coobybook Chapter 4 Vicious Fake Gold 3
Chapter 4 Vicious Fake Gold 3
"Stop admiring yourself, the next task is about to begin." The system couldn't stand it anymore and directly reminded you.
It knew exactly what kind of person its host was. Obtaining a malice value was indeed the most suitable thing for her. It's a pity that its function of detecting malice values is not yet fully complete, otherwise Qingyu's malice value would definitely be full!
The system looked at the maids' happy expressions and wondered uncertainly.
"What mission? Tell me." Qingyu slowly got up and began to wash and dress under the care of Fuqin.
“The real daughter has been brought back. In a little while, you’re going to make a huge scene and refuse to let her in, to make her seem pitiful.”
"So fast?" Qingyu raised an eyebrow slightly, then smiled as if she had thought of something. "Could it be that the real daughter was already outside the manor yesterday?"
The system remained silent, then said helplessly, "Haven't you already seen the plot? This is normal for her."
"Really?" Qingyu smiled, puzzled.
Before half an hour had passed, an unfamiliar maidservant came to urge her to come, but before she could speak, Qingyu opened the door.
Today she was dressed in luxurious clothes, but she did not look old-fashioned. On the contrary, she looked very noble. The maid was surprised for a moment and immediately bowed and said, "Miss, Madam and the others are waiting for you in the front hall."
Qingyu nodded slightly and walked towards the hall with a normal expression.
lobby.
Compared to yesterday's quietness, today feels more awkward.
Ji's mother and father sat in high positions, glancing at the expressionless girl from time to time, their feelings quite complicated.
Mrs. Ji was even more surprised that Mr. Ji acted so quickly; he had said it yesterday, and today he had arrived.
She had thought her daughter would be as coarse and uncouth as an ordinary peasant woman, but to her surprise, apart from her somewhat rough appearance, she possessed the composure and elegance of a young lady from a prominent family.
She entered with neither servility nor arrogance, and her bows were impeccable, leaving no room for criticism. This almost made Ji's mother think that her daughter had been raised in a wealthy family rather than a peasant family.
"Mother, why isn't my sister here yet? She finally came back today, and she's taking so long!" Ji Qingbao couldn't help but complain, feeling indignant on behalf of Song Qingwei.
Song Qingwei was his real biological sister. For some reason, Ji Qingbao felt a great liking for her the first time he saw her.
He felt that this must be the blood ties between biological siblings!
As soon as he finished speaking, Song Qingwei burst into laughter.
She resembled her mother by about 70%, possessing a dignified and elegant appearance. Although she had a good temperament, her complexion and skin were not as delicate as those of a pampered young lady due to her rural upbringing. However, her smile was as warm as spring, instantly warming one's heart.
She spoke calmly and peacefully, "It's alright. I'm usually doing farm work at this time of year, so it's good that I have time to rest now."
"Are you—my brother?"
The girl, who had been calm, suddenly became uncertain in her tone and looked somewhat bewildered, which made Ji Qingbao feel inexplicably uncomfortable. He quickly nodded and said, "I am Ji Qingbao, your own brother, Sister Qingwei. Don't be afraid, this is your home."
Father Ji, who had been silent for a long time, nodded with rare satisfaction and said to Song Qingwei, "Qingyu has been spoiled by us. Don't mind her. I'll talk to her about it later."
"What do you mean she's spoiled? It's clearly because we didn't explain to Qingyu that it's normal for her not to be up at this hour." Madam Ji couldn't help but defend Qingyu.
As soon as he finished speaking, he noticed that Song Qingwei's smile gradually disappeared, and a trace of resentment flashed in her eyes.
Ji's mother opened her mouth, realizing that she might have hurt Song Qingwei's feelings. She felt a little bitter, but nothing else.
This scene, as seen by Song Qingwei, felt even more mocking.
Just as in her dream, her biological mother only liked the fake one.
Overwhelmed with disappointment and sadness, Song Qingwei didn't bother to speak again.
Thinking about what might happen in a moment, she immediately composed herself and sat up straight.
A moment later, there was a noise at the door.
Song Qingwei's breath hitched, and she instinctively sat up straight and looked up.
Although she couldn't see the fake's face in the dream, she had now learned etiquette in advance and would certainly not make the same mistake as in the dream!
However, when she saw the girl enter, Song Qingwei was ultimately dazzled.
She had never seen such a beautiful girl, as delicate as a flower, like the moon she saw at the village entrance at night, high above, pure and flawless, unattainable.
She must have dressed up in her finest attire today. The luxurious clothes softened her delicate features and added a touch of nobility. Her eyebrows were like distant mountains, and her black hair was smooth and silky. Even though she was walking normally, she looked graceful and charming, like a peach blossom blooming in winter, beautiful and captivating.
The sight left everyone speechless for a long time.
Qingyu glanced around casually, and when she caught sight of the woman sitting upright, she knew that it was the real heiress, Song Qingwei.
Her eyes flickered slightly, and she asked seemingly unintentionally, "Mother, how come there's a younger sister? Is she a distant relative of yours?"
As she spoke, she approached Song Qingwei with a smile. The latter snapped out of her daze, tensed up, her mind went blank, and she could only stare intently into the eyes of the person in front of her, her heart pounding wildly.
"Why are you so nervous? Is your sister from the countryside? She definitely looks like she's covered in mud."
After saying that, Qingyu smiled mockingly, her eyes filled with undisguised contempt.
Upon seeing this, everyone else frowned in unison, and even Ji's mother felt it was inappropriate. Before Ji's father could scold her, she pulled Qingyu away.
"Qingyu! Don't talk nonsense! This is... this is Qingwei, she..."
Mrs. Ji suddenly found it difficult to speak, but Mr. Ji said in a deep voice, "She is my biological daughter, Qingyu. You two should get along well!"
In an instant, the color drained from Qingyu's face. She bit her lip tightly, her eyes filled with resentment. She pouted and pleaded with her mother, "Mother, I told you I didn't want her to come back! Are you being biased and not wanting me anymore? Sure enough, the biological children are better than me, aren't they?"
"Then I'll leave!"
Then she suddenly turned around, tears welling up in her eyes, and was about to leave.
"Don't go!" A hurried voice rang out first. Qingyu froze, frowned, and turned to look. "What do you mean? If I'm not leaving, then you go!"
The one who just spoke was Song Qingwei. At this moment, she felt a little uncomfortable facing Qingyu's difficult behavior.
What hurts is that she really doesn't deserve to stand beside this person, nor does she want him to leave.
“I am indeed a country girl, unlike you… You are so wonderful, you don’t have to leave. I am willing to get along well with you.” Song Qingwei looked at Qingyu sincerely. She felt that she was a little confused. How could she agree to let someone who had taken her place stay?
But she couldn't bring herself to let the bright moon fall into the mud.
The bright moon should stay in the sky!
Everyone was shocked by Song Qingwei's words, followed by a mix of heartache and relief.
After the unexpected turn of events, Ji's mother felt a rare pang of guilt. She hadn't expected her daughter to be so sensible; it seemed she had been too prejudiced before.
"Then do I have two older sisters? That's great!" Ji Qingbao cheered, her cheerful tone easing the tension considerably.
Only Qingyu suspected that the female lead might have something wrong with her head.
Or is he a masochist?
However, she didn't care and continued to sneer as if she were doing whatever she wanted.