Chapter 463: Chapter 463 - 463: Is This My Beautiful Mother?

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“At first glance, I thought it was me.”

Rong Qi beside Sheng Jian opened her eyes at some unknown point and straightened her posture. She glanced at his smartphone, her voice icy.

“Mmm. You do look alike. When you’re cold, it’s as if the whole world owes you something.” Sheng Jian chuckled.

Rong Qi scoffed softly. “So this is my beautiful mother?”

Sheng Jian nodded. “Yes, it’s Jing.”

Rong Qi lowered her eyes. “Not quite the same. I wouldn’t wear such bizarre earrings.”

The woman in the photo sported a dazzling diamond earring in her left ear, unmistakably nonconformist. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Sheng Jian defended the choice. “It’s simply a matter of the times being different. Those earrings are beautiful! You wouldn’t understand; I scoured the entirety of Leucia and Ferica to find them for her, as a gift of my affection.”

“So your declaration of love failed.” Rong Qi poured cold water on the matter.

Sheng Jian softly clicked his tongue. “I met her too late; she was already married to that wretch Rong Tianshi.”

Then Sheng Jian sighed quietly. “Those earrings are worth eight hundred million. She wore them wherever she went. She said they were the most expensive thing she owned.”

Rong Qi was silent, her gaze falling to her own bracelet, worth twelve hundred million. She thought to herself, ‘So this is how the wealthy give gifts.’

Sheng Jian flipped through his phone and asked, “You’ve never seen photos of your mother?”

“No. I’m not interested,” Rong Qi replied, her icy demeanor returning.

Growing up in the countryside, Rong Qi’s grandfather never spoke of Chu Jing, his so-called disobedient daughter. There were no photos, only a life entangled in his pharmacy.

Upon joining the Rong family, Rong Qi found that the household was now under the management of Wang Qing, the new mistress. There was no trace of her mother anywhere.

Rong Qi had never made an effort to look for photos and had pieced together an image of her mother from hearsay and her own imagination. She knew her mother was beautiful, but she hadn’t expected them to look so similar.

“I have a few photos of her,” Sheng Jian proffered his phone like a treasure. “She didn’t like taking photos, so these were taken covertly.”

“This one is from when she was in the lab. So focused.”

“This one, when she was ‘torturing’ me with her culinary skills. Also… very focused.”

“And this one is…”

“Wait, torturing?” Rong Qi frowned.

Sheng Jian was sheepish. “You may not know this, but your mother was terrible at cooking. After her separation from Rong Tianshi, she went online to search for possible reasons for their split. She came across advice about how she lost him because she couldn’t hold on to his stomach. So she took up cooking. Every day she would make something new for me, but honestly, it tasted awful. It was like she was dedicated to her role as a torturer.”

As Sheng Jian spoke, there was an unmistakable sense of happiness in his tone. The atmosphere was so sweet that it nearly suffocated Rong Qi. She looked through the photos and finally commented, “How does it feel to be a sycophant? Aren’t other women attractive?”

To Rong Qi, there was no reason for anyone to degrade themselves in matters of love. If one loved or didn’t love someone, one shouldn’t just latch on to a single person.

Sheng Jian looked at her and said, “You don’t get it. Would you change your man?”

Rong Qi remained silent. She thought if her love was unrequited, she’d have left the capital city long ago, rather than clinging to Ye Nanshen.

However, Rong Qi was lucky—the man she loved, loved her in return.

Sheng Jian lamented, “I don’t know where I went wrong? What’s so good about Rong Tianshi? After all these years, I still can’t figure it out.”

“Neither can I,” said Rong Qi, for once not throwing cold water on the situation, but rather agreeing..