The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot
Chapter 903: 702 Motherly Love, Uprising Begins! [1st Update]

Chapter 903: 702 Motherly Love, Uprising Begins! [1st Update]

Ying Zijin’s gaze paused.

She remembered this date.

It was her birth date.

Ying Zijin recalled the question Yu Xuesheng had asked her—

“Have you ever thought that Madam Su Wen might very well be your mother?”

What the answer was, she hadn’t really tried to find out.

Because sometimes hope actually represents more disappointment.

Now it seemed that Su Wen’s daughter was clearly buried deep under this land.

There really wasn’t any relationship between them.

Su Wen’s hand gently caressed the tombstone, her eyes distant, tinged with a hint of reminiscence.

After a moment, she returned to her senses, smiled slightly: “When I married your elder brother, we had already chosen this name.”

“The reason for the name Tanxin was to hope she would live her life safely, with a sincere heart, never suffering any grievances.”

Sinai was suddenly shocked: “Sister-in-law, so it was you…”

After she returned from the preparatory class at the research institute, she learned about Su Wen’s coma and the news of the infant’s early death.

She was too young at the time, the Sage Academy never considered transferring the Leaangle Family’s power to her.

Sinai didn’t know all of the details.

But now it seemed that this tombstone was clearly erected by Su Wen herself.

It was also Su Wen herself who buried her daughter here.

“Yes, I indeed had a difficult pregnancy at that time, and my vitality was greatly depleted, but it wasn’t after giving birth to Tantan that I fell into a coma,” Su Wen said softly, “it was when I discovered Tantan had already…”

She paused, her voice growing hoarse: “So I held on with my last breath to bury Tantan here, to let Tantan rest in peace.”

“To tell her, Mom is always by her side, it wasn’t intentional.”

Sinai’s fingers tightened, her eyes gradually reddening, she murmured: “Sister-in-law…”

So the anonymous message she received was actually just a prank.

Her niece did indeed die shortly after birth.

“I’m sorry.” Su Wen slowly squatted down, bowed her head to the tombstone, and choked out, “Mom… Mom didn’t protect you, let you leave this world so young.”

Clouds slowly gathered in the sky at this moment, then a torrential downpour began.

Ying Zijin stood quietly, allowing the raindrops to fall on her.

She looked at the sky in silence.

She never had a mother, nor had she experienced what maternal love was.

The year she lived with the Ying Family made her even reject the word “mother.”

It turned out there really were mothers in this world who could sacrifice everything for their children.

After a long while, Su Wen got up, dried her tears, speaking softly: “Tantan, Mom has to deal with some things first, then I’ll come to accompany you every day, okay?”

No one answered.

“Alright, Mom understands.” Su Wen’s voice was softer, “When your dad comes back, we’ll move you to a new home.”

She turned back, intending to call Sinai to leave together.

But she saw the girl, soaked from head to toe, and Su Wen’s expression changed slightly: “Why did you get caught in the rain?”

Without waiting for a response, she opened an umbrella and stepped forward to grasp the girl’s hand, her attitude firm for the first time: “Come, take a hot shower, and change clothes.”

Hearing this caring remark, Ying Zijin was slightly stunned.

By the time she returned to reality, she was already being led out of the cemetery by Su Wen.

“Little Divine Doctor, this is an automatic shower.” Su Wen led Ying Zijin into the bathroom, “It’s simple, just have a good soak, don’t catch a cold.”

Ying Zijin didn’t mention her Ancient Martial Cultivation, that the elements didn’t bother her at all.

She nodded and laughed lightly: “Madam, thank you.”

“Call me Aunt, not Madam,” Su Wen also laughed, “Go shower now, dinner will be ready once you’re done.”

Thirty minutes later.

Ying Zijin emerged in a bathrobe.

Su Wen was sitting on the sofa outside.

This was an exceptionally gentle woman, making one feel very relaxed.

“All done.” Su Wen stood up, “Your clothes were soaked, I asked the servant to clean them, come change into something new.”

Adjacent to the bedroom was a wardrobe.

It spanned hundreds of square meters.

Filled with all sorts of daily wear, gowns, and shoes.

A dazzling array, extremely luxurious.

“When I was young, I liked buying clothes.” Su Wen said softly, “After marrying into the Main House, A Yuan prepared this place for me to store clothes.”

Ying Zijin looked at the woman’s youthful, even more elegant and beautiful face: “You still look very young now.”