The Master's Mask Unveiled Again

Chapter 184: Chapter 183: If You Can’t Be Fair, Don’t Have Two Children

Fu Man trembled as she took the documents, her actions purely involuntary.

She could still recall the words Lu Mian had said last time. But now, as the stark black-and-white papers lay before her, she couldn’t accept them.

She had thought Lu Mian was just temporarily angry and would return on her own after having enough of the hardships outside.

She had believed that there were no overnight grudges between parents and children, that despite the fights and the scolding, the blood ties remained. No matter how much hatred, she should still call her mother.

She had assumed Lu Mian had no ability to earn money and was poor in studies; that when she got into trouble, Fu Man would have to clean up the mess.

She had thought…

All of her assumptions had now shattered of their own accord.

Lu Mian was doing very well; her Go skills were great, she had donated money to the school, she scored full points in the physics competition – twice.

Lu Mian wasn’t down and out, causing trouble as Fu Man had imagined; she wasn’t ignorant and uneducated, nor was she as incapable as Fu Man remembered.

There was only the luminous, unknown brilliance that she didn’t recognize or had never seen.

Perhaps Lu Mian had always been excellent; it was Fu Man who lacked patience and care, who had always ignored her, not believed in her…

But now Fu Man was wrong, was it too late to change?

“Mianmian, Mommy was wrong, can you give Mommy another…”

“Just sign it!”

Lu Mian cut her off coldly. With irritated strides, she kicked the sofa, sending the heavy leather piece of furniture several meters away with a grating noise.

Fu Man was jarred, and a strong will to survive snapped her back to reality.

The current Lu Mian was not someone to mess with.

She borrowed a pen from Lu Chengweng with trembling hands and signed her name slowly and with a heavy heart, tears streaming down her cheeks in utter disarray.

It was finally done.

Lu Mian grabbed the documents with one hand, the storm of rage dissipating quickly. A hint of a smile appeared, however faint. Not bad.

Feeling good, she added one more sentence, though her tone remained icy.

“Ms. Fu, if you cannot be fair, I hope you don’t have two children in your next life.”

Fu Man clutched her chest fiercely, as if twisting a knife in her heart.

Having done what she came to do, Lu Mian didn’t want to linger even a second more. With the documents secured, she slung her bag over her shoulder and stepped out of the living room.

The oppressive cloud that seemed to hang over everyone’s heads had also dispersed.

Lu Mian walked out with a light step, and after a few paces, Lu Xinnuan chased after her, throwing open her arms to block Lu Mian’s way.

She, who had played the role of the perfect daughter for so many years, saw her persona collapse and her image shattered today.

And the person who ruined everything for her was Lu Mian.

This twin sister, who she had always suppressed and feared.

With a sinister expression and in a bleak tone, she asked, “Lu Mian, how many more secrets do we not know about you?”

Lu Mian looked at her as if she were looking at “an idiot”.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

“Mom always said you loved to lie, huh…” Lu Xinnuan bit her lip, shaking her head in self-pity, “I’ve long understood that you’re very smart, much smarter than me. You’re also beautiful; when we were young, relatives would always praise you. The things you did, they might not have been lies… But I didn’t want our parents to believe that. I didn’t want them to think that the older daughter was so smart, and the younger daughter just average. So, I told many lies…”

Lu Mian tilted her head; she had known all this for a long time.

So what?

“If you can do so well in physics, your other subjects must not be poor either. You’re very good at Go, talented since you were four. But there’s one thing I don’t understand…”

Regardless of whether Lu Mian was listening, Lu Xinnuan insisted, “That year, when I was 7, I spilled water on your sketchbook. You clearly threw the sketchbook in the trash, so why was it published?”