The day my brother, Song Jingcheng, came to the orphanage to take me home, my boyfriend, Qi Duan, coldly declared,
“If you acknowledge your family, we’re breaking up!”
I knew he had too much pride to accept the difference in our social standing.
For his sake, I gave up the family affection that had been within my grasp.
For decades afterward, I worked tirelessly and saved every penny to help him make something of himself.
Before I even turned fifty, years of overwork left me gravely ill. I lay on my deathbed, barely clinging to life.
On TV, Qi Rui had just won the highest scientific research award. With tears in his eyes, he thanked another woman.
“For years, I’ve felt unworthy of Ms. Song Xin’ai. Now, at last, I can use this award to begin expressing the love I’ve kept waiting for decades.”
The Song Xin’ai he spoke of was the fake heiress the Song family had accidentally switched with me at birth.
The camera pulled back. Song Xin’ai, looking remarkably well-preserved, shyly accepted the trophy.
“Though I’ve waited decades for you, marriage is still a big decision. You’ll have to ask my brother first~”
Song Jingcheng, who had long since taken over the Song family, gazed at her with indulgent affection, mixed with...
