The next morning, Chen Luoru gave Chen Yang a call.
“Hello, Sis. Are you in Beijing?”
“Mm, just arrived.”
Chen Yang sounded very busy. People kept coming up to speak with her, addressing her with “President Chen” each time—clearly, she was dealing with work matters.
“Where are you?”
Chen Luoru sat on the sofa with one leg crossed over the other, holding her phone in one hand while getting her nails done with the other.
“I’m at the branch office.”
Chen Yang’s voice drifted away a bit. Chen Luoru faintly heard her say, “Hand me the contract.”
“Is Lili there? I miss him,” Chen Luoru said. “I brought him a gift from the UK.”
Lili was Chen Yang’s son, and also Chen Luoru’s nephew.
Though his arrival caught the entire Chen family off guard, he was, after all, their own flesh and blood. He was clever and adorable, and everyone in the family adored him.
“He’s at home,” said Chen Yang. “Mom couldn’t bear to let me bring him to Beijing. She said the climate here is bad and not good for his health.”
Chen Luoru: “…”
What’s favoritism? This is favoritism!
They couldn’t bear to let the grandson come to Beijing, but were perfectly fine with marrying their daughter off to Beijing and not even letting her return home!
Chen Luoru couldn’t help but question whether she was actually her parents’ biological daughter.
Lili’s full name was Chen Sili, currently three years old. His biological father was unknown.
Chen Yang had once been known for her wild lifestyle. When she got pregnant, her ex-boyfriends lined up at the paternity testing centers hoping to claim the child, wanting to elevate their status through the child.
In the end, none of them matched.
According to Chen Yang herself, the child was most likely conceived during a one-night stand in New York—and as for the guy involved, it had been too dark to even see his face.
Chen and Yang’s parents were furious and insisted she go to the hospital to terminate the pregnancy.
But at that time, Chen Yang had already been brainwashed by American liberal values and believed abortion was inhumane and anti-social.
“How can a living being be aborted just like that?”
Chen Luoru worried for her sister—pregnant with a child of unknown paternity, breaking off her engagement with the Meng family… and dragging a child along in the future—how could she possibly get married again?
But Chen Yang said, “Why do I have to get married? Is a woman meaningless without marriage? I already have my own child, what do I need a man for?”
Well, marriage is a personal choice. Chen Luoru figured she shouldn’t worry too much.
Then she asked:
“Sis, New York has all kinds of people. If the guy was white or Asian, fine, but what if he was Black?”
Their parents nearly had heart attacks imagining Chen Yang giving birth to a dark-skinned child.
Chen Yang almost screamed:
“Chen Luoru! That’s Racism!”
Chen Luoru: “…”
So not only had her sister swallowed the anti-abortion propaganda, she’d also been brainwashed by white liberal political correctness.
But the issue was, this child would grow up in China. China wasn’t a multicultural immigration country. A Black child would undoubtedly attract gossip and judgment. Read this novel at g.com for the best experience.
In the end, thanks to Chen Yang’s unwavering insistence, the child was kept.
Right up until the moment Lili was born, their parents were still praying to the fertility goddess outside the delivery room, begging that the baby not be dark-skinned.
Luckily, Lili was born with fair, delicate skin, black hair and black eyes—likely not of African descent.
His facial features were quite Western, and Chen Luoru had always suspected he had some mixed-race genes.
After Lili was born, Chen Yang matured overnight.
Being a single mom was incredibly hard. Only through experiencing life’s difficulties can one truly gain love and a sense of responsibility.
As soon as her postpartum period ended, Chen Yang obediently returned to work to earn money for baby formula. She hadn’t fooled around in years.
She had taken on many responsibilities at the company and was now constantly busy.
“Hey, Sis, I have to attend that amusement park ribbon-cutting on Monday. Do I need to prepare anything?”
Chen Yang chuckled. Meng Jianchen, that old fox, actually handed this hot potato to her younger sister—what a crafty move.
“No need to prepare anything. You don’t have to do the ribbon-cutting,” Chen Yang said. “There’s a banquet in the evening, just make sure you look gorgeous.”
“Got it.”
“I’m busy here—talk later.”
“Okay.”
On the day of the ribbon-cutting, Chen Luoru got up early to get ready.
