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The Return of the Heiress: A Game of Solitude and Power
墨書 Inktalez
My name is Gu Qing.
At the age of 22, someone told me that I was the long-lost daughter of the Meng Family.
I was supposed to break free from my impoverished and simple life and go to the world where I truly belonged.
My adoptive parents were an ordinary couple. They worked hard for half their lives, raising me from a swaddled infant into a well-mannered young woman.
To be honest, they treated me as their own and never did anything to wrong me.
But I still had to leave them.
I clenched the hem of my clothes and ultimately did not look back.
After all, it was that man who came to find me, promising to take me back to the Meng Family, who offered me...
The shares of the entire Meng Family, endless wealth and power.
I was arranged to embark on the journey back to the Meng Family.
Along the way, I felt a mix of anxiety and anticipation, imagining the scene of reuniting with my long-lost parents.
I thought they would surely shed tears of joy and embrace me tightly, telling me how much they missed me and how much they cared for me.
But what awaited me were only a few indifferent and unfamiliar faces.
"How did we end up with such a bumpkin? Is this some kind of scam for money?"
"She looks decent enough, but she has no grace at all."
"Hey, look at her clothes. Where did she pick up that rag?"
I lowered my head, looking at the faded jeans I was wearing and the somewhat worn travel bag behind me, feeling a bit flushed on my face.
It was only at this moment that I realized that my so-called return to the family was not what I had imagined at all.
They looked down from their high perch, silently scrutinizing me as if I were just a passerby unrelated to them.
This was the first time I saw the Meng Family estate, astonishingly large and opulent, a level of luxury I had never encountered in my life.
Yet, I felt something was missing.
It was the warmth of humanity.
There was no warmth here, no sense of home.
When I first met Meng Xue, she wore an incredibly bright smile, but the subtle hostility in her eyes was impossible to hide.
"Hello there, newcomer."
My brother, Meng Jie, tall and thin, dressed in an expensive tailored suit, looked at me with disdain and contempt.
"Hmph, a country bumpkin."
My heart sank little by little.
It felt like a butterfly that had mistakenly flown into a deep pool, struggling in vain, alone and without support.
This was my first day back at the Meng Family.
That night, I was assigned to a guest room.
Everything in the room was luxurious but covered in dust, as if it had long been forgotten by someone.
When my father, Meng Zhengting, saw me, he merely glanced up for a moment before lowering his head again to continue dealing with his business.
He didn't even say a word to me.
My biological father, meeting his long-lost daughter for the first time, was so indifferent.
It was as if the person in front of him was not his long-lost daughter, but a stranger.
"You came back at the wrong time. Your mother is sick and resting upstairs. You can visit her another day."
I nodded blankly, looking at this unfamiliar father, unsure of what to say.
"Let's leave it at that for now. You just got back, so stay in the guest room. After a while, I’ll buy you a house, and then you can move there."
Meng Zhengting's tone was very dismissive; he was clearly trying to brush me off.
I remained silent for a moment and quietly said okay.
I knew I couldn't raise any objections at this moment because I was an outsider.
Yes, although I share the Meng Family bloodline, I am undeniably an outsider.
I wanted to say something.
After all, he is my father, and his blood flows through my veins.
Even though over twenty years without any connection had turned us into complete strangers.
I didn't even know how to interact with him.
"You’re busy; I won’t disturb you any longer."
I tactfully stepped out.
In the evening, the Meng Family held a banquet for me. Everyone from the Meng Family attended, dressed elegantly, exuding an air of high society with every gesture.
They chatted and laughed, and no one noticed my presence in the corner.
This banquet named after me had nothing to do with me at all.
Forced into their world yet intentionally or unintentionally excluded, even at the dining table, my seat was arranged at the very end, far from the main seat.
I watched as the "sick" Madam Meng approached me with a glass of champagne, smiling.
"You must be Gu Qing, right?"
I stood up awkwardly and replied with a soft "yes."
She smiled gently, but a hint of disdain flashed in her eyes.
"Oh my, you are truly beautiful; no wonder you are Zhengting's daughter."
She turned around with a smile and introduced me to the relatives of the Meng Family.
"You may not know this, but this is Gu Qing, our Zhengting's long-lost biological daughter."
Everyone exchanged glances, their expressions somewhat awkward.
I stood there, feeling like an outsider, chained and waiting for the audience's judgment.
But they did not.
They smiled dismissively as if I were merely a farce, not worth their attention at all.
Meng Xue descended gracefully from upstairs in a pure white gown.
Like a noble princess descending to the mortal realm, she instantly captured everyone's attention.
"Miss Meng is becoming more and more beautiful!"
"Miss Meng is truly talented and beautiful!"
"Miss Meng..."
Everyone gathered around, speaking flattering words.
Meng Xue smiled and nodded, exuding the elegance of a socialite in her every gesture.
Meng Xue nestled in Madam Meng's embrace, smiling gently and appropriately.
"Mom, didn't Dad say that my sister has been out in the world for so many years? She must have suffered quite a bit."
She blinked her eyes, looking harmless.
"I think she might not be used to a family like ours."
Her voice was sweet, and her smile beautiful, but I felt no warmth at all.
I knew that everyone in this family regarded me as a malicious intruder.
Their eyes were filled with scrutiny and suspicion, accompanied by unabashed disdain.
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