Author: Gu Rong Rong Machine Translation
As Gu Yanwei got out of the car, she could not help but call Zhou Yunxi to tell her what had happened earlier in the day.
2"Mom, do you think Ruochu's brain was damaged in the car accident? Why is she acting so strangely?" Gu Ruochu had clearly intended on making a fool of her in front of Mrs. Huo.
2As expected, Zhou Yunxi was angry when she heard this. "Ignore Gu Ruochu. I'll teach her a good lesson the next time I see her. Save your salary and let your sister pay for your upkeep. You're no match for her. She's already married into the Huo family. She must have money at her disposal. Just ask her for it. When you get married and buy a house, you won't be poor and you'll have money at your disposal too."
2Zhou Yunxi was plotting for her. Gu Yanwei might have agreed, but her heart was filled with disdain.
She had been borrowing money from Gu Ruochu for a long time. She mainly bought new clothes, luxury bags, and jewelry for herself. When accompanying Huo Nanchen to upper-class events, would she now have the face and confidence to do so?
2"Mother, isn't this a bad idea? What if Ruochu has a problem with the both of us?"
2"She wouldn't dare! I'm her mother. I gave birth to her and raised her. How dare she have a problem with me? In this life, even if I wanted her to be a slave, she wouldn't resist!"
2Hearing Gu Yanwei's words, Zhou Yunxi was enraged. "There's nothing good about it. You should have been the one to marry into the Huo family. If it weren't for you, she wouldn't have had the chance to interact with those people! If I had a choice, I would rather have never given birth to her."
2Gu Yanwei was trembling with fear as she listened on the other end of the phone. She never understood why her mother hated Gu Ruochu so much.
2"..."
Gu Ruochu arrived at Times Square. The place was not as lively as it used to be. All the people who had gathered in this place held a bouquet of daisies in their hands. A stage was set in the middle of the square. On the black-and-white screen, there was a video of Bai Qi's life, edited by some of her fans.
2This memorial service had been the fans' idea. A black-and-white photo of Bai Qi was set on the ground, covered with fresh flowers.
2The spotlights were constantly flashing as reporters carried out live interviews.
Some weeks ago, the youngest heavenly king of the music industry had passed away. The cause of his death was unknown.
2When the news was released, it shook the entertainment industry. The name Bai Qi depicted a prosperous era. He was a legend in that era.
2He entered joined the entertainment company when he was 11 years old and debuted at age 13. Over the past ten years, he had made many memorable hit songs.
2A classic melody played on the big screen. The fans had edited the vintage scenes. The bright stage seemed described the era that had belonged to Bai Qi.
2One fan went on stage and started the memorial service. He seemed to be very depressed. His grief caused his voice to tremble. "He will never appear again...
2"He will never appear again."
2Bai Qi was not only an entertainer. He represented the youth and faith of countless people over the last ten years. Now, as the fan on stage said he would never appear again, the fans almost burst into tears.
2With just this one sentence, the fan conducting the memorial burst into tears. The other fans, regardless of their gender or age, all burst into tears.
2"I never thought it would be only ten years."
2Gu Ruochu thought of those ten years and sighed. At least she had been happy.
2She had once been Bai Qi, a chess piece that her father had planted in the entertainment industry. She had also been the Bai family's heir, but she had never been herself.
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