Rebirth: She Became a Beautiful and Cool Bigshot-Chapter 61 - Suspicion of a Fake Daughter

Chapter 61: Chapter 61 Suspicion of a Fake Daughter

Chapter 61 -61 Suspicion of a Fake Daughter

The living room’s recorder pen emitted the sounds of Meng Wanhua making breakfast, followed by her eating with Meng Jingfen.

From their occasional conversation, it was clear that Meng Jingfen hadn’t eaten even a bite of the red bean paste or osmanthus cake.

What she had eaten was the shredded pork noodles and fried eggs prepared by Meng Wanhua.

The reason she hadn’t touched the red bean paste and osmanthus cake was not because she was being good, but because she, the lazy one, had barely stepped into the kitchen, let alone opened the fridge, oblivious to the tasty treats within.

…

About half an hour later, the doorbell rang.

Meng Jingfen’s footsteps sounded light and joyful as she went to answer the door, then sweetly called out “Daddy”.

After a moment of silence, Lin Youdong replied, reluctantly yet gently, “Hmm,” and then asked, “Where’s your mom?”

Meng Jingfen fell silent for a bit, probably picking up on Lin Youdong’s indifference.

She responded in a dispirited tone, “She’s out on the balcony hanging clothes.”

Then came the sound of her returning to the bedroom.

Next was Lin Fangwei’s delighted voice: “I smell them, their fridge has that red bean cake and osmanthus cake from yesterday, I’m going to take them all.”

Zhao Sulan’s voice chastised her, “You really do have a nose like a dog.”

Meng Chuyue found this strange as she listened.

Was Lin Fangwei’s sense of smell really so sharp?

How had she not noticed it in her past life?

Wow, she had kept it so well hidden, such faith in herself.

No sooner had Lin Fangwei gone to the kitchen than Meng Wanhua finished hanging the laundry and returned to the living room.

She did not greet Lin Youdong and Zhao Sulan but called out coldly, “What are you doing in the kitchen?”

The kitchen was a bit far from the shoe cabinet, and it was not clear what Lin Fangwei replied as the recorder pen captured only a faint mumbling.

Afterwards, Meng Wanhua and Lin Fangwei seemed to keep talking quietly in the kitchen, but it was unclear what they were discussing.

Zhao Sulan and Lin Youdong were probably sitting on the sofa near the shoe cabinet by this time, as their whispers, though soft, were quite clear.

First came Zhao Sulan’s scornful voice: “Your daughter is so ugly, the more I look at her, the uglier she gets.

Heh, I can’t understand it, both Meng Wanhua and you are good-looking, who does she resemble?”

Lin Youdong sounded a bit impatient, “Don’t talk nonsense, don’t forget why you are sitting here.”

“You…” Zhao Sulan instantly adopted a crying tone, “Are you blaming me?

Can I be blamed for this?

She has been healthy ever since she was born, it’s just an accident!”

Lin Youdong sighed, “I’m not blaming you, but you can’t sting my heart.

You know I’ve already been enough…

why must you taunt me?”

Zhao Sulan sighed as well, “I’m not taunting you.

I’m worried she might not be your daughter, afraid she was switched at birth or something, and we’d be toiling in vain.”

Lin Youdong’s voice was filled with restrained emotion, “That won’t happen, her eyes are just like Meng Wanhua’s, other parts resemble her uncle, also her exter…”

Lin Youdong’s words were not yet finished when Zhao Sulan let out a shrill scream, “Meng Wanhua, how dare you…”

At that point, it was probably when Meng Wanhua raised her hand to Lin Fangwei, who was raiding the fridge.

The voices from the kitchen were unclear from the start, but within a minute or so, all four of them had moved into the living room.

Lin Fangwei’s delicate voice immediately rang out, “Aunt Meng, my uremia is really severe now, there’s a lot I can’t eat.

The things I can eat all taste so bland.

Your red bean paste, osmanthus cake, and fruits all taste especially good, and they just happen to be things I can eat, so I couldn’t resist.

Aunt Meng, please give them to me, out of pity for my poor self.” fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

Meng Wanhua’s tone was icy, “I’m very pitiful too.”

No sooner had she spoken than Meng Jingfen’s voice emerged, “Mom, Fangwei actually has uremia?

That’s so sad.

Mom, let’s give all these to her.

At worst, we can ask…

to make some more tonight.”