Chapter 172 - 172 172 Upgrade; Chaotic Memories

172: Chapter 172 Upgrade; Chaotic Memories 172: Chapter 172 Upgrade; Chaotic Memories Tang Yun listened and sighed softly, remaining silent.

Mentioning Gu Bo, Yue Lan pouted and said, “What is Gu Bo thinking?

He doesn’t even like such a good daughter.

I can understand if he doesn’t like Yue Girl because she might not be his own blood, but Qi Girl is his biological daughter, isn’t she?

How can he not like her, too?”

Yue Lan always had an opinion about Gu Bo.

When Tang Yun first arrived at Yueqi Village and found out she was still pregnant.

Fearing the people from Yun Jhin would find out, Tang Yun urgently needed a new identity, and her unborn child needed a father in name.

It was at this time she met Gu Bo.

Gu Bo’s family relations were simple, he was completely paralyzed and needed someone to take care of him and his two children, while Tang Yun, needed a new identity.

So, they agreed on a five-year contract.

If Yue Lan had known earlier, she would definitely have stopped Tang Yun, but by the time she found out, it was already too late; Gu Bo and Tang Yun had long settled on their five-year agreement.

Everyone thought that Tang Yun was so in love with Gu Bo that she would marry him even though he was paralyzed, to take care of him and help him raise his children.

Only Yue Lan knew that the two had no affection for each other, that it was all just a transaction.

When Yue Lan brought up Gu Bo, the smile on Tang Yun’s face faded slightly, and a trace of sorrow tinged her brows, “It’s not only that he doesn’t like Qi Girl; he doesn’t seem to like his son either.

You tell me, they are obviously family, how did it come to this?”

If Gu Bo favored sons over daughters, he should like Gu Chengan, but he doesn’t like his daughter, nor his son.

However, he does seem to prefer Gu Chengcheng a bit more.

When Gu Chengan went to see him, he wouldn’t even acknowledge him.

When Chengcheng went to see him, he would be all smiles and kindness.

If Tang Yun hadn’t been certain that she had never whispered anything into Gu Bo’s ear, she would start to think that maybe she, as their stepmother, was the one driving a wedge between the father and his children.

“I don’t know whether to call him pitiful or despicable.

You’d think that someone on the verge of death would be…”

Yue Lan didn’t finish her sentence, leaving only sighs behind.

**

Meanwhile, Gu Yuluo and Gu Zhiqi had returned to the Gu Family courtyard.

The moment they stepped into the living room, the infantile voice of Chubby Chiu echoed in their minds.

“Ding~ Your Spirit Pet has finished upgrading!”

Accompanying Chubby Chiu’s voice in Gu Zhiqi’s mind, fragmented pieces of memory surfaced.

“Qiqi, this is Yueyue; from now on, she will be your sister.”

“A cuckoo in the nest, just a fake.

Now that the real daughter has returned, what are you still doing in the Gu Family?”

“Gu Zhiqi, all the hardships Yueyue went through should have been yours; you have no right to say she took what belongs to you.”

“Mom said as long as you’re willing, you’ll always be a child of the Gu Family, but what have you done?”

“How did dad teach you, you…

have disappointed dad so much.”

“You bitch, if you dare touch my big brother again, I’ll send you to dig in the F State coal mines.”

The jumbled, disorderly words and the vague, intermittent shadows composed a chaotic tapestry of memories, as if shards were flitting through Gu Zhiqi’s mind—some clear, others blurry, moving fast at one moment and slow the next.

Scattered memories raced through his brain, suddenly adding a new layer; Gu Zhiqi felt a wave of dizziness, staggering slightly and instinctively reached out to steady himself against the doorframe.

Gu Yuluo immediately noticed her abnormality and reached out to support her, “What’s wrong…

Ow~ It hurts!”

As soon as she touched Gu Zhiqi, her arm was seized, and she was pinned against the door, Gu Yuluo wailing in pain.

Looking at the person she had captured, Gu Zhiqi was silent for a couple of seconds before releasing her, speaking with a hint of disgust, “Don’t touch me.”

Her voice sounded off, lazily laced with a touch of weakness.