Do Not Speak Ill of My Mother!
Chapter 445 - 431 A Conversation Full of Misunderstandings (1)

Chapter 445: 431 A Conversation Full of Misunderstandings (1)

Du Manchang had no desire to see their phony display of affection and said indifferently, "Steward Du, arrange a bedroom for the guests. Let Mr. Song and Ms. Tian have a good rest at our home for the time being."

"The room is already prepared. Please follow me, all three of you."

All three?

Song Xiaoyu felt even more distressed upon hearing this. Was she going to live with her parents now?

Was the room that the Du Family had meticulously prepared for her... also going to be taken away?!

It made sense after all, she needed to quickly realize her own identity! What was the point of hiding in a beautiful dream?!

Song Xiaoyu, who had an inferiority complex to begin with, had grown more confident under Du Mansheng’s careful companionship, but now she had regressed to being even more insignificant than before.

She allowed Tian Xiaoe to lead her onto the stairs, moving up like a marionette.

Father Du and Du Manchang, left in the living room, both showed an expression of heartache.

Speaking in a low and heavy voice, Du Manchang said, "Dad, isn’t this too cruel for Xiaoyu?"

"I know," Father Du patted his shoulder, "Do we have a better way right now?"

Du Manchang found himself at a loss for words...

No...

Not just Xiaoyu, even if her sister was here, given a complete script, she likely couldn’t perform with indifference.

Song Hui and his wife were nothing but bone-clinging maggots, once attached, it would be for life.

Now, thanks to Song Qinglong’s self-destructive behavior, they finally had the chance to pressure them into letting go themselves, ensuring that even if Xiaoyu rightfully recognized the Du Family in the future, the couple would never dare to come knocking for benefits!

With no other choice, Father Du could only wrong Xiaoyu.

He inhaled deeply, "They are going to the amusement park this afternoon. Follow them from a distance, and the moment they abandon Xiaoyu, bring her back immediately without letting her be scared or saddened."

"Dad, do you really think they will abandon Xiaoyu?"

Father Du looked up, casting a meaningful glance upstairs, "My words alone aren’t enough to make them resolute, but once they learn that Xiaoxiao is hospitalized, they will definitely drop Xiaoyu without hesitation!"

After speaking, he instructed his son earnestly, "You must personally oversee it, understand?"

"Alright."

As Father Du predicted, the "family of three," once back in their room, had no mood to appreciate the spacious and comfortable surroundings, all sitting quietly on the bed, feeling utterly constrained.

Song Hui really wanted to ask Tian Xiaoe what she meant by agreeing to stay, but seeing Xiaoyu with tears in her eyes, he couldn’t bring himself to speak in front of her.

Tian Xiaoe handed Xiaoyu a tissue, her gaze gentle, hardly resembling the same person she was before.

"Xiaoyu, mommy wants to ask you, how have you been staying with the Du Family recently?"

Xiaoyu was so immersed in her pain that she couldn’t escape it. When asked, she almost numbly replied, "Pretty good."

"Grandfather Du, Aunt Du, and uncle are all nice to you?"

It felt as if someone had gouged a piece out of Xiaoyu’s heart, the pain was unbearable, "They... they think I’m Aunt Du’s biological daughter... they are very nice to me..."

Tian Xiaoe gave an "I knew it" glance to Song Hui.

"They mistook you as their own daughter?" Song Hui frowned, "When did this happen?"

"After the surgery, when mom and dad agreed to let the show continue filming with me... Mom, she..." Xiaoyu bit her lip, faltered, then corrected herself, "Aunt Du took me back to the Du House, saying she was my kin..."

For a seven-year-old child, the blow of that day was far from small.

She joyfully went home with her uncle, only to be drenched by an unexpected bucket of cold water, chilling her to the core.

Watching helplessly as the thing she wanted most disappeared, unable to do anything about it, Xiaoyu felt a suffocating pain!

She thought she had finally grasped happiness, so why did fate play such a cruel joke on her?!

