After being reborn, the scumbag CEO begs me to remarry him every day.

"Sir, it's almost noon. Would Miss like to stay for lunch?"

"Of course!" Song Hongsheng had just finished speaking when he immediately looked at Tang Xia and asked for her opinion: "Xia, we haven't finished looking at these photos yet, let's wait a little longer."

Tang Xia looked at the similarities between his eyebrows and eyes and couldn't bring herself to refuse.

He nodded and said, "Okay."

Just as it was almost lunchtime, there was another commotion outside the door.

Song Hui peered towards the door for a moment and said, "It should be Madam returning."

No sooner had the words been spoken than a graceful and elegant figure walked in.

When Tang Xia saw the woman's face clearly, she almost dropped the teacup in her hand.

It turns out that Tang Xia felt this person looked familiar at the banquet that day, not because she had seen him elsewhere.

Rather, it is someone who looks very much like themselves.

If someone looks familiar, most people will think of someone they know, but never of themselves.

The woman was slightly taken aback when she saw Tang Xia.

It wasn't until Song Hongsheng coughed lightly and said, "Yunrong, this is our daughter, Xia Xia. Why did it take you so long to come back?"

Madam Song snapped out of her daze and hurriedly fiddled with her hair.

"Something came up at the company, and I can't leave right now."

Song Hongsheng put his arm around Tang Xia's shoulder and explained on behalf of his wife, "Don't blame your mother. She is happiest that you are back, but at the same time, she also blames herself for not taking good care of you, which is why you have been wandering outside for so many years. She is also in pain and blames herself, and dares not face it."

Although Tang Xia found these words a bit strange, she didn't think much of it.

Madam Song immediately agreed with her husband, nodding with red eyes, "Yes, Xia, please don't overthink it. I just... I just... sigh."

After speaking for a long time, Madam Song could only sigh in the end.

At this moment, Song Xingzhou, who had been silent all along, suddenly turned his wheelchair and said in a low voice, "I'm a little tired, so I won't have lunch."

Madam Song immediately stepped forward to help him push his wheelchair: "Xingzhou, you should eat something. The doctor said you've been losing weight too quickly lately, which isn't good for your health."

"What if it's not good?"

“Xingzhou… okay, okay, Mom won’t force you, Mom will take you up there.”

Song Hui, standing to the side, also sighed.

"Since the young master fell ill, his temperament has become increasingly unpredictable. He used to be a favored son of heaven, but now he can only sit in a wheelchair and has to be served in everything. How can he accept this? However, he chatted with Miss for a while just now. It seems that they are still siblings and have common topics."

Tang Xia remained silent on this matter.

The "quiet chat" that Song Hui mentioned probably didn't exceed ten sentences in total.

I wonder what her brother is like at home.

After a while, Madam Song came downstairs.

His eyes were red, clearly from crying.

Song Hongsheng was getting impatient: "Xingzhou has his own ideas. He can eat if he wants to, and he can not eat if he doesn't want to. Why do you have to force him to do something?"

"I forced him? Didn't you see how thin his wrist is? If he doesn't eat soon, I don't know if he'll even make it to the day he needs a kidney transplant!"

"Enough!" Song Hongsheng slammed his hand on the table, glaring at her intently. "Today is the day we find our daughter. I don't want to argue with you, and don't stand here crying and wailing. What kind of behavior is this!"

Madam Song seemed to suddenly remember something.

She immediately went to Tang Xia, took her hand, and burst into tears: "Yes, it's all Mom's fault. I heard your name is Tang Xia? It's a good name. Let Mom take a closer look."

Tang Xia struggled to break free, feeling somewhat uncomfortable.

She took a step back and said, "I saw you at Mr. Zhang's daughter's birthday party last time. There was also a woman named Song Ziling with you. Is she... is she my sister?"

Tang Xia originally just wanted to ease the tension and change the subject.

Unexpectedly, these words immediately froze the atmosphere in the living room.

Tang Xia then remembered that Song Zhiruo had said that Song Ziling was the same age as her, so she couldn't possibly be her younger sister.

Madam Song wiped away her tears again and said, "When you went missing, my heart was breaking and I was in so much pain. Your father adopted a girl from the orphanage so that I wouldn't be too heartbroken."

It turned out to be the case.

Hearing this, Tang Xia felt very uncomfortable.

Even if it's a biological daughter, a replacement can be found at any time.

At this moment, Aunt Liu suddenly shouted, "Miss, what are you doing standing here? Didn't you go abroad?"

After saying that, Song Ziling walked out from behind the door with an incredulous look on her face.

She looked around, her gaze finally settling on Tang Xia.

"So, she's your biological daughter after all!"

Song Hongsheng was also shocked and turned to Madam Song, saying, "Didn't I tell you to send her abroad? How come she's here now?"

"I...I saw her go abroad with my own eyes. I don't know why Ziling suddenly came back..." Madam Song was obviously unaware of this matter as well.

Song Ziling was on the verge of a breakdown: "Oh, so that's why you all insisted on sending me abroad. It turns out you wanted me to make room for your own daughter!"

"No, Ziling, please don't think like that. Even if Xia comes back, you will always be a daughter of the Song family."

Song Ziling refused to listen to her explanation, glared at Tang Xia fiercely, and turned to leave.

Song's mother wanted to chase after him, but Song Hongsheng grabbed her wrist.

"She's so disobedient, she deserves to suffer a bit. Why are you chasing after her? Once she hits a wall outside, she'll naturally know to come back."

"But……"

"There's no 'but' about it!" Song Hongsheng interrupted her coldly, then turned to Tang Xia and sighed, "It was our fault for not handling it well, Xia. Don't take it to heart. You two are both daughters of the Song family. Come on, let's eat. I don't know if Liu Ma's cooking suits your taste."

But after all that commotion, Tang Xia found it hard to swallow anymore.

She put down her chopsticks and said politely, "Mr. Song, Mrs. Song, why don't we call it a day? I have to go to my studio this afternoon, so I won't stay any longer."

Song Hongsheng also knew that he couldn't push too hard.

He then instructed Song Hui to personally escort the person back.

Back in her studio, Tang Xia was still unable to calm down.

The fact that she was not her parents' biological child was simply unbelievable to her.

She didn't sit at her workstation for long before asking for leave and returning to her old house.

This is where her parents lived before they died.

Initially, Qiao Zhiyu wanted her to sell this to help support the Qiao family, but Tang Xia refused.

Besides not wanting to be controlled by the Qiao family, more importantly, she felt from the bottom of her heart that this place did not belong to her.

Or perhaps, she felt no sense of belonging to what her parents left behind.