The Dayue’s Shu Ran sneered, glaring at the older man in front of her, “Didn’t you say you had thrown that shameless mother and daughter into the wolves’ den? What’s going on now?”
Ji Ao knelt on one knee, “My Lord, I did throw them into the wolves’ den, absolutely! So many brothers saw it back then.” 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙥𝙪𝙗.𝒄𝙤𝙢
Shu Ran continued, “That girl is truly lucky. Who knows what kind of person she has become. Otherwise...”
Ji Ao hesitated, “That little girl is now Wen Surong’s darling. If we could capture her, maybe our situation would turn around.”
Shu Ran paused and then snorted, “At least you’ve got some sense.”
Ji Ao scratched his head and smiled…
Wen Surong stared at the many papers on his desk, feeling a bit troubled. When Shen Roujia entered, this was the scene she saw.
“Father, what’s wrong?”
Wen Surong paused and looked at Shen Roujia, “Jiaojiao, I want to ask you something.”
Shen Roujia nodded, puzzled, and said, “Father, if there’s something you need to say, just say it. There’s no need to hesitate with me.”
Wen Surong looked at the papers in front of him.
“When you were born, your mother and I named you Wen Suxi Rou. After you and your mother were gone, the name was also engraved on the tombstone.”
“If you don’t like this name, I’ll tear down that tombstone.”
Shen Roujia quickly waved her hand, proudly saying, “Father, that tombstone is a reminder for us. The shame of the past must never be forgotten. I like the name Suxi Rou, it sounds beautiful.”
Shen Roujia didn’t care much about strange names. To her, she lived for herself, not for a name. That’s why, despite changing identities so many times, she remained herself.
Shen Roujia laughed cheerfully, “Did you used to call me Xiao Rou?”
Wen Surong slowly nodded.