Chapter 101: Qiao What?

“…”

Qiao Yucheng’s silence finally drove Qiao Yufei completely to the brink.

“Yucheng, the one who has stayed by your side all these years, the one who has been good to you, is me!” she cried, almost madly sweeping everything off the vanity table. “Why do you keep using her to torture me, even after all these years?”

When Qiao Yumo was still alive, she had the status of the Qiao family’s eldest daughter. Even if she did nothing at all, even if she only smiled, she could win everyone’s affection.

Everyone looked only at her. Only she mattered.

Even Father had always regarded her as the daughter he cherished most, even intending to leave the Qiao family to her, while the three of them, mother and daughters, had always been cast aside and left with nothing.

No matter how hard they tried, they could never compare with Qiao Yumo, who excelled at piano, painting, and dance, and who won first place in every competition!

Now she was dead. Dead for so many years. Why could she still continue tormenting her?

Looking at the deranged woman before him, Qiao Yucheng merely sighed, then said slowly, “I never liked you.”

Some things are simply strange beyond reason.

The warmth Qiao Yumo had given him in childhood had become something he could never forget; even after all these years, just thinking of her still made his heart ache.

And Qiao Yufei, who had always hovered around him these years and even followed him into the entertainment industry, only made him feel intense disgust every time he saw the face she wore before others and the one she showed behind closed doors. It was not all because of Yumo.

Yumo had been beautiful and good; he had always regarded her as the most important person in his life.

He had seen Qiao Yufei’s gentle, considerate demeanor before him, and he had also seen the arrogant, superior look she wore when facing the staff.

He thought that perhaps this was why he could never feel any fondness for her, no matter what.

Qiao Yucheng’s cold words fell into Qiao Yufei’s ears, and she sagged helplessly against the vanity table.

After a long while, she let out a laugh and slowly turned to look at the man who had remained seated there from beginning to end, never showing the slightest agitation for her, his face a picture of defeat…

…

Lin Nansun, carrying clothes and food, came with Ye Ning to the door of the celebrity dressing room.

Ye Ning had just raised her hand to knock when the door suddenly opened.

A woman in a short dress, her hair in disarray and her appearance a mess, stepped out from inside.

“Miss Qiao…” Seeing who it was, Ye Ning froze for a moment, then hurried to greet her.

Seeing someone at the door, Qiao Yufei instinctively lifted her head and cast a proud glance at the two people there.

But when her gaze swept over the girl in the white down jacket, her body suddenly stiffened, and a look of terror appeared on her exquisitely made-up face.

“Qiao Yumo?”

The sudden words made Lin Nansun start, and she instinctively moved behind Ye Ning.

“Miss Qiao, what did you say?” Ye Ning asked in confusion, looking at Qiao Yufei.

Qiao what?

Hearing Ye Ning’s voice, Qiao Yufei snapped back to herself at once and hurriedly erased the expression on her face.

Qiao Yumo had been dead for a long time. The girl in front of her merely looked a little like her; it was impossible for her to be Yumo.

“Nothing.” She glanced at Lin Nansun, then turned and left.

Watching her receding figure, Ye Ning suddenly remembered something. She quickly handed the paper bag holding the clothes to Lin Nansun and said, “Nansun, please take these in for me. I still have to deliver the fruit to Qiao Yufei. If I’m late, that star will start acting like a diva.”