'But... it wasn't like this when they were little. I raised both of them myself. I might have been a bit strict, but life was so warm and pleasant back then.'
Jiangg Ruxue had always felt that those were happy times.
She would come home from her busy company and see Jiangg Ning reading and Jiangg Yao playing the piano. The two of them would be quietly settled in their rooms, like girls from a painting or a storybook.
She despised disobedient, unruly children; seeing them made her want to strangle them.
'Look how well I raised my two daughters.'
Back then, Jiangg Ruxue had felt an immense sense of accomplishment... But in the blink of an eye, they grew up, broke free from her control, and their wings hardened.
Now they were wary of her every day, as if they were afraid she would set them up!
Jiangg Ruxue picked up her wine glass, tilted back her pale neck, and drained it in one go. At that moment, her heart was filled with bitterness.