Lately, she’d been sleeping in the same bed as Meng Jianchen, but he hadn’t touched her. Sometimes she’d wake up and find the two of them hugging in their sleep, but she no longer overreacted—she’d just give him a good kick to wake him up.
Her makeup artist and stylist were already waiting in the dressing room.
Chen Luoru had great natural features and didn’t need much makeup. The artist kept complimenting her flawless skin.
The makeup was done quickly: creamy skin, arched brows, jelly lips. She looked radiant in the mirror—like a girl of eighteen.
The stylist gave her a simple updo, chose a Dior champagne-colored organza cocktail dress, paired it with a Van Cleef & Arpels fine jewelry set, and finished the look with sparkly gold Jimmy Choo heels.
Once done, Chen Luoru looked like the most dazzling beauty on the block.
All set, she headed out.
The driver had already pulled up a Bentley Mulsanne from the garage and was waiting at the door.
The villa’s garage was on the second basement level. Chen Luoru had checked it out once—it housed over thirty luxury cars, from business vehicles to sports cars.
Well, men loved their cars, and Meng Jianchen was no exception.
After an hour’s drive, they arrived at Tianxi Amusement Park in the suburbs of Beijing.
The park project had launched three years ago, with a total investment of 30 billion yuan—a massive pie.
Jinghong and Lingsheng were the biggest shareholders, each holding 20%. The local district government owned 15%, with the rest divided among over a dozen companies. This chapter was copied from novelping dot com without permission.
The ribbon-cutting ceremony was held outdoors. A clearing in the park had been transformed into the venue, and several media outlets were already present.
Red carpets lined with floral arrangements created a path. Chen Luoru walked down it and was guided to the VIP seating area.
Many high-profile guests were attending. The front two rows were reserved for district officials and executives from major corporations.
Given her status, Chen Luoru could have sat in the front row without question—but she didn’t want to be in the sun. So, she chose a seat at the far end of the VIP area, where there was still a bit of shade.
Not long after, a woman appeared at the front surrounded by a crowd. She wore a sharp beige business suit, high heels, and had her long hair tucked behind one ear, showing off a delicate earring.
Staff were speaking with her. She looked calm and professional, occasionally turning her head to give instructions—hard to believe this strong career woman was once the wild child Chen Yang.
The ceremony itself wasn’t particularly entertaining—after speeches from officials and executives, the ribbon-cutting finally happened.
When it ended, everyone applauded and began to leave.
Chen Luoru stayed in her seat—Chen Yang had said she’d come find her after the event.
So she sat there, happily playing Candy Crush on her phone, until she noticed something tugging at the hem of her dress.
She looked up and saw a young girl standing in the aisle chatting, unknowingly stepping on her gown.
Chen Luoru politely said,
“Excuse me, you’re stepping on my dress.”
Maybe her voice was too soft—the girl didn’t react. In fact, her other foot also stepped on it.
The sun had shifted, and the last bit of shade disappeared.
Feeling flustered from the heat, Chen Luoru stood up.
Her skirt slipped free from under the girl’s foot. The girl finally turned and noticed Chen Luoru still playing with her phone like nothing had happened.
She was the daughter of a minor investor, raised spoiled and arrogant. She’d never seen Chen Luoru before, who was sitting in the back row—just some unknown nobody, in her eyes.
She recalled nearly tripping earlier and grew furious. She shoved Chen Luoru and snapped:
“Are you blind? Can’t you see I’m standing here?”
Chen Luoru wasn’t prepared and lost her balance in her high heels, twisting her ankle. A sharp pain made her frown.
The people with the girl chimed in, “Hurry up and apologize!”
Just as Chen Luoru was about to argue back, a loud “smack” rang out.
It was the sound of a slap.
Chen Yang had struck the girl across the face.
The girl held her cheek in shock, staring blankly at her.
Chen Yang sneered,
“What the hell are you? You think you’re worthy of my sister apologizing to you?”
Sansukini: It might come off as racist, but I think the author was just reflecting the true state of mind of “some” people. One of my Chinese students actually mirrored this prejudice once. She was a university student and she told me in one of the free talks that she doesn’t feel safe at night going to the convenience store near her uni because the african students always hang around that area at night. I asked her if they did anything that made her feel unsafe, and she said they were there drinking beer. It was all just her preconceived notion.
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