The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot novel Chapter 959

Chapter 959: 737 Mom, the eldest lady is back [Chapter 1]

Twenty years ago, Su Wen was famous in the City of the World.

Twenty years later, her fame is equally undiminished.

A few trainees instantly recognized her.

"Madam Su Wen!"

"Isn’t this Madam Su Wen? How come she’s at the institute so early?"

These few shouts also startled others who were still asleep.

Ying Zijin was equally stunned.

So urgent?

It’s only five-thirty in the morning now.

At this moment, Su Wen arrived exactly on time.

Proving that Su Wen has been waiting here at the institute.

Ying Zijin spoke up: "Aunt, about yesterday—"

Before she could finish her sentence, the next second, she was embraced by Su Wen.

A voice filled with years of maternal love and the joy of regaining what was lost: "Tantan, my child..."

Each of these six words crashed against Ying Zijin’s eardrum like a stormy wave, relentlessly.

Carrying a deep sense of trepidation, making her heart leap in an unprecedented frenzy,

Even for someone as composed and steady as Ying Zijin, she was bewildered.

What did Su Wen call her?

Tantan?

Isn’t that...

In an instant, all her thoughts connected into a line, and finally,

With a "plop," the phone in Ying Zijin’s hand fell.

Her body tightened, and her fingers were slightly trembling.

This reaction was a first for the girl.

Although the surrounding trainees didn’t hear what Su Wen said, they were all shocked by Su Wen’s actions.

What is the relationship between Junior Sister Ying and Madam Su Wen?

Su Wen held her, then released her after ten seconds.

Tears covered the face of this stunning woman, yet she was still dazzlingly beautiful.

Su Wen held the girl’s hand tightly, her voice gentle and cautiously probing: "Tantan, can we first go to your dormitory?"

Ying Zijin hadn’t yet returned to her senses, instinctively replied: "Alright."

She turned her head, touched her shoulder, and found it wet.

These were the hot tears shed by the woman.

The tips of Ying Zijin’s fingers were burning, and she had already been pulled into the villa by Su Wen.

This villa was a six-person dormitory, but currently, she was the only one living there.

Su Wen is her biological mother.

Not the Ying Family, not Zhong Manhua.

Ying Zijin generally doesn’t like recalling the past, but some words are too deep to forget.

She didn’t recover her memory and strength during those years, that was also her.

All the pain, all the ridicule, she bore alone.

——You can’t even play the piano well, what kind of socialite are you?

——Donating blood to your aunt is your honor, otherwise, why would the Ying Family raise you?

——Behave, or your mother and I will send you back to the countryside.

Words followed by more words, penetrating her heart, inseparable.

Whenever she recalls it, it still hurts.

She always wondered why her parents were people who only valued interests and appearances.

Turns out they weren’t.

Ying Zijin raised her head in a daze, meeting those eyes identical to hers.

These eyes lacked Ying Zhenting’s opportunism, Zhong Manhua’s harshness, only gentle as water.

Su Wen raised her hand, stroking her cheek: "My Yaoyao has grown up, yet I couldn’t be by your side."

No one knows how great a shock she received after reading the Ying Family’s information.