Chapter 327: Chapter 327 The secret that has been hidden for over twenty years _1
It only shows how deeply Lin Xiao has hidden things.
The person he’s failed most in this lifetime is the young lady, Xiaoping.
Lu Jingyi still didn’t want to accept all this.
Why couldn’t this secret that had been hidden for more than twenty years continue to be concealed? Why did they have to tell her now?
“I don’t believe it, I don’t believe it. If mom really hated me, why would she take such excellent care of me?”
Looking at his somewhat naïve daughter, Lu Zhendong could only shake his head. Even now, did she still think that Lin Xiao treated her well?
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“Xiaojing, do you think Lin Xiao treats you well? Is it good to indulge you, to raise you to be arrogant and domineering? Xiaojing, don’t go back to the military compound for now. Daddy will arrange another place for you to live.”
As for what Lin Xiao was up to, he wanted to see what she would do next.
“Dad, Lin Xiao is my mom, she is my mom.”
A slap from Lu Zhendong struck her face.
Lu Jingyi covered her face, her expression full of disbelief. She had never been slapped before, not even once. Yet now, he hit her.
How could she not be shocked?
“Lu Jingyi, Lin Xiao is not your mother. Your mom’s name is Wan Ping, Wan Ping.”
“I know it’s hard for you to accept this truth. So, I’m giving you time to accept it. Don’t go back to the military compound for now.”
“Lin Xiao is my mother, Lin Xiao is my mother.” Her voice echoed louder with each repetition, as if trying to emphasize that Lin Xiao was her birth mother, not her stepmother.
No matter what else happened, at least in front of Lu Jingyi, Lin Xiao was a genuinely good person.
That’s why Lu Jingyi was so insistent.
As Lu Zhendong saw the mark of his hand on his daughter’s face, he no longer had the heart to hit her again. He took a deep breath and started reasoning with her, “You look like your mom. I have a photo of her. Take a look.”
Lu Zhendong turned around, took out a photo from his desk and handed it to Lu Jingyi.
His son resembled him, but his daughter looked especially like her mother, Xiaoping.
Lu Jingyi numbly accepted the photo. In the picture was a woman in a cheongsam, sporting two braids and a neat fringe. She had a smiling face with dimples. If she were to dress in the same fashion, they could be mistaken for the same person.
But this wasn’t her mother, Lin Xiao.
“Xiaojing, now do you believe me? At the time, Lin Xiao promised to take care of you, I thought she was your mother’s maid, and she and your mother had a good relationship, so I let her stay to look after you. Can you recall that when you were four years old, you had a fever, Lin Xiao rushed frantically to get help, I stood by your side, but I was set up, and that’s when Xiaoxuan happened. I had no choice but to marry her.” Over the years, he carried a lot of guilt for not looking after Xiaoping.
These were things he thought he could bury deep in his heart for a lifetime.
But when an old friend jokingly said that he had met someone who looked very much like him when he was young, out of curiosity he asked for their age, which coincidentally matched with his late son’s age.
At that time, he was ecstatic.
But when he met Xiaojun, he realized it wasn’t a joke. It was reality.
Lu Jingyi stared at the figure in the photo, not even blinking. Was this woman her mother?
Was she really Xiaojun’s biological sister? Were they siblings from the same parents?
She had no relation to Lin Xiao.
She was not Lin Xiao’s biological daughter.
Lin Xiao had kept this from her.
And yet in front of Lin Xiao, she had insulted her own biological brother by calling him a bastard.