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Qingyun was also aware of her godmother's life experiences.

Although Su Wanning is now successful and has achieved her career through the Xia family's platform, and has many labels, her background is the most discussed topic among netizens, and it naturally generates a lot of buzz.

Qingyun asked her godmother, "Grandma Jing definitely didn't agree, right? Who would be so forgiving? She's not a saint."

Su Wanning smiled and spread her hands, saying, "Of course, my mom told her to go find her own mother." Jing Wanyi felt like she was being cursed to die, and her face immediately darkened.

Her biological mother died five years ago, unable to wait for Jing Wanyi's return to China. Even in her dying moments, she cursed Jing Wanyi, wishing her a terrible death, and even put up a banner and hired people to tarnish the Jing family's reputation. This incident made the news, leading the Jing family to completely sever ties with Jing Wanyi.

She took a sip of water and continued, "Jing Wanyi is quite shameless. She blocked my mother at the entrance of the mall and knelt down with her daughter, begging to be taken in. My mother was pointed at and gossiped about by others, so she called the Jing family and asked Jing Wanyi's half-brother to take her and her daughter away."

When it comes to gossip, Su Wanning gets happy again.

Qingyun asked, "Is there no follow-up? Were they sent abroad?"

Su Wanning shook her head; she didn't know.

Ruan Li closed the file and replied, "Last week, Zhao Xi saw a woman driving a car. She ran up to her, stopped the car, and demanded tens of millions of yuan. The woman completely ignored Zhao Xi and, seeing that she didn't move aside, drove her car straight into her."

Perhaps thinking Zhao Xi was afraid of dying, he would dodge, but Zhao Xi didn't dodge and was thrown into the air. Before she could be taken to the hospital, she was dead.

Su Wan Ning covered her mouth. So many years have passed, and she has not sought revenge on Zhao Xi because she knows that Zhao Xi is not doing well and does not need her revenge.

But this way of dying is hard to judge!

Zhao Xi probably thought the woman wouldn't dare to bump into him, so he didn't dodge? Or was he really tired of living? Trying to drag someone down with him?

Wait, the person who hit someone with the car couldn't be...

Ruan Li said, "The driver was Jing Wanyi, and her daughter was sitting in the passenger seat. At the time, she urged Jing Wanyi to just crash into it. As a result, the mother and daughter were taken away for investigation."

Qingyun said in surprise, "I feel like I've heard of it before, it sounds so familiar."

Ruan Li told her daughter, "This happened just two streets away from the Ruan family building. Unfortunately, I happened to be waiting at a red light and witnessed everything. It's absurd, but it really happened."

Qingyun suddenly realized why her mother had suddenly said a few days ago that she wanted to wash her hands with pomelo leaves to get rid of bad luck.

Su Wan Ning left with mixed feelings. Everything from the past seemed like a distant memory. The people in the story gradually faded away, but she was lucky enough to turn her fortunes around and receive help from a benefactor.

Bathed in the pinkish-orange sunset, Su Wan Ning composed herself. The future was long, and she wanted to live each day to the fullest.

Ruan Li and her daughter Ruan Qingyun stood by the window, admiring the city.

Ruan Qingyun is 1.72 meters tall, taller than Ruan Li. Dressed in a suit, she exudes a sharp aura.

She had worked as a model for a while before, and her fans called her "Queen". Every time she appeared, her fans would scream.

Qingyun concluded, "Actually, my godmother has never truly moved on from the past. She used to have a very low sense of worthyness and finds it hard to forget her past experiences. But when she left just now, I felt that she seemed much more relaxed."

Ruan Li smiled calmly: "Time is the best healer, because it gives you more confidence to deal with things and new memories to wash away the pain."

"Mom, I love you! Thank you for giving me so much love, making me rich both materially and spiritually since I was little. Let's be mother and daughter again in the next life, but I'll be the mother and you'll be the daughter. You can lie down however you like, and I'll take care of you!"

Suddenly being hugged by her daughter and having her express her love, Ruan Li smiled even more happily.

In front of outsiders, her daughter is just like her, with sharp eyes and shrewd gestures, exuding an aura of "not to be trifled with," like the cold frost on a late autumn morning, which brings chills upon touch, but shines brightly when exposed to sunlight.

But only their own family knows that this frosty, chilly demeanor is not the whole picture.

Because Qingyun cherished her, she was generous with everything she had, reserving her gentlest side for her family. That gentleness, unique to her family, was hidden in a corner untouched by the autumn frost, warm as the winter sun, only to be felt when one gets close.

Ruan Li laughed at her daughter: "If you do this, your dad will get jealous."

"Then let's not tell him...wait, it seems too late."

The mother and daughter turned around at the same time, and a man in a trench coat walked in.

Even as the years have passed, his figure remains as upright as a pine tree, his shoulders and back are not hunched, his waist is not bent, and he walks with a steady stride, carrying a kind of refined and efficient demeanor.

He looked at the mother and daughter bathed in the warm glow of the setting sun and said with a smile, "I'm back! Dad won't be jealous, because Dad loves your mom too. I'll be very happy to have another person love her."

Ruan Li held Mo Lin's outstretched hand and smiled helplessly: "I can't even learn the sweet talk between you two. Let's go, it's time to get off work, Dad is waiting for us at home."

Throughout life, all that matters is having love by your side, living peacefully through the years, enjoying tranquility, and always feeling warmth.