Chi Yue felt indifferent towards Lu Xuhui; even after learning that he was her biological father, he had barely spoken a few words to her. To Chi Yue, Lu Xuhui was just a stranger with whom she shared a blood relation.
"Madam, can you tell me about my mother's youth?"
"Of course. When your mother was young, she was the number one beauty for miles around. She was independent and confident, having her own way of doing things. At a young age, she had already saved up for her own house. However, despite her high intelligence, she met her downfall at the hands of a man..."
Jiang Ruan spoke with Chi Yue for a very long time, and Chi Yue listened earnestly.
She had never known that before she came into this world, her mother had been such an outstanding person.
In the end, Jiang Ruan said earnestly, "Your mother was not good at judging people. If she had met a good man, she might not have passed away so young."
Every word was filled with regret and pity.
