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Until their second daughter was born.
She saw how the Foster Parents doted on the children and finally understood that not being loved meant just that—there were no excuses. After realizing this, she rarely returned home because there was no one to welcome her there. Although the Foster Parents still demanded money from her, most of the funds for their property back home came from Jiang Mingyue. No wonder she had been driven nearly to madness during that time.
I felt a surge of anger: "Your Foster Parents are too much. Did they know all along that you weren't their biological child? How could they treat a child like this?"
"It's okay, I'm here now. I will cherish you," I said softly, gently stroking her long hair.
Suddenly, she threw herself into my arms, burying her face in my neck and letting out a deep sigh. "You said so, Song."
Meanwhile, Lin Ziping held Zhou Shiwan's hand, wandering aimlessly down the street.
"Let's find a place to eat," she suggested.
She had always spent money lavishly, but now only had a few thousand yuan left in her WeChat wallet, and her usual credit cards had been suspended. After much hesitation, she decided to go to a small roadside restaurant.
Lin Ziping frowned. "I can't eat in places like this."
"Then where do you want to go?"
"To that seafood restaurant you mentioned last time."
In the past, she would have agreed without hesitation, but now her financial situation was drastically different. Just thinking about returning to that cramped little room made her feel suffocated, a stark contrast to her previous life.
"I'm a bit tight on cash right now. I promise I'll take you there another day, okay?"
Lin Ziping had been silent for a long time when he suddenly received a phone call.
He said, "My dad just called me back home for dinner, so I won't be able to stay with you."
"Do you need me to give you a ride?"
"Your car has been taken away; what would you use to drive me?"
"I can call a taxi for you."
She couldn't shake the feeling that Lin Ziping's tone had been somewhat stiff, which made her inexplicably uneasy.
She hugged Lin Ziping tightly. "Zi Ping, you're all I have left now. You won't leave me, will you? Once I transfer my household registration back, we can get married, okay?"
Lin Ziping didn't return her embrace right away. After a long pause, he said, "Wan Wan, I want to ask you, are you really ready for marriage now?"
He continued, "I'm already twenty-five; I'm at the right age for marriage."
"I'm not talking about age; I'm asking if you have a stable job and place to live. Can you afford even the basic wedding expenses?"
"Zi Ping, I remember you're not that materialistic," Zhou Shiwan thought Lin Ziping seemed frighteningly unfamiliar. Just days ago, he had been pestering her about when they could get married.
"I'm sorry, Wan Wan. I just think your situation is very difficult right now. Getting married would only add to your burden; I don't want to be a burden to you. I'm leaving now."
So he was thinking of her after all. If it were Zhou Song, that rich young master, he would have probably berated her mercilessly by now.
With that thought in mind, she called several close friends to borrow some money. But they either said they were busy or simply didn't answer the phone, even though they used to rush to invite her out for fun.
Standing on the street, her heart felt like ashes.
Reluctantly, she returned to that so-called "home," unwilling to spend money on a hotel. In the end, she endured the long and bumpy bus ride and helplessly went back.
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