'That's my legal mother, but she's *only* my legal mother...'
Zhu Caiwei didn't dare let anyone see her lose her composure. Using the excuse that the wind had blown sand into her eyes, she quickly turned away and wiped the tears from her cheeks.
She returned to her room, lay on her bed, dismissed all the maids and old servants, and muffled herself in her quilt to have a good, long cry.
At the same time, Sheng Saya changed her clothes and went to speak with her mother.
Hearing that her impossibly busy father was finally back, she put down her teacup, took leave of her mother, and hurried to the front courtyard.
In the front courtyard, Mr. Sheng had just changed into his home clothes when he heard familiar footsteps outside, along with a servant's greeting.
"Dad, Dad, I'm coming in."
Sheng Mingchuan opened his old eyes and watched his daughter push the door open and enter without even waiting for his reply.
