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On the day of the incident, Sun Yao had gone to search for her daughter alongside her son, who was following the GPS location. In just two short days, her daughter’s fate remained uncertain.
Sun Yao gritted her teeth in anger, desperate to understand who Xiao Ni had gone to meet that could lead to such a predicament. The more she investigated, the more confused and anxious she became. Her findings were increasingly at odds with her initial thoughts.
Following one lead after another, Sun Yao discovered that the person Xiao Ni was looking for turned out to be her biological daughter. Eighteen years ago, the two children had been swapped at the hospital.
How could Sun Yao accept this outcome? She refused to believe it until Ye Bingran was wheeled out of the operating room. Looking at that lifeless face, she suddenly felt a crushing weight in her chest. It was at that moment that Sun Yao decided to conduct a paternity test.
The results were as she had feared: Ye Bingran was indeed her daughter. At that time, one child lay in critical condition, with doctors warning that she might never wake up, urging the family to prepare for the worst. The other child, quietly resting in the room behind her, was merely in a coma due to shock, with no serious injuries.
Didn’t carrying a child for ten months create a bond? Didn’t eighteen years of companionship forge feelings? How could Sun Yao bear to favor one over the other?
Seeing her remain unresponsive, Zheng Zeqi sighed and said, “Xiao Ran probably doesn’t even know about her situation. You should consider how you want to handle this.”
Sun Yao closed her eyes in pain; even breathing became increasingly difficult. Her face paled as she spoke hoarsely, “Let’s not tell Xiao Ni about this yet. Once Xiao Ran wakes up, I will take care of everything.”
On the other side of the wall, on a hospital bed, Zheng Mengni’s thin eyelids fluttered slightly as her hands instinctively clenched into fists beneath the covers. Slowly, she opened her eyes and stared blankly at the snowy bed curtains.
She just had a ridiculous nightmare.
In the dream, her gentle and kind mother felt sorry for Ye Bingran's suffering and kicked her out of the house for her real daughter. Zheng Mengni, oh Zheng Mengni. Have you lost your mind? You really are a heartless fool. How can you not see what kind of person your mother is, even at eighteen? How could she possibly do something like that?
You silly girl, you've gone too far. How could you think so poorly of your mother?
The plot of the dream only got more absurd from there. After being driven out of town, she became a nameless streamer, relying on her looks to make a living, often harassed by greasy men online. Zheng Mengni, are you an idiot? Have you forgotten everything you learned in school? Did you not study at all? Although your grades never pleased your father, it shouldn’t have led you to abandon your studies and become a streamer just to cash in on your youth.
Even more ridiculous was that Ye Bingran actually sent her gifts in the dream. Goosebumps rose on her skin; were you fantasizing about him giving you gifts? What a ridiculous thought!
In the end of the dream, driven mad by thoughts of money, she met up with a man offline, only to be assaulted and killed, her body thrown into the sea. It seems the events at the club really left quite an impression on you.
Zheng Mengni, didn’t you kill that man? How could you still dream up such a ridiculous scenario?
As she recalled the events of the dream, she scolded herself for being so neurotic; truly, what an outrageous dream to have. Little did she know that everything she dreamed about was actually part of the original story. However, Zheng Mengni had never taken it to heart; she thought there was zero chance such things could happen to her.
After Zheng Zeqi and Sun Yao finished their conversation and heard footsteps approaching, Zheng Mengni slowly closed her eyes, pretending to still be asleep.
He heard nothing and dreamed of nothing.
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