Tian Xiaoe didn’t care about Xiaoyu’s feelings at all. Even though Xiaoyu was about to burst into tears, Tian Xiaoe remained indifferent and asked selfishly, "Xiaoyu, ever since you came to the Du Family, has that mother of yours not given you any money? Or any jewelry?"

"I didn’t... Aunt Du gave me a lot of things, but I didn’t take any of them."

"How can you not take them, child?! Where are the things? Since she gave them to you, they are yours! We will take them home with us when we go back."

Tian Xiaoe dared not openly take the several hundred thousand given by the Du Family, yet the items Du Mansheng gifted to Xiaoyu must include valuable jewelry, which are small and not easily noticed when hidden on one’s body—they could bring them back without anyone being the wiser.

Song Hui also realized this.

He inwardly praised his wife’s intelligence.

Yes!

They didn’t plan on accepting them, but to return from the Du Family empty-handed felt like a loss! Taking some jewelry to sell would equally alleviate the tight financial situation at home—it was utterly worth it!

Xiaoyu’s tears fell as she said, "They’re not here..."

Du Mansheng gave her many gifts, a large pile of jewelry and toys, all stored in the villa she bought, not at the Du Family’s house.

"Where are they then? Child, why can’t you speak clearly?"

Tian Xiaoe pushed Xiaoyu in dissatisfaction.

At home, when Xiaoyu didn’t do farm work well, Tian Xiaoe often pushed her like this.

Having grown accustomed to this gesture, Xiaoyu unexpectedly stood up after being pushed today.

"Dad, Mom, did you come to the Du Family to see me and pick me up, or did you come to ask them for money?"

"What? What are you talking about, child? Didn’t you hear us just now refuse the two hundred thousand that Mr. Du offered?!"

Song Hui frowned deeply, "Xiaoyu, what do you mean by that?"

Xiaoyu cried out loud, "You refused the money, but then you ask where the jewelry is... are you afraid of what people will say?"

She was no longer the naive and ignorant Xiaoyu of the past.

A month by Du Mansheng’s side had widened her perspective—she understood what her parents’ actions implied.

Xiaoyu clenched her teeth, "I won’t tell you! I am not Aunt Du’s biological daughter, so I naturally can’t just take her things. Since you’ve come to pick me up, let’s go back this afternoon. Don’t we still need to do compatibility testing for Sister Xiaoxiao? Why aren’t you in a rush now?"

If it had been before, Tian Xiaoe would have been eager to take her to the hospital immediately.

But she had already guessed the truth from the subtle words of Steward Du—Xiaoyu and Huahua were not a match!

Since they couldn’t get money from her, and she wasn’t a bone marrow match, all while having to shoulder a massive risk, Tian Xiaoe’s mind had already relegated her outside the range of being nurtured.

But she had to keep up appearances.

"Huahua’s situation is not urgent, the doctor said she’s stabilized quite a bit lately. Doctor Mao also mentioned last time that we need to wait until you’re fully recovered for three months before we can continue with the compatibility matching... I’m concerned about you, child, why can’t you understand that?"

Concern?

That was something Tian Xiaoe could make herself believe.

Xiaoyu bit her lip and said nothing.

Tian Xiaoe continued, "Anyway, let’s not talk about that. We heard you went to some village for fun while we were on our way here?"

"It’s not a village, it’s a farm," Xiaoyu corrected subconsciously.

"What’s the difference between a farm and a village?"

Xiaoyu truly didn’t want her parents to benefit from the Du Family in any way. Hearing this, she paused and then shook her head, altering her words, "It’s roughly the same as a village."

Tian Xiaoe chuckled, "Child, you come to the city once and look down on the village? You even chose a fancier name for it? Farm?"

Song Hui hit the nail on the head, "Have you been staying at the farm all this time?"

Xiaoyu shook her head, "I was in the hospital the past few days. Sister Xiaoxiao fell ill."

Xiaoxiao?

The couple exchanged a glance—Du Family’s dear granddaughter? Song Qinglong’s own flesh and blood?

"How did she fall ill?"

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