Farm Girl's Manor
Chapter 347 Each has its own well-kept secrets (3)_1

Chapter 347: Chapter 347 Each has its own well-kept secrets (3)_1

Mo Yan urgently needed to rid herself of the mother and daughter pair. Upon a quick inspection of the carriage axle and finding only some signs of compression but no serious issues, she swiftly climbed onto the carriage, urging Da HongZao to continue on their way.

But who would have known that Chen Shanshan would be so persistent? She dashed to the front of Da HongZao, spread her arms wide, and blocked the path. "You’ve bumped into my carriage and caused me such a fright, and now you think you can run away? Fat chance!"

"Move aside!" Mo Yan furrowed her brows, impatient and disgusted by Chen Shanshan’s unrelenting hassle.

Chen Shanshan remained unmoved, looking down on her with scorn. "I won’t move unless you kneel down and apologize to me!"

Just as Mo Yan was about to instruct Da HongZao to ignore her and go around, Mrs. Du suddenly spoke up to defuse the situation, "Shanshan, stop this nonsense and let the lady leave." Her tone was indifferent, looking at her stepdaughter with a face of unwilling resignation, her voice carrying an air of undeniable authority.

Chen Shanshan glanced at her stepmother, then, remembering the face that very much resembled her stepmother’s, an idea seemed to strike her; a strange smile flitted across her face, and she quickly stepped aside.

Mo Yan did not miss the calculation behind her smile, but it had nothing to do with her, and she drove Da HongZao straight away from there.

Only when the Mo Family’s carriage turned a corner and disappeared did Mrs. Du, looking utterly distracted, turn around and climb onto her own carriage with the assistance of a Maid.

Chen Shanshan followed closely behind and got on as well. Seeing Mrs. Du with her eyes half-closed and looking somewhat unwell, she joked, "Mother, it’s strange, that girl among those three siblings looks just like they’ve been cast from the same mold as you. If I didn’t know you hadn’t borne father any children, I would have thought she was a sister of mine lost outside!"

Mrs. Du slowly opened her eyes and gave her an indifferent glance, with no discernible emotion on her face. "There are millions of people in the world. It’s normal to have one or two resemblances. To meet such a person is fate."

"True, true, except she looks way too similar. If you were twenty years younger, even claiming her to be your twin sister wouldn’t raise suspicions." Chen Shanshan agreed verbally but inwardly scoffed. If she hadn’t accidentally learned that this stepmother had been previously married, she would never have believed such an explanation.

Ever since the first time she saw that bumpkin in Duobao Pavilion, this woman’s demeanor had been somewhat strange. On closer comparison, these two did share some similarities. She never noticed it before, but after seeing that younger girl, she couldn’t be convinced they had no relation even if she were killed for it.

Faced with her stepdaughter’s probing and scrutiny, Mrs. Du closed her eyes again, having no interest in engaging with her speculations. Her entire attention was on the three siblings she had just encountered.

She had thought the inexplicable sense of kinship towards that woman was only because she resembled herself in her younger years. Yet, upon seeing the other two children today, she could no longer deceive herself—those three children were undoubtedly the flesh and blood she had abandoned!

She didn’t know why her son and daughters had appeared in Jing City; from their few encounters, it seemed they either lived in Jing City or nearby. Despite their modest clothing, being able to afford such a carriage meant they were evidently not doing poorly, a significant improvement from the poor and desperate days in Mo Family Village.

Thinking of this, Mrs. Du felt a bit better, and the years of guilt pressing on her heart seemed to lighten somewhat. Yet the thought of her eldest daughter looking at her as though she were a stranger cut her like a knife! Even if she had been forced to abandon them, they were still the children she had carried for ten months. How could she not love them?