Zhong Shu died at the age of twenty-five. Her sister said, "You and I are not the same mother" and sent her and her car into a cold pond.
Open your eyes again and be nineteen years old again.
In my ears I could hear the whispers of my parents finalizing their will, and before my eyes I could see my sister's unabashed ridicule at the dinner table.
They planned a life for her: to be a good deputy to her sister, to be calm, grateful, and not to have any delusions.
Zhong Shu smiled. This time, she flipped the table first.
Inheritance? Take it. Preference? Unnecessary!
She threw the business textbook into the trash can and turned around to hold the baton that no one expected.
Everyone is waiting to see the joke——
Look at how the frail and sickly adopted daughter is wishful thinking. She is nothing if she is separated from the Zhong family.
Later, her name became famous in the international music scene.
The prince of the pharmaceutical empire held up his diamond ring during her curtain call, and the talented violinist bowed his head in her honor.
And the sister who once regarded her as a stain spent all her efforts building an exclusive symphony orchestra for her.
At the celebration banquet, reporters asked about the secret of success.
Zhong Shu looked at her family in the audience who had finally learned to love her, and smiled calmly under the spotlight:
"I just found that instead of working hard to prove that I am worthy of this family,
It's better to become Zhong Shu who is worthy of me first. "
Purpose: Self-salvation and reconstruction of love