Rufeng listened silently to the woman’s rambling. The woman’s features resembled Qiu Rufeng’s, with traces of her former beauty still visible. Acquainted with Rufeng’s coldness, she brought water for her to wash her face and feet before they each went to sleep.
Rufeng lay in bed, sighing lightly. Too much had happened today. In the darkness, she gently touched her delicate face, realizing it didn’t belong to her. “Qiu Rufeng, are you dead? Killed by my second brother?” She closed her eyes and pulled the blanket higher.
“Xiao Feng!” the woman said from beside the bed, likely hearing her movement, “Don’t provoke Qiu Chi anymore. He won’t like you.”
Qiu Chi? Rufeng blinked under the blanket. The woman sighed, “It’s all Mommy’s fault. I shouldn’t have been with Qiu Shao… Who would have known that Qiu’s wife would appear at that moment? Qiu Chi will never forgive me.”
If not for me, how would his mother have died? You’re my daughter, so of course he’ll hate you too. And since you’re not related by blood, if you keep provoking him, he won’t let you off. Be good, okay?”
Seeming to understand yet confused, she asked, “Why the surname Qiu?”
“Xiao Feng, you’re finally talking to Mommy! You haven’t said a word to me in five years!” The woman was clearly excited.
It turned out that the autumn boss had used connections to transfer her household registration to this big city, allowing her to attend a key school, while changing her name for convenience.
As the wind wondered, “Can I change back to my original surname?”
The woman was stunned. “Do you want to take back my surname?”
“Didn’t you say taking my surname would make classmates mock you as an illegitimate child?”
As the wind realized, Qiu Ruofeng’s mother was not only a mistress, but also her only child’s paternity was unknown.
She rolled her eyes; it seemed the heavens were not letting her off easily.
Waking up in the morning, Ruofeng touched her face, finding it wet with tears.
