The game's heroine has come true? The aloof school beauty is in tears.

Shang Qingya returned to her home.

It's been a long time.

The address on her ID card is where she has lived for eighteen years.

However, a wedding was being held in this old residential building.

When Shang Qingya returned, her relatives and friends simply greeted her politely.

Because Shang Qingya wasn't very close to her relatives.

No one seemed surprised by Shang Qingya's appearance, because they were unaware of the severing of ties.

Shang Yan couldn't possibly tell anyone about this; it would be too embarrassing.

So Shang Qingya returned home as usual, pushed open the door and went into her own room.

A girl, wearing glasses, about ten years old, was sitting in the room, lying on the bed playing on her phone.

It's bustling and lively outside.

She's all alone here.

"Hello there."

"Who are you?"

Shang Qingya had never met or heard of this girl, so she was clearly not a relative of the old Shang family.

"Shang Yan is my stepfather."

"oh."

Shang Qingya nodded, not surprised by this.

Legally speaking, she should have called the girl in front of her "sister".

But she just couldn't bring herself to call her "sister."

"So this is your room now?"

"Hmm." The girl with glasses nodded blankly.

Shang Qingya was at a loss for what to do.

In fact, she had already imagined this scene.

It was because of this scene that she became interested in seeing her aunt's wedding photos on WeChat Moments.

I just got home.

She thought it might be difficult to come back again in the future, so she took the opportunity to come back today to check her room and see if there was anything she hadn't taken.

But now she has no way to take anything with her.

Because the room's furnishings have all changed; the walls are covered with cartoon wallpaper, the old study desk has been replaced with a computer desk, and even the small single bed has been replaced with a wooden one.

Shang Qingya felt that the bed was probably not made of solid wood.

Even if Shang Yan changed the bed to please his new wife's new daughter.

He certainly wouldn't go to such great lengths...

But the whole room still looks brand new.

Good news! The scene that Shang Qingya dreamed of as a child has come true.

Bad news, it's changed owners.

She clearly had no way of taking anything else from the room.

"Hmm, where's the metal box that was in the closet before?"

Shang Qingya did indeed leave some things behind.

Previously, when she lived in a rented room far away, she only had one set of school uniform on her body.

When I went to university, I left the rented room directly and did not go home.

So some of her things are still in the old house.

It's not worth much, but it's a record of her life over the past eighteen years.

For example, this metal box suggests that Shang Qingya was clearly a melancholic and sentimental artistic girl during her student days.

Like many girls, she would fold paper stars and fill her tin box with her wishes and poetic phrases.

The value of this thing will only be discovered many years later.

Just like those sentimental posts you once shared on QQ Space, one day when you become wiser, you'll frantically delete those posts, glad you've removed your embarrassing past.

But years later, when you look at your empty QQ space, you will definitely regret deleting the traces of your youth years ago.

"It was taken away by my stepfather."

"it is good."

Shang Qingya went out and found Shang Yan in the master bedroom area.

It was clear that Shang Qingya had arrived late and had long missed the ceremony.

By now, Shang Yan, his new wife, and many relatives and friends had finished the ceremony and returned home to chat.

It's not just Shang Qingya who's looking for Shang Yan.

Shang Yan seems to be looking for her too.

"Daughter, why didn't you tell Dad you were coming back?"

"You didn't want me to come back."

"What are you saying? Dad's just been too busy to have a chance."

"We saw each other yesterday."

Shang Qingya met Shang Yan yesterday at Xiao Lei's house.

Shang Yan didn't say a word at that time.

"You're afraid I'll come back and cause trouble, right?"

"How could Dad be afraid of you coming back..."

Shang Yan was met with surprised looks from his relatives.

Especially under the surprised gaze of the new bride, he led Shang Qingya to the small room.

He also gestured for his stepdaughter to go out for a while.

This behavior clearly shows they're afraid of causing trouble.

"Of course you're not afraid of me. You just saw that Lu Yuan has also returned to Beihai."

"You think I'm afraid of him?" Shang Yan stood ramrod straight, glancing outside twice before straightening up even more: "Daughter, if Lu Yuan ever bullies you, just tell Dad, and I'll teach him a lesson."

"That's all you can say, just empty platitudes."

Shang Qingya had no interest in giving Shang Yan those polite words; she had heard them too many times since she was a child.

She reached for two things: "Where did the metal box in my room go?"

"Dad thought it was useless and threw it away."

"it is good."

Shang Qingya's expression didn't reveal much. She took a deep breath and said again:

"Let's get some proof and legally sever our father-daughter relationship."

"Ya Ya, why do this?"

"It must be done."

If it were a year ago, when faced with this mess at home, Shang Qingya would probably have hidden in a corner and secretly felt sad.

But a year later, she was able to control her emotions well and make relatively rational decisions.

"You dare not sever ties because I am your only biological daughter. You are afraid that if your new daughter-in-law leaves you when you get old, there will be no one to take care of you in your old age. You can sue me for child support then."

"Dad isn't that kind of person."

"You're that kind of person."

Shang Qingya's attitude was very firm; now even her room is gone.

She has given up all hope.

"Dad disagrees."

You must agree.

"Your daughter doesn't recognize her father, and you still have the nerve to complain?"

Shang Yan didn't care about anything else and took the initiative to push open the door and start shouting loudly at his relatives.

He kept saying that his daughter wanted to sever ties with him.

"Ya Ya, don't be impulsive. No matter how bad your dad is, he's still your dad."

"How come this is your home too?"

"If you don't want this family, where will you go?"

Naturally, the relatives would oppose such a proposal.

And their opinions were highly unified.

"Ya Ya, you're not married yet? You need to have a family."

The living room was divided into several groups of people, each with their own version of events.

Shang Yan, hiding behind them, added fuel to the fire, while the new bride and stepdaughter watched coldly from the sidelines.

Loud noises are intimidating.

Shang Qingya leaned against the door of her room, unable to win an argument or convince anyone.

Isolated and helpless.

But then her ears twitched, and she suddenly heard a sound outside the room window.

A male voice said a sentence, which contained two words.

"It's a long way."

Shang Qingya ran back to her room, leaned against the window, and looked down from the second floor.

Lu Yuan was standing at the entrance of the apartment building, giving out money as a gift.

Because Shang Yan uses the old-fashioned method of distributing and receiving monetary gifts, he sets up a small table at the entrance to give money and write down the gift list.

The person giving money as a gift should tell the person who wrote the gift list their name.

The person writing the gift list will loudly call out the names and the amount of money to be given.

"It's a long way, five hundred."

The loud shout clearly had a certain penetrating power.

It at least pierced Shang Yan's eardrum.

"Daughter, I promise you, you won't let Lu Yuan come up."

But Shang Yan had clearly finished speaking.

For a delivery driver, going up to the second floor only takes a few seconds.

Lu Yuan was already standing at the door, giving him a congratulatory gesture.

"Happy wedding, father-in-law."