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Chapter 4 Scumbag and bitch
"That bastard Zhao Yuan, why didn't he think of letting Xiaoying participate in the competition herself to get extra points on her college entrance exam? And that Zhao Tang, if you can't draw, don't participate in any competitions. Why should my daughter help her cheat? If you don't have the skills, don't take on the job. If you get caught, my daughter will be implicated."

Su Qian knew that her daughter Xiao Ying must have inherited her talent for painting. As for Zhao Yuan and Lin Yin, neither of them had any painting ability, so their daughter Zhao Tang naturally didn't have that talent either.

Sasha was furious and stomped her feet beside her, saying, "That's right, that's right, Zhao Yuan is such a bastard, his heart is completely biased."

Xu Qingling looked at the video, her brows furrowing slightly. She was clearly displeased with Zhao Yuan's behavior, but she didn't say anything.

Sasha suddenly gasped, covering her mouth, "Su Qian! Come quick, is that you?!"

Su Qian quickly snapped out of her daze. She saw Xiao Ying open the cookie box and slowly take out a photo. If you looked closely, you could see that one corner of the photo had been burned.

When Zhao Lanlan picked up the photo, Su Qian froze, murmuring, "Yes, that's me..."

Zhao Lanlan carefully picked up the old photo. The photo clearly showed Su Qian and Zhao Yuan in their youth, posing together under the cherry blossom tree at school.

The two snuggled together intimately, their eyes filled with love for each other.

The two of them took countless photos together under the cherry blossom tree at school.

Zhao Lanlan gently stroked Su Qian's face with her fingertips.

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A tear silently slid down onto it.

"Mom..." Zhao Lanlan's voice was choked with sobs, "Mom, I miss you so much, please, take me with you."

Drip, drip... Tears fell like raindrops onto the photograph.

Seeing this scene, Su Qian felt a sudden pang of pain in her heart, as if she were a mother and daughter connected by a deep bond, and tears of blood could no longer be stopped.

“Xiaoying, Mommy’s Xiaoying…” Su Qian turned to Xu Qingling excitedly, “Director, look, my daughter remembers me, she remembers me, she knows I’m her mother, she knows…”

After saying that, she floated in front of the image and wiped away Zhao Lanlan's tears while crying.

As if by telepathy, Zhao Lanlan's sobbing gradually stopped. She took out a tissue and carefully wiped away the tears on the photo. This was a photo of her mother that she had managed to keep with great difficulty, and she couldn't let it get dirty.

She clearly remembers seeing her father secretly burning things as soon as she got home from school when she was nine years old.

As her father finished burning the things and left, she peeked out of curiosity.

All that remained was this one photo, with a corner burned off.

As if possessed, Zhao Lanlan reached out and took out the photo of the man and woman embracing, then hid it.

She felt she resembled the beautiful woman in the photo, so she began to investigate.

She eventually learned that the man in the photo was her father, and the beautiful woman next to him was her biological mother, Su Qian.

But no one in her family had told her any of this.

After looking at the photos for an unknown amount of time, Zhao Lanlan slowly put them down and then took out a newspaper from the biscuit box.

The newspaper was wrinkled and yellowed, and its publication date was clearly the day Su Qian died 17 years ago.

On the front page of the newspaper, a news headline is clearly visible.

"Due to an intern's operational error, a pregnant woman surnamed Su in HA City died from postpartum hemorrhage after giving birth to a daughter!"

This news made the front page of the local newspaper in HA City, which shows how significant the incident was. The entire newspaper criticized the intern who made the mistake and the hospital, and lamented the tragic fate of the pregnant woman and the newborn girl.

The newspaper included a photograph of a person lying in a hospital bed, but the person was covered by a white cloth that was half-stained with blood, leaving no trace of blood.

The blood on the white cloth stung Zhao Lanlan's eyes.

She knew that the pregnant woman lying there, who had died from massive bleeding, was her biological mother.

She spoke haltingly, her voice very soft, "Mom, you didn't have to die. If that intern hadn't made that mistake, I would be so happy if you were here..."

Su Qian, who already felt sorry for the child, shattered instantly upon hearing these words.

With red eyes, she ran to the wall and banged her head against it frantically, wishing she could take her daughter's place and bear it all.

The scene shifts to Zhao Lanlan sketching with her classmates and teachers.

She had just finished drawing when a woman with an excited tone called out to her, "Are you Zhao Ying? Is your mother named Su Qian, and your father named Zhao Yuan?"

At the time, she didn't know the truth and solemnly explained, "My father is Zhao Yuan, but my mother's name is Lin Yin, and my name is not Zhao Ying, but Zhao Lanlan."

"No! You and your mother are cut from the same cloth. Your mother is Su Qian, and you are Zhao Ying, Xiao Ying. Anyone can forget Qianqian, but you can't. Your mother is a victim because of you..."

She was Zhou Min, Su Qian's best friend. She took out the newspaper from the day Su Qian had the accident from her bag and explained Su Qian's story to Zhao Lanlan.

She carried this newspaper with her at all times, just to remember Su Qian.

After hearing the story, Zhao Lanlan cried uncontrollably. No wonder she instinctively hid the photo when she first saw it, no wonder some of her father's friends subconsciously called her Xiaoying, no wonder she always felt like there was a chasm between her and Lin Yin...

Zhou Min coaxed Zhao Lanlan to get up and said, "Xiao Ying, do you want to come with me to pay respects to your mother? That bastard Zhao Yuan has never come to sweep your mother's grave in the past sixteen years, except for the first year when he paid respects to her."

"Thank you, Aunt Zhou. I want to go see my mother..."

That day, she went to pay her respects to Su Qian and kowtowed three times.

She looked at the small grave and couldn't believe that her mother lived inside.

"Qianqian died too young, so she wasn't buried in the Zhao family's ancestral grave. But it's probably for the best. Your mother can remarry a good man in the underworld, and she won't feel unlucky..."

Zhou Min talked to Zhao Lanlan for a long time and stayed with her until dark before they went down the mountain.

The scene shifts, and Zhao Lanlan has already put all the newspaper photos back in their places.

She opened her schoolbag and took out a bunch of cherry blossoms.

Upon closer inspection, you can see that these are artificial flowers outlined with lines.

The bouquet has 24 flowers, which represents her longing for her mother.

Ever since she met Zhou Min that year, Zhao Lanlan has gone to pay her respects every year on the anniversary of Su Qian's death.

Tomorrow is the anniversary of my mother's death.

Just then, Zhao Lanlan's room door suddenly opened, and Zhao Yuan walked in. "Lanlan, you stay home and draw for a while. Your mother and I are taking Xiaotang to the movies."

(End of this chapter)