accepting Mrs. Jiang’s invitation to come back now.
Because it was supposed to be a family dinner for Nannan, she returned hoping to spend more time with Jiang Nanshu.
Jiang Yunchuan could not stand it anymore, protecting Jiang Leyi behind him, glaring angrily, “Mom, you’ve gone too far, how can Leyi even be compared to Chu Muxi? Do you have to completely break your daughters’ hearts before you turn back?”
Jiang Leyi huddled behind Jiang Yunchuan, her eyes slightly moist, her head bowed to prevent others from seeing her abnormality.
Mrs. Jiang’s initially hesitant emotions began to solidify due to the family’s opposition; she was just setting things right in her way. If both daughters were disobedient, why couldn’t she choose an obedient daughter to nurture?
“How can they not be compared? I raised Leyi, and now that she is grown up, she went against my wishes and left the Jiang Family, not even considering me; why should I still keep her in my heart? Indeed, without blood ties, there’s no intimacy. And Nannan, you should ask her yourself, can she recount any incidents of her time with us?”
Upon hearing this, Jiang Nanshu’s expression remained calm.
She glanced slightly at the tearful corner of Jiang Leyi’s eye.
That was the emotion one felt when deeply hurt.
The love of a family is a shield; similarly, their ruthlessness is a sharp blade.
It can wound one severely.
If she became moved by what her original family had done for her and fully accepted them,
when the transcender would come back, she would again face a choice.
If she chose the love of her family, she would have to live under the same roof as another intruder, leading to countless plots and schemes, and her life would become a mess.
The second choice was to leave, which would be quite painful, as it meant severing the affection she had just begun to understand.
Jiang Nanshu completely understood Jiang Leyi’s emotions, but she was not the same.
Her eyes emotionless, she looked at Mrs. Jiang, her voice carrying lightly with the wind to Mrs. Jiang’s ears, “Were you lying to me about everything you promised?”
“You promised that if I returned home with you, you would be kind to me. I believed that, thinking you truly understood how to love me, so, were you deceiving me?”
Mrs. Jiang’s face turned ugly for a moment.
Jiang Nanshu seemed not to be accusing but rather calmly inquiring.
She had expected her to explode in rage, yet the response was unexpectedly calm.
It left her momentarily unsure of how to reply.
Because indeed, she had said those things, but they were coerced by circumstances.
Seeing that Mrs. Jiang did not respond, Jiang Nanshu sighed deeply and turned to enter the living room, “If you want to bring her in, then do so; now that I’m back, I won’t leave again.”
[An imposter, occupying my body for so many years, only you treasure her. I remember all the moments of our time together, but I don’t want to talk about it anymore.]