“This scenery might be considered beautiful in Taiwan, but it’s nothing special. You must have been to Hong Kong, right? Taking a night cruise on Victoria Harbour – now that’s truly a spectacular view,” Mu Yun said.
Shao Yihe listened to his words with extraordinary envy. From childhood to adulthood, she had never stepped out of the country. Her uncle, who was supposed to treat her “as his own,” had never thought to include her when traveling abroad with his wife and cousin.
No! Perhaps her uncle had thought about it, but was constrained by the pressure from his wife and cousin, and thus dared not mention it.
In any case, every time her uncle’s family traveled abroad – to Japan, the United States, Europe, Australia, and of course Hong Kong – she was left to house-sit. Honestly, she wasn’t angry or resentful because she had long understood that she was different from her cousin Yalan.
She was never a part of her uncle’s family – never!
“You’ve never been to Hong Kong? Why?” Mu Yun was surprised, because although Shao Yihe wasn’t Shao Wende’s biological daughter, the Shao family’s assets were substantial, and sending her on a few international trips wouldn’t cost much.
“Well, there are certain reasons why I’ve never left the country,” she replied, not wanting to elaborate further, as that would mean criticizing her uncle’s family, which she didn’t want to do.
Her uncle was still the person who raised her, and despite any unpleasantness during her upbringing, she didn’t want to speak ill of him behind his back.
Though she didn’t explain the reason, the sadness on her face seemed to reveal that Shao Wende didn’t truly view her as his own daughter.
Mu Yun’s heart inexplicably tightened, and he spontaneously said, “I’m quite familiar with Hong Kong. If the opportunity arises, I can take you there.”
“Really?” Shao Yihe’s eyes immediately brightened, revealing a joyful smile – a pure, delightful smile that was remarkably similar to Jian Enen’s.
He would often inadvertently overlap her image with Jian Enen’s.
However, he knew better than anyone that this Shao Yihe, who resembled Enen, was merely a gold-digging woman. She was not Jian Enen, and he even felt that comparing her name to Enen’s would be an insult.
