Chapter 35: Chapter 35 Noble Lady vs. Reborn Foster Daughter (Part 3)
Cheng Xizhi had always been studying abroad; at just seventeen years old, she had already obtained dual bachelor’s degrees.
“Second brother went to an art exhibition, what about sister?” Gu Shengyin asked.
Hearing the name Cheng Yiru, Mrs. Cheng frowned, “I don’t know what’s gotten into Yiru recently? She’s always so secretive, sometimes she doesn’t even come home at night.”
After all, she had raised this child for over ten years; Mrs. Cheng truly cared for Cheng Yiru.
Gu Shengyin thought to herself: Cheng Yiru is busy “exchanging feelings” with Yuen Hang right now, of course she has no time to come home.
Indeed, Cheng Yiru had been reborn; she was a year older than Cheng Xizhi, just turned eighteen, and had just come back to life last month.
“Xi Xi!” Just then, a voice came from behind her, and before Gu Shengyin could turn around, a big hug enveloped her.
It was second brother, Cheng Qixuan.
Unlike the reserved and steady eldest brother, Cheng Boxuan, second brother Cheng Qixuan embodied the term “passionate.” Perhaps as artists, only by maintaining such a fervent spirit could they find endless inspiration.
Gu Shengyin looked at her family with a smile, silently swearing in her heart: In this life, she absolutely would not let that woman, Cheng Yiru, ruin such a perfect family.
“Mom and Dad, I’m back.” Cheng Yiru walked in, noticing the other people in the living room.
“Big brother, second brother.” Cheng Yiru’s eyes swept over and caught sight of another person sitting on the sofa.
“Little sister, you’re back?” Cheng Yiru struggled to suppress the hatred churning inside her, and called out with a smile.
Gu Shengyin slowly turned around, and their gazes collided.
Cheng Xizhi examined Cheng Yiru: She was wearing a tight-fitting shirt, and at just eighteen, she already had impressive assets; the shirt stretched tight. Below, a pair of denim shorts perfectly showcased her long legs.
Although her looks couldn’t compare to the perfect Cheng Xizhi, they were enough to attract men.
Cheng Yiru was also examining Cheng Xizhi. Her impression of Cheng Xizhi was still based on memories from her past life, when Cheng Xizhi was married, mature, and beautiful, like a ripe and tempting peach, easily driving people mad.
At seventeen, she, compared to the memory, had some differences, her skin as clear as snow, clearly raised in a life of luxury, unburdened by toil. Cheng Yiru herself was raised in similar luxury but had never been able to maintain such delicate skin as Cheng Xizhi; it seemed, some things are truly inborn.
The current Cheng Xizhi had a hint of greenness in her expression, but her delicate features were already fully apparent, especially the proud look in her eyes, which clearly showed she was a little princess adored by all.
The thing Cheng Yiru hated most was Cheng Xizhi’s naiveté and pride; she was always , never needing to consider anything. The Cheng family protected her too well, always taking care of everything for her, allowing her to forever be a little princess in a lighthouse.
“I told the family about my return a month ago, sister, you didn’t know.” Gu Shengyin pouted unhappily, half-jokingly complaining.
Cheng Yiru smirked to herself: This past month, she had been caught up sorting through memories from her past life, with hardly enough time to remember when Cheng Xizhi was coming back.
Cheng Xizhi was like that, just a minor matter of returning to the country, and she wanted the whole family to pick her up.