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For three years, she had been busy working hard and taking care of Ning Yichen. She neither had extra money to buy nice clothes nor time to dress herself up. Compared to the radiant and glamorous Su Lianxi, Ning Yichen was indeed more likely to fall in love with Su Lianxi.
But so what.
Perhaps Ning Yichen would never fall in love with her, but if Su Lianxi hadnât stolen the credit, Ning Yichen would never have given Su Lianxi a second glance.
Just like he did with her now.
Thinking of this, Su Zixi smiled faintly: âIs that so? Even if Ning Yichen knows that youâre not the one who took care of him, he would still marry you, right?â
Hearing this, Su Lianxiâs expression slightly changed.
But soon, she smiled brightly again, âIt doesnât matter. After all, he wonât know. Even if you tell him everything now, he wonât believe you.â
Su Zixi clenched her fists secretly.
âSu Lianxi, you won, after all, one who is shameless is invincible.â She laughed self-deprecatingly, âGo back and tell father that I will never return. From now on, whether I live or die has nothing to do with him!â
After saying that, Su Zixi turned and walked away.
âSister.â Su Lianxiâs voice called out again, âDonât you want to know where your motherâs ashes are after cremation?â
Su Zixiâs steps suddenly halted, she turned and glared at her angrily: âSu Lianxi, what are you trying to do!â
âI know youâve been looking for your motherâs ashes. Coincidentally, I know where they are. So, I want to make a deal with you, sister.â Su Lianxi smiled confidently, âThere are too many people here, how about we discuss this somewhere else?â
Su Zixi stared at her expressionlessly for a long time.
Eventually, she softly spat out one word: âFine.â
â¦
Su Lianxi chose a tea restaurant near Yanzhou University.
After sitting down, Su Lianxi leisurely flipped through the menu, âSister, I heard the food here is quite good. Let me treat you to lunch today.â
âNo need!â Su Zixi had no patience to tangle with her, âWhere are my motherâs ashes?â
Su Zixiâs memories of her mother were already very vague. After all, her mother died when she was only three years old. But Su Zixi still remembered her motherâs warm palms and gentle smile.
In her mind, her mother was synonymous with warmth and safety.
Unfortunately, her mother wasnât in good health from the start. She wasnât supposed to get pregnant, but she forced herself to carry the pregnancy for Su Guoâan. Who knew that while still pregnant, Su Guoâan had already cheated with Lin Shuyue.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Otherwise, how could Su Lianxi be only a year younger than her.
Not long after she was born, her mother discovered Su Guoâanâs affair. Her already weakened body deteriorated day by day until she finally passed away on her sickbed when Su Zixi was three years old.
Su Zixi still remembered crying for a very long time that day. Even though she was so young and didnât understand much, she knew that once her mother died, no one would love her anymore.
After her mother was cremated, people told her that the urn held her motherâs ashes, so she clung to it, refusing to let go. But one day, she woke up and it was gone. She cried and begged Su Guoâan, but he impatiently told her he didnât know. But Su Zixi believed that someone had hidden the urn, so she never gave up searching.
Whether Su Lianxi really knew or was just using this as an excuse to lure her out, she had to try.